A stunning beauty arrived on the island; she invented everything from childcare to babysitting.

After leaving the toy factory, Song Wenyuan turned to look at his wife.

"How to say?"

An Ning remained noncommittal: "Let's talk about it after we see their batch of equipment tomorrow."

To be honest, she was not satisfied with what she saw today.

Whether it's the equipment or the styles of the toys they produce, perhaps because they receive a large number of orders every month, they seem to be fearless. They produce small toys that are common on the market, and even the two toys that Anning specifically showed to her were not up to par.

Instead of producing these, why not make rubber band airplanes!

That thing is simple, the materials are easy to obtain, and it can fly in the air for a long time when you throw it out. As long as it looks nice, plenty of kids will be willing to buy it.

Song Wenyuan didn't say much. His mission on this trip was to assist his wife in purchasing production equipment for the toy factory.

Although he knows a little about these things, he doesn't have the same whimsical ideas as his wife, making it quite difficult for him to design a toy on his own.

When the two went to the police station to pick up their child, Huang Yu was giving Shen Changle a lesson in his office.

He somehow got hold of a small blackboard and a few pieces of chalk, and he led Shen Changle to write and draw on it very seriously.

"Huang Yu, what are you talking to such a young child about?"

Huang Yu was startled when he suddenly heard Song Wenyuan's voice and almost stood up at attention on the spot.

Fortunately, he had been out of the army for two years, and his reaction speed was not as fast as before, so he didn't have time to embarrass himself.

"...Brother Hai, you guys are here already?" Huang Yu scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I heard they were playing war games in the army, and the little one is even a commander! Of course I have to teach her a few moves. Back in our day..."

Huang Yu swallowed his words at Song Wenyuan's gaze: "Back when I was in the army, we often had drills like this. Now that I've transferred to civilian work as a household registration police officer, I sit all day, and my butt is killing me. Since I have nothing else to do, I teach the kids some tricks. I guarantee they'll amaze the other kids when we get back!"

"Don't let me find out what you said to her that you shouldn't have, or even if you're no longer on the island, I'll still come and beat you up." Song Wenyuan warned, kicking him. "Can you leave work now?"

"Sure, I'll just tell my uncle. It's only the beginning of the year, so there's nothing to worry about. Even if something does happen, my uncle can help me with it."

Huang Yu wasn't angry at all after being kicked; instead, he turned around and betrayed his own uncle.

An Ning felt that their relationship was more like that of brothers than ordinary friends. But they weren't childhood friends who grew up together. Could ordinary people develop such a deep bond?

The seed of doubt in my heart stirred once more.

Song Wenyuan was completely unaware of his wife's thoughts. Instead, he said to Huang Yu, "Take us out to eat as soon as you get off work. You're from here, so you should know where the food is good. Get us something with local specialties."

"Absolutely! Lianxianglou is known as the originator of Cantonese mooncakes, their pastries are quite good; Ronghualou is an old brand, you can eat while watching a performance; Beiyuan Restaurant and Datong Restaurant are out of the question, they are famous but expensive, they mainly rip off foreign tourists; and there's also Guangshi Restaurant, their Cantonese cuisine is quite authentic. Where do you want to go? What do you want to eat?"

Song Wenyuan looked at An Ning and Xiao Ni'er: "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine with me," An Ning said. "Changle, where do you want to go?"

Shen Changle hesitated for a while, unable to come up with a clear answer: "I'm tempted to go to all of them..."

“Then let’s go to both.” Song Wenyuan made the decision for her directly. “Let’s go to Guangshi Restaurant first today. We’ll stay here for another day tomorrow. Then we’ll go to Lianxianglou and Ronghualou.”

The next day, Huang Yu drove them there again, dropped them off, and then took the child away.

Watching the jeep drive away, Anning couldn't help but ask, "Did he buy this car himself? If he's taking us to the county town, it must use a lot of gas, right? Do he need ration coupons for gasoline?"

"That car was an old one that his dad bought and that was retired from the factory. Normally, we're not allowed to touch it. It was only because we came that we got his dad's permission to drive it out and show it off. As for gasoline, there's no need to worry about it. This trip is on official business. The military has an annual fuel allowance, and allocating a little to us is more than enough."

After entering the toy factory, the production manager from yesterday did not reappear. She arranged for a middle-aged man in his early forties to show them the old equipment. The man looked honest and simple, and he spoke to them in a stammering manner.

The old equipment was at the very back of the warehouse, covered with a plastic sheet and covered with a thick layer of dust, clearly indicating that no one had come to see it for a long time.

"That's...that's all," the middle-aged man said. "Gentlemen...please forgive me for being so...indiscreet, but are you...wanting to buy...this batch of...equipment?"

“Yes. We’re from the island fleet. The higher-ups want to build a toy factory over there to subsidize military expenses, so they sent us to investigate,” An Ning replied.

The middle-aged man glanced around furtively to make sure no one else was around, then whispered, "I...I suggest you look at other options. This...this equipment is just too old and has a lot of problems. Otherwise, with so many orders, even if it's old, the factory wouldn't stop using it."

The equipment was too old; that was Anning's first thought upon seeing these things.

Perhaps it's inappropriate to call it old; calling it outdated wouldn't be an exaggeration. It's practically the earliest and most primitive set of equipment.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, An Ning's expression softened: "How should I address this gentleman?"

“I… my surname is Yang.”

"Master Yang, actually we don't know much about these things. Our supervisor sent us here, so we came. Could you explain it to us? If we don't buy the equipment here, where else can we buy equipment for making toys?"

Perhaps because An Ning and Song Wenyuan were both young, and good-looking people easily give people a sense of security, Master Yang quickly lowered his psychological defenses.

When it came to his area of ​​expertise, he stopped stammering: "Under normal circumstances, you could contact domestic electromechanical companies. Their equipment, although... but... if you have higher requirements, you could try importing. The reason the factory wants to sell this equipment is to buy a relatively advanced production line from abroad, which is said to be able to produce many toys that we couldn't make before..."