The development of a business is like a race, where you're either progressing or regressing, even standing still equates to falling behind.
Soon, some glass processing plants rose rapidly, leaving Jinxing Glass behind, and by the time they thought of picking up pace, it was already too late.
At that moment, Jinxing Glass was teetering on the edge of tough decisions, not too far from closing down.
Looking at the few workers sitting around and chatting, the manager glanced at the telephone he hadn't thought of for a long time and sighed heavily.
If they didn't get any orders soon, the factory truly wouldn't be able to continue operating.
Just as he assumed today would be yet another fruitless day, someone suddenly ran upstairs, "Manager, someone's here!"
"Thank goodness!" the manager sprang to his feet, hurriedly straightened himself out, then rushed out the door and down the stairs, immediately spotting Lance, who was surveying the premises.
