"Mr. Lin, nice to meet you!"
The middle-aged man greeted Lincoln as soon as he saw him get out of the car.
Lincoln walked up quickly and took the initiative to extend his left hand.
The man hesitated slightly, but in the next moment, he extended his remaining left hand with a sincere smile and shook hands with Lincoln.
"Mr. Zhou, nice to meet you. I'm sorry to have troubled you to come out to meet us."
"Not at all, Mr. Lin. Your willingness to take over this factory is a great help. It's only right for me to come and meet you," said the middle-aged man, whose name was Zhou Jingzheng, the owner of the factory.
He was quite open about the difficulties the factory faced, "Besides, it's just a short walk."
"Mr. Zhou, could you please show us around the factory?"
"Of course, please follow me!" Mr. Zhou led Lincoln and Yue Pengju into the unmanned factory, meticulously introducing the place as they walked.
