The workshop was brightly lit, with various kinds of equipment, some emitting electrical sounds, others vibrating, all working normally.
The factory is highly automated and requires very few workers.
In the vast workshop, there were only a few dozen workers, scattered around, wearing orange uniforms. Some were staring at the dashboards, others were taking notes, and some had finished their work and gathered to chat.
In the corner, two young men were animatedly talking.
"I went to the matchmaking corner during my day off yesterday and got surrounded by a bunch of old folks!
"Their smiling faces were like blooming flowers, and they shoved profiles of young girls into my arms, asking me to consider their daughters, like I was picking a concubine or something, haha.
"At first, I thought, I've come here for matchmaking before, but never got this kind of treatment. Is it because I'm handsome?
