Around three o'clock in the afternoon, the couple arrived at the factory. Old Zhang was setting up a stove in the courtyard, and when he saw Ning Jie, he let out a disgruntled huff.
"What are you dismantling stoves for in the middle of the first month? Just burning money with nowhere else to spend it."
Ning Jie smiled, pulled a cloth bag off the cart, and handed it to Old Zhangtou.
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