Master Xing was still nostalgic for the Meat Processing Factory. However, his older brother didn't hold the same sentiment. He started rushing him to follow Yan Fei as soon as he left the Meat Processing Factory. He didn't want him to stay here for a second longer.
This honest, almost stolid old worker possessed nothing but his skills. When he was leaving, he couldn't help but look back time after time at the place where he had worked and lived for most of his life. Unsure if it was the heat causing sweat to seep into his eyes, his eyes were getting a little red.
In reality, even the most honest person with the greatest affection for the factory understood this very clearly: once he left, the prospects of coming back to work here were practically nil.