"Deputy manager of the beer factory, gets a house once you arrive, only twenty years old...oh, not long after your birthday, so you're actually twenty-one and already a factory manager. Aside from the governor's son, there's never been a second one."
Even though these words were polite, when they came out of Old Zhang's mouth, they sounded ironic no matter how you listened.
"Beer factory... which beer factory?" Suizi didn't respond for a while.
There was indeed a beer factory in the city, not small in scale. All the beer drunk in summer comes from their factory. Now beer comes in bottles, but most still carry a thermos to serve.
This large factory with a hundred people, it should be a good job to be the manager, isn't it? It shouldn't be something Old Zhang would mock, right?
