"Don't worry, we'll definitely finish the furniture on time." Xu Song promised firmly, thumping his chest. "I guarantee we won't hold up your plans."
"Alright then, make sure it looks just like the ones on display."
The client reminded them, looking at the furniture they'd showcased—it was not only attractive, but practical and seemed sturdy, too.
"Absolutely."
Xu Song warmly saw the customer off, the grin on his face nearly reaching his ears.
Ever since they put up ads, customers at the factory had been coming and going. They used to barely see a few cars, but now, it had become a regular sight.
"Dad, am I dreaming?"
Xu Song gazed at the brand-new factory, feeling as if he were in a dream.
"It's real." Xu Yuchun was delighted. He said, "You, just hurry up and get to work. We've got so many orders, whatever you do, don't go back on your word."
"I won't, promise."
Xu Song cheerfully went back to work.
