East City Street, Green Land.
This address again.
"An Ning is the pillar of our machinery factory. To be more precise, our factory relies on An Ning. I hope you understand that."
Factory Director Zhang, the son of the old Level 8 Technician Zhang Qihua, was once again stressing An Ning's importance.
The only reason he'd come was to save An Ning some trouble.
Factory directors like him all knew of the Du Brothers' existence.
But they also knew the world wasn't just black and white.
What the Du Brothers did might not have been savory, but they did prevent a lot of other, worse things from happening.
So, they had their value.
Hearing An Ning's name again, the Du Brothers' hearts went cold.
After seeing Factory Director Zhang off, Du said to Du San, "Prepare a gift of 888 for tomorrow."
"Got it, big brother."
Du San agreed without a single complaint. As for his earlier resentment and thoughts of revenge, they had long since vanished into thin air.
