Some made a "gurgling" noise, while others emitted slight white steam.
Bai Mo, Fang Xiaoyu, and Wu Qingyun wandered around, chatting as they walked, treating it as a post-meal digestion stroll.
The factory director, Chen Yuanlin, followed along, occasionally offering some explanations.
"...Our data this month is better compared to last month.
"The production volume should be even higher than last month.
"I've sent the specific data to your email..."
Bai Mo nodded occasionally.
In fact, he didn't need Chen Yuanlin to explain. He spread his divine sense, sweeping through the entire workshop like the wind, fully aware of every machine and every reaction.
...
In the inspection workshop.
A small agricultural truck was parked under the lights.
A hunched old farmer, wearing a heavy cotton jacket, nodded and bowed to the plump auntie.
"Hehe, I didn't know these frozen-scar sweet melons could be sold as medicine!
"I heard the price isn't bad, eh?"
