「September 20th.」
A Saturday, with a light, drizzling rain.
A solid black Bentley Flying Spur sped through the puddles, entered Zhonghai Mansion·Jiuxu, and pulled into the garage of a standalone villa via the back entrance.
Shen Yun had been at the Dafeng Economic Development Zone all week, supervising the retooling of the factory's production lines.
Thanks to the experience from the first time, this round of modifications went very smoothly.
Not only did they add eight more production lines, but their production capacity also increased to match.
At first, the factory's upper management had been doubtful and displeased with Shen Yun's decision.
'Why abandon a perfectly good food processing business to produce pet food instead?'
'The difference in customer demand between the two is huge!'
However, when a steady stream of orders began pouring in, the executives all shut their mouths. They even grew to admire Shen Yun.
Over ten thousand.
