Just don't look like a leader.

At least there is no portrait behind him in black.

The man in a black suit has a tall figure and a calm and natural manner. He has gold-rimmed glasses and shiny black leather shoes, and looks like a big boss.

No, definitely.

Otherwise, why would the beauty next to her beauties with a pleasant temperament and her long straight legs can blind people's eyes?

Until the last person comes down.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, not knowing what to say.

Are there such beautiful women in the world?

How tall should this be? It seems to be taller than many men.

A delicate face, fair and almost transparent face, long black vertical hair, royal blue dress, and a rich peony flower blooming on her chest.

She wore sunglasses, got out of the car, and walked straight to the young man in front and stood behind.

This time, no one doubted the young man's leading position anymore.

I thought to myself that this must be the young master from some rich family.

There are not many such people in rural areas like Huangqiao Town. Only during temple fairs every June, outsiders occasionally drive over.

Zhao Peng has long been accustomed to this situation in front of him.

People like to make speculation about unfamiliar people and things, and do not need to pay special attention to them.

You should make others understand yourself better by doing, not speaking.

Wu Qing stepped forward and ordered the guard to open the door.

These days, Wu Qing has been planning to come forward, such as changing door signs, posting notifications, etc.

The guards Lao Qin and Lao Dong are already quite familiar with Wu Qing.

The rusty iron gate was slowly pushed, and Wu Qing returned to the car and drove into the company.

Zhao Peng stepped straight into the factory.

One left and one right, followed Lun Shuangshen and Song Xiaochun.

The crowd behind them followed them.

After Zhao Peng came in, he stood inside the factory, looked at the scenery outside the gate, and fell into a brief thought. Song Xiaochun lowered his head slightly and asked softly: "Mr. Zhao, what are your instructions?"

Zhao Peng shook his head, "Speak later. Where is the venue?"

"Please follow me." Song Xiaochun lowered his waist slightly, then bypassed Zhao Peng and walked straight back.

She has a very good figure, and she walks in front of her graceful figure, with a unique flavor.

Zhao Peng looked at her back with appreciation, thinking that these were all her free models. Women in this era are relatively healthy in their diet, so their figures are natural, real and beautiful.

The concave and convexity are all clothes racks.

"elder brother……"

"Hmm, let's keep going."

Lunshuang San wanted to say something, but when he saw the employees who followed suit, he did not continue to say it.

Zhao Peng walked forward along the way and also took a rough look at the current situation of the factory.

It can only be said to be in a mess at the moment.

Several buildings were crept on the ground like a few giant beasts. The weeds grew wildly from the cracks of bricks in the middle of the building. The vines of ivy had been wrapped around the fences. There were several bare trees in front of the door without branches. It was probably like the factory, not as good as the cold winter of the past year.

"Meow!"

Suddenly, with a rapid cat cry, a cat rushed out of the bushes and ran past him. Zhao Peng was shocked, but Lun Shuangshen beside him was already very calm and could not see clearly what expression was behind the sunglasses.

This girl is like this. Except for talking to Zhao Peng and talking about comics, she always has this calm and composed state.

It seemed as if the sky had fallen, she wouldn't blink.

"It's a bit declining. It seems that we need to organize it well," Zhao Peng murmured to himself, and suddenly turned around and asked the old employees behind him: "Who was responsible for logistics before?"

The crowd looked at each other, and everyone's eyes finally focused on an old man about fifty years old.

He seemed to have just drunk wine, his eyes were blurred, and he looked at him, and asked in a daze: "What are you doing? What do you all see me doing?"

"Old Liu, that person... the boss is asking you something."

"What can I do? I'm fine!"

Zhao Peng looked at the old man and did not ask questions again.

At this time, Song Xiaochun stopped at the entrance of a building that looked a bit like a large auditorium.

Take out the key, open the door, and then stand at the door waiting for Zhao Peng.

Wu Qing also parked the car and walked over from the other side.

Zhao Peng walked to the door on several steps, turned around, looked down at the employees behind him, and smiled and said, "Don't make noise when you come in later, just be quieter. My ears are not very good, I'm especially afraid of noise."

After saying that, he walked into the auditorium.

The auditorium has been hygienic and cleaned, and air freshener is sprayed, but it still can still smell a vague smell of mold.

Zhao Peng had rhinitis and suddenly came in, his nose was itchy and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Song Xiaochun, who was walking in front, had a slightly stiff body.
Chapter completed!