"Miss, what are you doing here!"
In less than fifteen minutes, a jeep swiftly drove to the factory area, and a man in his forties got out, jogging all the way to the abandoned workshop. When he saw Zhao Qianyue, he immediately greeted her politely.
"Is this factory yours?"
After a quick look around, Zhao Qianyue, with her arms crossed, didn't even glance at him, just coldly asked.
"Yes... it was mortgaged to me... Do you have any instructions?"
The man didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect, nodding repeatedly.
"So, the mortgage means you're not the owner of this garment factory, right?"
Zhao Qianyue turned to look at the man.
"Yes... the original owner went bankrupt due to poor management and couldn't repay the money he owed me, so he mortgaged the factory to me."
The man didn't dare to conceal anything and told the truth.
"Are you with Huo Ben?"
