"Jiuding Steel! Impressive calligraphy!" Zhu Wencong looked at the characters in the frame, Zhangsun Hongyuan indeed had something about him.
"Mr. Z! I didn't expect you to be so young. It seems that what the newspapers say is true—you are indeed a young genius!"
"Shall I take you on a tour of the entire factory?" Deborah was quite surprised when she met Zhu Wencong.
"Take me straight to the office," Zhu Wencong said. He didn't understand the technical processes and wouldn't be able to make sense of them by looking.
The Chinese Business Association had already begun gathering a large number of ironworkers from the East, providing them with full immigration packages for their families.
The older generation could hone their skills through practice, while the younger ones could be sent to university or slowly learn from Western tutors.
