From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316: Chapter 184: How Could I Let You Lose

"I bought it before the New Year. It cost 220,000 in total!"

"I was originally planning to drive it home for the New Year, but then your sister-in-law found out she was pregnant, so we didn’t go back. On top of that, things with the factory were just getting finalized."

A smile spread across Chen Peng’s face as he spoke about the car. After all, he had paid for it in full with his own money. He had originally planned on showing it off back in his village over the New Year, but things didn’t go according to plan.

But as soon as Chen Peng remembered the phone call about the factory, the smile vanished, and his expression darkened.

Seeing this, Su Chen tactfully dropped the subject. Once he had the address, he started the car and they headed out.

Kunshan wasn’t far from Tongli Ancient Town, where they were. Plus, Chen Peng’s factory was in an industrial park closer to the Suzhou side, making the drive even shorter—about half an hour.

The car was silent for the entire trip. No one spoke. Chen Peng sat in the passenger seat, tapping away on his phone, apparently messaging someone about the situation.

By the time they arrived at the industrial park, it was already 7:30 p.m., and the sky was dark.

To Su Chen’s surprise, the park was bustling with activity. Groups of night-shift workers were heading toward the various factory buildings.

After a series of twists and turns, they seemed to arrive at the rear of the industrial park. It was much quieter here than at the entrance, with only a few scattered factories still operating.

Soon, the car pulled to a stop in front of a white factory building.

A sign that read "Yu Peng Mould Processing Factory" came into Su Chen’s view. Three middle-aged men in their forties stood by the entrance, smoking. Each one of them looked worried, their brows furrowed so tightly you could squash a mosquito between them.

"Old Wang, what’s going on?" The moment the car stopped, Chen Peng anxiously threw open his door and got out.

When the three smokers saw Chen Peng and Fu Qiaoyu, they quickly threw their cigarettes to the ground, stubbed them out with their feet, and waved their hands to try and dissipate the thick smoke.

"Peng, you’re back," Old Wang said, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to him.

Chen Peng gave Old Wang a puzzled look and took the paper.

When he opened it, Chen Peng was stunned. It was an official notice from the industrial park administration: they had to vacate the premises by tomorrow.

At first, Chen Peng thought it was a joke. But when he saw the bright red official stamp of the park’s administration office, all the energy drained out of him. He completely deflated.

"Old Wang, what’s going on? Didn’t we just sign a three-year contract with the park? Why are they suddenly telling us to leave? Is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Fu Qiaoyu asked anxiously after a glance at the notice.

They had poured so much effort into the factory. Just getting the machinery installed and calibrated had taken over half a month. They hadn’t even been open for a full month, and now they were being told to leave. ’How could anyone accept that?’

Old Wang sighed heavily. "We don’t really know either. The park administration sent out the notice suddenly this evening. And it’s not just us—a few of the factories in the neighboring buildings were told to leave, too."

"Huh?" Chen Peng and Fu Qiaoyu exchanged a look, a flicker of surprise in their eyes.

’We thought it was just us being told to move, but the neighbors have to move too? This back section of the park only has a few factories. If we’re all being forced to relocate...’

’Then there’s only one explanation: a major corporation must be planning to move in.’

As if struck by a thought, Chen Peng quickly turned to Fu Qiaoyu. "Qiaoyu, call Uncle Yang at the park office and ask him what’s going on."

They had met this Uncle Yang through an introduction from Fu Qiaoyu’s second uncle. Without that connection, it would have been a huge hassle for a small factory like theirs to get a spot in the park.

The reminder jolted Fu Qiaoyu into action. She quickly pulled her phone out of her purse and called Uncle Yang.

She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.

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