"Folks, here's a bottle of chili sauce for each of you, please try it. Thank you all for your hard work." Ji Ying led Li Jianbin's neighbors around the factory, handing everyone a bottle of chili sauce.
Back at Li Jianbin's house, these neighbors had spoken up for them, and at the hospital, too, they boldly spoke out. Ji Ying was really grateful to them.
Now, the health bureau people have checked out their factory, and tomorrow, the factory can officially reopen.
"Oh, how can we accept this?"
"That's right, we didn't really do much."
Seven or eight people were here. After seeing the factory, they all thought the same as the guests from South City and Xu Yong—if chili sauce made like this isn't clean, then there's no such thing as clean chili sauce.
This chili sauce was "fish chili sauce," eight yuan a bottle. As thick-skinned as they were, they still felt embarrassed to accept it.
