The new era factory, the originally orderly workshop, suddenly became chaotic.

"You stare again!" Liang Qiulong took a cigarette in his mouth, and the wooden stick he was holding in his hand slammed it down again.

In the scrap pile of the workshop, a young male worker holds his head and holds his stick weakly.

"That's all you do! Do you dare to speak ill of me behind my back? Plum......

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