Xue Shao said that eating wontons is eating wontons, and he really lowered his head and ate it slowly.

Fan Yanqiao looked at the green coriander leaves in the bowl and sighed softly in his heart, this was probably the first time Xue Shao had spoken.

This wonton is indeed delicious, but Fan Yanqiao has no appetite at all.

She endured the sadness in her heart and waited silently for Xue Shao to finish eating the wontons, Fan Yanqiao thought that she should go back to the Dashuai Mansion next, but who knew that Xue Shao glanced at her, but said to the driver: "Go to the ironware factory to have a look." ”

Fan Yanqiao looked up at him suddenly, and only after a while did he ask in a difficult tone, "What are you doing there?" ”

Xue Shao said lightly: "I'll let you see what your family's ironworks do." ”

What does the ironware factory do, this is what Fan Yanqiao has known since she was a child, it is nothing more than making accessories for electric irons and electric fans, but Xue Shao said this, clearly alluding to the fact that the ironware factory was still doing something she didn't know.

The iron factory was in the suburbs, and my father said that the workers in the suburbs were cheap, so he built the new factory there, and the old factory in the city was used as a temporary warehouse, and the new factory was built for only two or three years, but I heard that the trade has always been very good, but because the workers in the factory were rude countrymen, my father never took her to it once.

The car drove for more than an hour on a dirt road in the countryside before it stopped in front of a factory.

Since Xue Shao took over the ironware factory, he has pulled up iron wires on both sides of the factory, turned on electricity, and set up sentry posts on both sides of the gate, and even the signboard of the original ironware factory has been taken off.

At first glance, you can't tell what it's doing outside. It's just that the sound of the lathe that was familiar there still made Fan Yanqiao's heart sour.

The car drove all the way into the factory and did not stop until it was in front of a gray-walled workshop.

Fan Yanqiao looked through the car window, but saw that the huge yard was full of rusty steel plates. There were also some old steel pipes and stuff like that.

After she followed Xue Shao out of the car, she was greeted by a slightly chubby middle-aged man who hurriedly walked up and shouted loudly with a solemn face.

Fan Yanqiao knew this person, this person was the deputy general manager of the ironware factory, and his father used him a lot before his death, as if his name was Yu Jianmin.

Xue Shao looked at him and nodded, and asked in a low voice, "How is the production situation in the past two days?" ”

Yu Jianmin stared at Fan Yanqiao, and when he heard Xue Shao's words, he hurriedly said: "The workers are working overtime, working in two shifts a day, and have prepared a lot of inventory. ”

Xue Shao nodded, and then said, "Take us in and have a look." ”

When Yu Jianmin heard this, he said repeatedly: "Okay, Da Shao, Miss Fan, please come here." ”

Yu Jianmin said as he leaned sideways, bent over and led the way in front.

After walking forward for a while, she heard a rumbling sound, Fan Yanqiao knew that it was the sound made when the punch was pressing, she took a deep breath, but her breathing couldn't help but be slightly short, she thought to herself, this is where her father has put his life's work.

She looked around, and after following Xue Shao into the workshop, a smell of rust came to her face, and the entire factory shed was full of greasy black dust, shirtless workers walked around the workshop, and in front of a huge furnace, a pool of hot iron slurry with red in yellow was constantly tumbling.

The temperature was so high that the air on that side sizzled.

Fan Yanqiao looked at the pool of iron pulp, but his heart tightened for no reason, and he stumbled carelessly.

In this shed, there are iron parts all over the ground, and the skirt worn by Fan Yanqiao has been scraped several times.

Xue Shao's eyes swept to Fan Yanqiao, his footsteps stopped suddenly, lowered his head and clamped her wrist, and then pulled her expressionlessly to walk in.

Fan Yanqiao was shocked, struggled with his hands, and shouted in a low voice: "You, let go!" ”

But the sound of the punch was too loud, and her words were instantly drowned out by the sound of thunder, and Xue Shao pulled her forward unconsciously, but his hand used a slight force.

Fan Yanqiao took a deep breath, and had to keep a calm face and let him pull him.

After turning the furnace, a huge stamping equipment seven or eight meters high appeared in front of him, and several shirtless strong men were busy picking up the finished products from the machine tool.

Long tongs pick up the still-glowing product from the mold and quickly cool it in a huge pool of water thrown aside.

Bursts of smoke rose from time to time above the pool, and between the smoke, Xue Shao lowered his head and picked up a cooled product, slowly held it in front of Fan Yanqiao's face, approached her, and asked in a low voice, "What do you guess this is?" ”

Fan Yanqiao looked at the slender iron cylinder with the thickness of his thumb and the dark color, frowned and thought for a moment, and then shook his head.

Xue Shao smiled lightly: "It's the barrel of the gun......"

When Fan Yanqiao heard this, his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked down at the thing he was holding in his hand carefully, and asked incredulously, "You...... You mean, weapons are produced here? ”

Xue Shao threw the barrel of the gun into the cooling pool, reached out and took the handkerchief handed over by Adjutant Sun and wiped his hands, and then said lightly: "Let's go, let's go out, it's not safe here......"

He handed the handkerchief back to Adjutant Sun, and reached out to shake Fan Yanqiao's hand naturally.

Fan Yanqiao was still immersed in shock, she really couldn't have dreamed that the ironware factory could still make these things, so in other words, her father's death was really made by the Southern Military Department in order to compete for the ownership of the ironware factory?

The thought of his father being brutally killed for rejecting their proposal made Fan Yanqiao's heart feel uncomfortable.

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, and she looked up at Xue Shao with red eyes.

Xue Shao looked back at her, frowned, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

Fan Yanqiao sniffed and asked in a dumb voice, "How is my father's matter?" ”

Xue Shao was stunned for a moment, glanced at her, still took her hand and walked out, but said in a low voice: "Still checking ......"

Fan Yanqiao's mood was extremely low along the way, and he went upstairs directly when he returned to the Marshal's Mansion.

Hongmei, who was cleaning the glass in the corridor, saw Fan Yanqiao coming back, hurriedly withdrew her hand, and shouted with a panicked face: "Miss, you are back." ”

The voice was loud but a little weird.

Fan Yanqiao nodded silently, glanced at her, and frowned slightly.

Hongmei looked at her, but called out again: "Miss, you...... Are you thirsty? ”

Her eyes were clearly looking at her talking, but her body and face were clearly directed at her bedroom.

Fan Yanqiao's heart moved, walked a few steps quickly, and pushed open the door of the living room. Hongmei's voice was a little crying: "Miss, Miss......"

Fan Yanqiao turned his head sharply and glared at her angrily, shouting, "You shut up for me!" ”

Hongmei was frightened, and her eyes turned red all of a sudden.