On this day, the luxurious office on the fifth floor of Yueming Building was very lively. The big huanghuali coffee table was full of people, about seven or eight people. Prince Ming was making expensive Dahongpao tea to entertain them. The aroma of tea and everyone smoking

of smoke.

He speaks the loudest, is full of Cantonese swear words, and has the smoothest hair. Sitting opposite Prince Mingzheng on the coffee table is Bald Chen, the most famous Xiaolan mold king in the lighting industry. He studied under a famous mold master since he was a child.

Famous for being dry and slippery, it is easy to release the mold, never jams, and has less edge residue. The lighting molds made by him guarantee that there will be no major problems within 5-8 years.

The bald mold king, Chen, was drinking tea while making explosive revelations about the lighting industry, using foul language all over the place.

"Fuck you, motherfucker Zhu Dali got rich this year. He won a hot-selling floodlight mold exclusively for foreign trade exports. Those red-eyed, yellow-haired ghost guys are like crazy.

, one container, one container after placing an order like this, a die-casting machine runs day and night, even if the die-casting is smoking, it can't be shipped out. Damn it, last month I asked me to simply make five sets of identical molds, and they were sold.

Four 600-ton die-casting machines are busy day and night, making people jealous! This guy is making money like this, and he is planning to marry three wives during the Chinese New Year." The mold king was ridiculing, even though he was

He praised Zhu Dali for his good business, but in the end he boasted that the molds he produced were of high quality and could withstand continuous die-casting shifts day and night.

Everyone laughed and asked Bald Chen, the die king, how many wives he planned to marry at the end of the year. Bald Chen said that he would marry a fool, but think about it, there is a vicious tigress in his family.

The prince waited while everyone laughed again, and some of them spit out the tea they drank in their mouths...

The people sitting together drinking tea are either material suppliers or close friends in the same industry. Those who can sit together are all big bosses with some wealth. Don't look at the noise of these people, and the conversation is like swearing.

, a lot of important business information was obtained through inquiries like this.

Back to the subject, the prince asked the mold king clearly when his latest four sets of ceiling lamp molds would be released. Can two months be enough?

Bald Chen, the mold king, was used to touching his shiny bald head, patting his protruding belly, and said confidently: "Brother Ming, please speak up. All the masters in the factory will stop what they are doing and concentrate their firepower to help you."

Get it done, one month is enough!"

"I can't trust the craftsmanship of other masters in the factory. I want you, the mold king, to do it yourself!" Tai Ziming looked seriously at the laughing mold king Bald Chen.

The mold king Bald Chen touched his shining bald head again and shouted: "Okay, in order for Brother Ming to marry a third wife as soon as possible, I will work overtime and risk my life to get out."

Everyone laughed...

Suddenly, Ahu, Tai Ziming's right-hand man, came in from the door in a panic. When he saw the bosses, he was accustomed to bowing and nodding, but with a panic look on his face, he walked around to Tai Ziming's coffee table, squatted slightly and whispered in his ear to report the emergency.

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Before Ahu came in, Tai Ziming was still in a very happy mood. After Ahu finished reporting in a low voice, Tai Ziming seemed to be a different person, his face immediately became clear, as if something important had happened.

Everyone seems to have noticed the difference between Prince Ming and the mold king Bald Chen is always the talkative one and the one who dares to say the most: "Brother Ming, why are you in such a panic? Has Yongzhi discovered the beauty hidden in the golden house?"

This time, everyone looked at the appearance and bag, and no longer followed the Mold King to make a fuss. They all looked at each other and stared quietly at Tai Ziming who stood up.

After all, Tai Ziming was a man accustomed to the world. He took a deep breath and immediately showed his signature fake smile on his face: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just that a machine in the factory got stuck."
Chapter completed!