Qin Jinhuan’s eyes widened. He stared at Wen Zeyu—the only person who was free to enter his office at all times—as the latter walked hastily toward him. “I just received some news from South City Factory; a lot of the workers have decided to leave their jobs in the end. The assembly line is slowing down, and it’s probably going to affect the rate at which we are manufacturing our products!” Wen Zeyu shook the stack of papers in his hand as he continued, “This might also impact ...