Nightfall.
Guang Steel Factory.
A few bonfires and vehicle lights illuminated an open space next to the warehouse.
Everyone held their own bowls, filled with aromatic snake meat and snake soup, paired with the mixed buns distributed by the base.
Old Qin sat on a large rock on the ground, chatting with Third Uncle:
"Captain, we've done the afternoon review, and counted 13,000 tons of steel here. With our trucks, if we set a load limit of 30 tons, but now nobody cares, these trucks are loaded with 40 tons each, ten trucks, 400 tons, plus the pickup trucks found in the industrial park, we can load about another 150 tons, so this trip we can take back 550 tons. We'll probably need to transport many trips with this much steel."
Third Uncle nodded, took a sip of snake soup from his bowl, and said:
