Now, one person's work has become the work of five people, and no one can escape.
...
After receiving their assignments, the few people left the factory office one by one. Chen Zhou calmed himself slightly, and after confirming that all the treasures had been moved to the downstairs warehouse, he called Lai Fu, filled with excitement, to go appreciate his spoils of war.
The sun had almost completely set, and the lights on the first floor of the factory were on.
The sounds of the machines, squeaking non-stop, indicated the female textile workers hadn't finished their shifts yet.
All the treasures were moved into a small basement on the first floor, separated from the Spaniards' supplies. When Chen Zhou arrived, the last islander responsible for the transportation had just stacked the treasure chests and was ready to leave.
