"Mr. Tian?"
Outside the office of the cotton mill director, Pei Wenping, while reaching out to knock on the door, wore a pleasing smile, "Are you busy?"
Tian Yuan raised an eyebrow looking at Pei Wenping, his tone revealing no particular emotion, "Come in."
Pei Wenping hurriedly pulled Pei Yang into the office.
"Mr. Tian, I'll take up just two minutes of your time. This is my younger brother. Ah, it's somewhat embarrassing to say... but I'm not afraid you'll laugh at us..."
Pei Wenping succinctly explained the difficulties of the food factory, "...Mr. Tian, could you see if you could let my brother sell some candy at the factory gate? His wife is pregnant, lying in the hospital taking care of the fetus, and money is flowing out like water every day. The workers in the factory are waiting to be paid their wages to go home for the New Year; we really had no other choice, or else I wouldn't dare to disturb you."
