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"Masters! Slow down! Slow down!"

On the cement road at the entrance of the village, an extended flatbed truck is slowly driving by.

Inside the vehicle, a massive blue stone tablet, three meters high and two meters wide, was wrapped in thick protective padding and gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

Wang Dagou stood by the roadside, waving a small red flag to direct traffic.

"Make way! Make way! Don't block the way!"

The villagers who had been watching consciously stepped aside and craned their necks to look at the car.

"My goodness, how heavy must this stone tablet be?"

"I heard it was custom-made from the best stone factory in the county, and the shipping alone cost several thousand yuan!"

"Brother Chen has really gone all out!"

The truck came to a stop at the factory gate.

The professional hoisting team, which had been waiting there, quickly began their work.

The massive crane arm slowly rose, steadily hoisting the stone tablet onto the pre-reserved base in the center of the factory gate.

"Hold on! Hold on! A little more to the left!"

The stonemason stood on the scaffolding, repeatedly measuring with a level.

"Okay! This is the position! Secure it!"

"Snap! Snap!"

Sparks flew everywhere from the welding.

Half an hour later, the stone tablet was completely fixed in place.

The workers carefully peeled off the protective film on the surface.

At that moment, everyone held their breath.

On the bluish-gray stone tablet, four large characters painted with real gold powder shone brightly in the midday sun!

Jiang Zemin's Conscience

Each character is as big as a washbasin.

Although the strokes are crooked and uneven, the simple and profound spirit can be felt from a distance.

"good!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it out.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers who had gathered around burst into enthusiastic applause and cheers.

"That's really well-written!"

"Just looking at it makes me feel at ease!"

"From now on, everything in our village is guaranteed by these four words!"

Jiang Chen stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the gleaming golden plaque, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips.

This is more than just a factory name.

This is the teaching of our ancestors.

It is a mountain weighing on the hearts of every Jiangjia Village resident.

Early the next morning.

The factory has officially started trial production.

On the assembly line, the workers are all in their positions.

Aunt Zhou Suqin, who is in charge of washing strawberries, is rinsing the strawberries on the conveyor belt with a water hose.

She originally thought that since these strawberries would eventually be made into jam anyway, washing them was enough.

Just as she was about to brush it off, she caught a glimpse of the gleaming gold plaque at the entrance.

Jiang Zemin's Conscience

The four large characters seemed to have a pair of eyes staring at her.

Zhou Suqin's hand inexplicably trembled.

A sudden, inexplicable feeling of emptiness welled up inside me.

"No, it needs to be washed thoroughly."

She muttered something to herself, then picked up the hose again and rinsed each strawberry carefully.

Jiang Taohua, who was in charge of picking the strawberries, originally wanted to secretly mix a few slightly bruised strawberries in.

Since it's all mashed into a paste, who could tell?

But as soon as she reached out her hand, those four words involuntarily popped into her mind.

Jiang Zemin's Conscience

"Forget it, let's not take the risk."

Jiang Taohua withdrew her hand, obediently picked out the few blemished strawberries, and threw them into the waste bin.

Similar scenes are constantly playing out in every corner of the factory.

The workers who were initially tempted to slack off found their movements becoming more disciplined as soon as they saw the signboard.

Those four words seemed to possess a magical power.

It makes people dare not act recklessly.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Suddenly, a piercing alarm sounded in the workshop!

Everyone was startled.

Suddenly, the automated production line responsible for delivering strawberries stopped.

A robotic arm precisely picked up a strawberry from the conveyor belt and then, with a "thud," tossed it into the nearby waste bin.

The whole process took less than a second.

Then, the alarm stopped, and the production line resumed operation.

"What happened?"

Workshop director Wang Dagou rushed over.

He picked up the strawberry that the machine had thrown away from the waste bin.

Take a closer look.

At the bottom of this strawberry, a small area has started to soften and turn black, clearly indicating that it's starting to spoil.

However, this flaw is so small that it is almost undetectable unless you look closely.

"My goodness!"

Wang Dagou gasped.

"Is this machine sentient? It can even detect such tiny, bad fruit?"

The surrounding workers also gathered around, staring at the strawberry in disbelief.

"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

"How sophisticated must this sensor be?"

"Brother Chen's money was definitely well spent!"

Jiang Taohua patted her chest, still shaken.

"Luckily, I didn't mix in those faulty ones, otherwise the machine would definitely have sounded the alarm, and that would have been so embarrassing!"

From that moment on, all the workers understood a principle.

Trying to cheat or shirk responsibility in this factory?

No way!

Second floor office.

Jiang Chen stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, taking in everything that was happening downstairs.

The system's notification sounds kept ringing in his mind.

[Ding! 'Jiang's Conscience' halo detected!]

Factory employee self-discipline increased by 15%!

Product qualification rate: 100%!

Consumer favorability: Continuously improving!

Jiang Chen nodded in satisfaction.

This is the power of "conscience".

He doesn't need to keep an eye on things every day.

There's no need to assign a bunch of quality inspectors.

As long as that plaque stands there, everyone will conscientiously do their job well.

Because no one wants to tarnish the reputation of "Jiang's conscience".

"Brother Chen! Brother Chen!"

Su Qing burst through the door, carrying a small glass bottle in her hand.

"Hurry and try it! The first batch of strawberry jam is ready!"

She unscrewed the bottle cap, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to Jiang Chen's lips.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth and took a bite.

The sauce has a delicate texture and a bright red color.

The sweetness of strawberries explodes in your mouth, but it's not overly sweet.

Most importantly, it has that freshness, like it was just picked from the ground.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Su Qing stared at him expectantly.

"tasty."

Jiang Chen nodded.

"But did you try it yourself?"

"You tried it!"

Su Qing scooped up another large spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Mmm~~~ It's so delicious! And have you noticed that after eating it, I feel warm and cozy all over, it's so comforting!"

As she spoke, she stretched.

Jiang Chen smiled.

This is the second effect of the system halo—beneficial nourishment.

Although the effects are slight, long-term consumption will definitely improve one's constitution gradually and imperceptibly.

"By the way, how do you plan to sell this batch of goods?"

Su Qing asked.

"Don't rush into large-scale distribution."

Jiang Chen pondered for a moment.

"Initially, we'll sell a limited number of bottles at the village's tourist shops, only 100 bottles a day, priced at 30 yuan per bottle."

"Thirty yuan?"

Su Qing's eyes widened.

"Isn't it too expensive? Imported strawberry jam in the supermarket only costs around twenty yuan."

"expensive?"

Jiang Chen pointed to the glittering golden plaque outside the window.

"Those four words alone are worth the price."

"Moreover, the more limited and scarce something is, the more its value is reflected."

"Once word of mouth spreads, you won't be able to buy it even if you want to."

Su Qing nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, whatever you say!"

Just when the factory was thriving.

In the small shop at the village entrance.

A middle-aged man wearing a tattered vest and reeking of alcohol was leaning over the counter, his eyes greedily fixed on the brand-new factory in the distance.

It was none other than Jiang Gundao, the village's scoundrel.

"Old Zhang, I heard there's a lot of valuable stuff piled up in that factory?"

Jiang Gundao lowered his voice and asked the shopkeeper, Grandpa Zhang.

Grandpa Zhang was doing his accounts without looking up.

Why are you asking about this?

"Nothing, just curious."

Jiang Gundao chuckled.

"I heard that any part taken from those machines can sell for several thousand."

"And those copper cables, they can sell for tens of dollars a pound!"

Grandpa Zhang raised his head and glared at him fiercely.

"I advise you not to get any funny ideas!"

"Last time you went to the construction site to steal something, I was almost scared to death. Have you forgotten already?"

Jiang Gundao's face turned pale.

He remembered the "red-eyed monsters" he had seen that night.

But soon, he shook his head again.

"I must be seeing things! There's no ghost out there!"

"Besides, the factory is already built, and most of the workers have left. Who's left to guard it?"

Grandpa Zhang sighed.

"You'll get yourself into trouble sooner or later."

Jiang Gundao didn't take it seriously and turned to walk out of the convenience store.

He stood at the village entrance, looking at the factory that gleamed in the setting sun, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"As long as you pull off one big heist, you'll be set for life."

He licked his lips, already starting to make plans in his mind.