At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,Even in this era of national striving and hard work, he still wanted to lay low.,Li Yuan's golden finger was to absorb the negative emotions of others and transform them into his own happiness.。