Yun Zhenyue had been worried sick about this problem.
A day had passed, and she still hadn't come up with a solution.
Huang Ting advised her to hold back for now. There was no way to tamper with this mission without getting exposed immediately, which would ruin all their plans.
It wasn't time to burn their bridges just yet.
Yun Zhenyue frowned, with no appetite for food, and wandered aimlessly around the factory.
The three hundred core employees had already assembled.
They were all on the first floor of the cafeteria, preparing to eat.
The meal had been approved by the higher-ups. It was a send-off feast hosted in Yun Zhenyue's name. They wouldn't have to pay; they could order whatever they wanted. It was a small bonus before the mission, meant to foster more loyalty toward Yun Zhenyue.
This indirectly showed something.
The president took this mission very seriously!
Otherwise, the factory would never spare a single cent for these low-level workers.
