Stepping out of the taxi, Fang Yan and Fang Miaoxue arrived at the factory gates.
Though not massive in scale, the factory ranked among the top three processing plants in Chuzhou. Yet, because Chuzhou's economy was generally modest, compared to Tianzhou and Jiangcheng, the factory gates looked as though they belonged to a bygone era. Black iron-paring fences were fitted between grey stone pillars, their paint peeling away in numerous places. The red paint spelling out the characters for "Zhengsheng Processing Plant" had worn off almost entirely, leaving only faint traces of its original hue.
Fang Yan let out a silent sigh. *Across two lifetimes... Mom and Dad, you've worked so hard.*
Chapter 98