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Three days later, at Anling Iron and Steel Factory.

The clouds were sparse, and the brilliant sunshine fell upon this silent steel factory, which should be bustling at this time, but there was no roaring sound of machines operating, only the occasional honk of passing vehicles and the chirping of a few birds.

Anling Iron and Steel Factory had shut down.

A dozen or so workers gathered in the manager's office, all looking at the manager of the steel factory, Shen Jianhua.

Shen Jianhua, father of Shen Qianqian, was around fifty years old, not yet old, but at this moment, his short hair sprinkled with black and white, his waxy face already wrinkled, full of worries.

"Manager, the shutdown hasn't been just for a day or two, when are we going to resume work?"

Inside the office.

A worker, frowning deeply and leaning forward, asked anxiously.

Beside him, one after another key technician also had sober expressions, their gazes locked tightly on Shen Jianhua's face.

Every subtle expression on Shen Jianhua's face could tug at that string in their hearts,

Shen Jianhua was seen sitting in front of the office desk, hands clasped together, his gaze deep and complex, tinged with a trace of despondency, "I understand how everyone feels, I want the steel factory to resume production more than anyone else."

He looked around the room, then let out a soft sigh.

The technical workers present had followed him for ten or twenty years, some were only a year or two away from retirement.

The shutdown of the steel factory touched everyone's heart.

If the steel factory couldn't resume production and faced closure, it would be a fatal blow to them.

More than a dozen workers, seeing Shen Jianhua looking like this, felt their hearts cool by half.

They knew, it was most likely there was no follow-up.

However, they didn't make a scene in front of Shen Jianhua, as over the years, they knew Shen Jianhua was a good manager, but the steel factory was not something he could decide on.

Shen Jianhua clenched his fists, his gaze becoming resolute, "Rest assured, I will do my utmost to communicate with the higher-ups, striving to rejuvenate our steel factory."

"Manager, we can only count on you now."

A representative of the workers said earnestly.

Shen Jianhua patted the shoulder of this old colleague, took a deep breath, "Things will get better, you all rest for a few days, when we resume work, then we'll get to it!"

After the workers left.

Shen Jianhua walked alone into the factory hall of the steel plant, this familiar place, now showing sporadic spots of rust.

He stood lonely in the factory hall, his expression despondent, his face full of sorrow.

"Dad."

I don't know how long it had been.

A familiar call came from behind Shen Jianhua.

He took a deep breath, smoothed his expression, turned around, and saw Shen Qianqian carrying a briefcase, smiling radiantly at him.

By his daughter's side stood a young man over one-eighty in height, dressed simply, with handsome features, a delicate face, not particularly fair skin but very healthy, wearing a faint smile, clean and sunny.

That's right, Shen Qianqian had said she would bring a friend to see him today.

"Dad, let me introduce him to you, this is Lin Chuan, my good friend," Shen Qianqian said as she and Lin Chuan approached Shen Jianhua.

Lin Chuan nodded as a greeting, very politely, "Hello, Uncle Shen."

"Lin, hello."

Shen Jianhua's voice was robust as he reached out and shook hands with Lin Chuan.

"Dad, are you still worried about the steel factory?" Shen Qianqian saw Shen Jianhua's furrowed brow, his waxy complexion lacking in luster, and couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Ah..."

Shen Jianhua let out a light sigh and forced a smile, "The matter of the steel factory is not something I can control; I can only do my best to fight for it."

"It will get better." Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, offering reassurance.

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Shen Jianhua chuckled dryly, changing the subject to Shen Qianqian and Lin Chuan's business.

"Okay then."

Shen Qianqian opened her briefcase and took out two stacks of documents, handing them to Shen Jianhua.

Shen Jianhua took the documents, flipping through them as he asked, "You've been interested in guns since you were little, what kind of gun did you design for the competition?"

"Designed a 'modular' rifle," Shen Qianqian replied with a light laugh, pointing to the preliminary drawings on the documents.

Shen Jianhua's gaze landed on the drawings.

An image of a rifle appeared before his eyes.

The rifle had a smooth overall silhouette, with a moderate length, a straight and slender barrel, and a black spine-like rail straddling the entire top of the gun.

The drawings were labeled with 'Picatinny Rail.'

Below the gun body, there were explanations for the telescopic stock, grip, magazine, and other features, showing Shen Qianqian's attention to detail.

"Your rifle looks very good."

Shen Jianhua commented while examining it, glancing at Shen Qianqian, appreciation and pride flashing in his eyes.

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He was a retired soldier who had later joined the steel factory after his military service.

Though it had been many years since he had handled a gun, he still had authority when it came to firearms and weapons.

"Getting praise from an old soldier like you, I should be stable in the preliminary round." Shen Qianqian's face lit up with a shallow smile, like a newly blossomed peony, delicate and bright.

"But this doesn't seem like your level of work."

A father knows his daughter best, Shen Jianhua flipped through the documents, carefully examining the drawings, and came to this conclusion.

"You have so little faith in your daughter!"

Shen Qianqian pouted slightly, arms crossed, her face wearing a bit of playfulness, and some dissatisfaction.

"Aren't I well aware of your capabilities, or did you refer to someone else's materials?" Shen Jianhua looked at his daughter with a smile on his face.