At 10:30 pm, the garment chain base in Qingpu District of Hu city was unusually quiet. There was basically no one on the streets, only the street lamps on both sides were trying their best to hold up a dim yellow light screen.
Occasionally, a few little mutts would scuttle out and stare curiously at the Ling Zhi sedan. Their eyes were as bright as a pair of glass balls under the car lights.
It was a little scary at night.
"It wasn't like this in the past."
Shang Yanyan looked out the window and suddenly sighed, " in the past, this road was always full of luxury cars. At five or six in the morning, the factories were still rushing to make clothes, and the food stalls were even open all night. I didn't expect it to change in the blink of an eye.
"It's the garment industry, after all. It's linked to the policy and the market."
