On July 4th, wisps of clouds lazed across the sky. Sunlight scattered on the old canal, its silvery sheen shimmering gently with the ripples.
A panda-colored Gusteau drove into Changzhou Luoyang Town.
The lush summer flowers added a touch of cheer to the remote town in Sujiang.
"Sujiang truly is one of the wealthiest provinces in the East China Region. Even a small town like this has more than two hundred factories."
Gao Weilin couldn't help but remark with admiration as he gazed out the window.
"At the manufacturing poker table, there are no permanent trends, only timeless technology. Assembly plants have no future."
Chen Yansen said with a knowing smile.
"So that's why the Boss has been going to great lengths to poach talent and establish Tiangong Technology? He's even willing to risk suppression to develop his own chips?"
Old Gao had a way with words. Behind what seemed like rhetorical questions was sincere praise for Chen Yansen's strategic vision.
