Inside the Tianyuan Cultivators Committee, an assistant from the Economic Department stared blankly at the new product submitted by the Heaven Origin Agricultural Machinery Factory.
The new product was exquisitely crafted. Its hex nuts gleamed, and different codes were engraved on the inside, representing the Heaven Origin Agricultural Machinery Factory's precision technology.
But the problem was, it was a screw!
No matter how grand a name you gave it, calling it "Trapper Type Five: My Factory," it was still a screw!
The cost of a screw was less than a cent, yet after changing its name, they dared to suggest a price of one yuan, with postage charged separately. How could they dare?
Holding her head, the assistant felt that everyone had recently become so desperate to make money that they had all gone mad.
Just as she was about to reject the product, she saw something round roll in through the doorway.
Although she had seen it many times already, every time a head suddenly appeared, she still felt like screaming.
"Little Assistant, I saw that the Heaven Origin Agricultural Machinery Factory submitted an application for a new product. Is that right?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhong. Do you need me to pick up your head?"
"No need, I'll roll over there right away. I led that application, so approve it for me. I'll treat you to a meal afterward. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Since that's the case, I'll approve it. But forget about the meal. Every restaurant you visit goes out of business."
"Is that so? All right."
Watching Zhong Zheng roll away, the assistant let out a long breath, then felt somewhat puzzled.
Why had Zhong Zheng suddenly become so invested in this factory?
Could this Trapper Type Five: My Factory really make it?
Out of curiosity, she pulled up