Chen Ming left the bar where old Wu was drinking and stood on the street outside.
He shook his head slightly, like someone pulling himself together from drunkenness.
However, his eyes showed no signs of drunken daze; they were as clear as usual.
After recognizing the direction,
Chen Ming headed towards the inner city on a street where the Space Station had dimmed its overall lighting for the night.
The factory manager's home was near the center of the Space Station, very close to the Administration Building, seemingly just an employee dormitory of the Administration.
Honestly, Chen Ming never knew how the manager, a second-generation son of a large company's chairman, mastered so much maintenance technology and was willing to actually work in the repair factory.
Moreover, he usually lived in a place considered simple compared to his status, though the employee dormitory seemed decent. Something just didn't add up.
