The hospital room door had barely closed before it was opened again. Pei Yicheng thought Xu Nianhua must have forgotten something, so he asked, "Did you forget anything?"
"Yicheng, it's me."
Ling Dong paused for a moment, then asked, "Yicheng, how's your health? You don't have a fever, right?"
"No, I'm fine. Just a minor injury, nothing serious." Pei Yicheng asked, "How's the factory coming along?"
"Everything's great. I just called South City, and there are tons of people buying chili sauce. Also, the county's food factory—our Chili Sauce Factory's got no problem now. They're getting ready to check other food factories' quality." Ling Dong shared all the news he'd gotten. He said, "Those who kicked us while we were down when our factory was in trouble, now they're the ones who have to worry about themselves."
