Once the machine was running, it took very little time to process a roll of fabric.
Ding Ding calculated the timing, took Little Bai out for dinner, then brought him home. He told him to stay there and said he would be right back.
"I'm going to work overtime. Once that roll is done and I've delivered it to the company, I'll be back."
Bai Congming lay on the sofa reading comics without even looking up.
"Little Bai knows!"
He was clearly being good and giving him nothing to worry about, yet Ding Ding still wasn't satisfied. He went over, held him, and gave him a bite before he was done.
"You heartless little thing!"
Bai Congming covered his face and heaved a long sigh as he watched Ding Ding leave. A moment later, he buried himself in his comic again.
"..."
In a place like a factory, there was no distinction between day and night.
An idle machine meant losing money. By comparison, labor costs hardly counted for much.
Ding Ding went to the warehouse first. When he couldn't find the roll he had picked out, he went to find the shift supervisor from that afternoon.
"Sorry, Mr. Ding," the shift supervisor said very politely. "Just as we were about to do yours, the factory manager scheduled ten rolls, so we didn't get to it..."
Ding Ding didn't mind. Plenty of people rushing orders meant the market was doing well.
Besides, it was only ten rolls. He could wait.
"Thanks for the hard work, brother." Ding Ding smiled. "How come you're working two shifts back to back? My job hasn't held you up, has it?"
"No, no." The shift supervisor was flattered. "A coworker asked me to cover a night shift, so I swapped with him. It's not because