At the factory gate, two workers in blue uniforms just stepped outside and suddenly saw the well-groomed Yang Fei, both were taken aback for a moment.
The square-faced worker whispered a few words to his companion.
The thin companion glanced at Yang Fei, turned around, and went back into the factory.
The square-faced worker approached Yang Fei.
"Brother, can I borrow a light?"
The square-faced worker pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offered one to Yang Fei, and said indifferently.
Yang Fei calmly accepted the cigarette, and at the same time took out a lighter, lit it, and helped the other light his cigarette.
The square-faced worker's brownish-yellow eyes, large nostrils, and pointed ears were typical features of the Vimo Ethnicity.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled slowly, and cautiously scrutinized Yang Fei.
"Sir, you're not from around here, are you? It's quite surprising to see someone of your caliber here."
