「The machinery factory.」
The jaw of Old Master Zhang Qihua, a Level 8 worker, was hanging wide open.
Director Li reached out and pushed the old man's jaw closed.
"Really? Stop making such a fuss. You look like you've never seen the world."
Zhang Qihua snapped his mouth shut and shot Director Li a blatant glare.
"Coming from you? When you first found out, I bet you wanted to kneel before that young lady yourself."
Old Master Zhang Qihua retorted, not to be outdone. He and Director Li glared at each other with mutual disdain.
"Alright, alright. You two are being so childish."
The director of the machinery factory stepped in to mediate. "Who is this young lady?" he asked curiously. "Is she looking for a job? Her drafting skills are incredible."
Director Li, who had been in a staring contest with Zhang Qihua, whipped his head around and glared at the machinery factory director as if he were a mortal enemy.
"You've got some nerve. You think you can just hire her on a whim?"
