Wu Genmao and Cao Shijian were looking into their future prospects.
"Maomao, do you think if we could actually make bricks like this, we'd be qualified to work at a brick factory?"
"I reckon we should at least be assistant workshop directors..."
"Oh, my goodness, is that even possible?"
"It is, I guess... Hey, why are we even talking about this? Should we tell Eldest Brother Zhou or not?"
"You want Eldest Brother Zhou to be the factory director? Would he cut us a pound of meat a month then?"
"Support us every month? What are you dreaming about? Don't you know what kind of person our Eldest Brother Zhou is? Is he that generous?"
"Ah... Then why tell him? We can just figure it out ourselves and then become directors."
"What about Eldest Brother Zhou then?"
"Once we become directors, give Eldest Brother Zhou a pound of meat a month?"
"Mmm, that sounds good."
"I never realized before, but you two really have some talent."
