「The next day!」
Su Chen waited and waited in his hotel room, but he never received a call from Chen Peng.
It wasn't until almost ten in the morning that it dawned on him: his third brother had probably already gone to the industrial park.
After a moment's thought, Su Chen understood what was going on. Chen Peng must have thought he couldn't be of any help. If a dispute broke out and Su Chen got into any trouble, it would be hard for Chen Peng to answer to their family. So, he'd simply chosen not to call.
'Ah, my foolish third brother!' Su Chen sighed to himself. After quickly packing his things, he checked out of the hotel.
He hailed a taxi on the street and headed straight for the industrial park.
Meanwhile, at the Yu Peng Mould Processing Factory, things were just as Su Chen had imagined. Chen Peng and Fu Qiaoyu were arguing with a portly, middle-aged man.
