"What did you say?"
The young man repeated his previous statement and added, "The madam's maid is incredibly strong!"
Manager Zhang wore a grave expression, stepping towards the door, "We must stop her immediately!"
Wang, the chief accountant, was rather timid, "But we're all severely ill!"
Manager Zhang raised his voice at him, "Does the medicine from Huichun Hall work or not? You idiot, why are you so rigid-minded!"
He instructed the young lad, "Go fetch a dozen strong workers from the paper mill. Be quick!"
When the three of them arrived at the entrance of Fuhe Paper Mill, night had completely fallen.
On Long Street, lights twinkled here and there.
Only a few late pedestrians were hurrying on their way home.
The otherwise quiet Long Street was abuzz with activity at the entrance of the Fuhe Paper Mill, attracting quite a few onlookers.
Qing Yi, hands on her hips, was giving directions, "This goes up there!"
Get organized, do you know how to work!"
