New Westward Movement

As the young man blew off his own trumpet, the girl next to him giggled loudly. "You really don't know how to be humble, baby," Tina commented before continuing to steer the steering wheel and turning into the crossroad heading to the slaughterhouse.

The SUV drove across 20 to 30 trucks that were lined up and when it was only more than ten meters away from the factory, security then hastily ran towards the car and blocked it. "I'm sorry but this is private property. Other than customers who have already made their reservations, everyone else…" 

"Wow, is the management of the factory so strict now?" The young man sitting in the passenger seat turned his face and looked at the security guard outside the window.

"Ah!" Even though the security was a new employee, he still remembered Zhang Lisheng's skinny face that had distinct characteristics printed on the cover of the LS Employee Handbook.