Factory Novel Novels & Stories

(Ma Fu Sheng) “Hmm~..bye..” Ma Fu Sheng was a fat Chinese man, in his 40’s, if one looked at him, the first impression they get is that he was country bumpkin, the way he dressed with his oversized suits, his thick Chinese English accent and also his male pattern baldness. But he has a bright character and also tend to sometimes acted like a foolish person. But that just the way he is, he is the owner of Ma Food Factory, a large food processing factory that specializes, in instant food, canned goods, repackages spice and condiments, everything that is related to food, Ma Food Factory was the man to find. Ma Fu Sheng were actually the owner of this company, and his company, were located in th

The High-Line Node was a sprawling complex of automated factories built into the caldera of an extinct volcano. At this altitude, the air was pristine, the sun reflecting off the vast fields of snow and the black glass of the factory walls. But the peace of the landscape was broken by the violent, industrial screeching coming from the central assembly bay.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou. There has been no one here for many years. I think it's quite safe here, so I locked her up here." Xu Feng said to Zhou Tian nervously. Zhou Tian didn't say anything else and drove into the abandoned factory. This factory used to be a high-tech factory. Due to the lack of environmental protection, it was ordered to close and reorganize, so it had never been opened again. Several cars all entered the factory and stopped in front of a large warehouse. There was also a A-class Mercedes-Benz parked at the door of the warehouse. It was red, and it seemed that it was driven by a girl.

Celena saw that they were from The Connoisseurs, she quickly put on a decent smile and said, "Hello, my name is Celena Stone. I'm the person in charge of Nirvana Factory. You are?" The worker handed Celena a document and said, "Hello, Ms. Stone. We work for the Drunham City Connoisseurs. "We received a report that something is wrong with the equipment and the quality of the materials used in your factory. That includes an environment that's not up to standard. "Your factory is not allowed to carry out any productions. If you have any questions, you can file an appeal with The Connoisseurs. This is the notice for your closure."

“Ms. Callahan, the factory’s equipment had just been replaced not too long ago. We’ve invested more than fifty million dollars in replacing the equipment, which is still eighty percent new.” After entering the factory, Trevor showed Thea around the workshop and introduced the place to her. Thea nodded. “Okay.” She was very satisfied. The factory building was great, and the equipment was fully functional. They also had technicians. Despite some of them leaving, it did not really affect the overall situation. Now, they only needed to focus on getting some orders to revitalize the Pacific Group. It would be hard for other people to get orders from large enterprises. However, it was a piece of c

“There are residential places here too. How can we set up a factory here?” “If I get to develop a factory here. It is going to be hundred percent eco-friendly with zero carbon emissions and recyclable waste. My old factory has shifted to this technique and it is working out well.” “That is nice and it is a great place to set up the machines considering the magnitude of the place.” “Now who do we need to talk to?” Rosalyn asked. Caleb saw a p*sserby. He went to ask him but he straight out ignored him and continued walking.

Fabian’s company looked like it had stepped out of a sci-fi movie. It was a smart factory with a high level of artificial intelligence (AI) and cyber-physical systems. There were AI robots on the floor performing tasks that Amber had never even dreamt possible. One came up to them as soon as she and Fabian stepped into the lobby. It didn’t look humanoid though; the structure of the robot was fairly simple. It was basically a shiny silver shaft with a spherical camera at the top and long mechanical limbs. The thing moved on two wheels.

"I saw that myself, after you kept quite about what happened backstage after the show. And you never spilled the details for the press after half of Portland tried to tear down your house. You're the sort of girl who's good at keeping secrets." "I'm not sure what you m–" I start to say, before Felix interrupts me. "Besides, we're Fable," Felix says, completely ignoring me. "Not some small-town garage band. We're not going to work with someone who's just good or ok... we need excellence."

Despite its dilapidated appearance, Emma sensed activity within—this place was very much in operation. Lady Long nodded to the man who had opened the door—another assistant whose features seemed oddly forgettable. Emma tried to memorize his face but found her attention sliding away, as if some force prevented her from focusing on him too closely. They followed Lady Long to the front of the factory where a truck waited, its engine idling softly, a massive red trailer attached to its back. It was a Mercedes truck, its chrome fixtures gleaming dully in the moonlight. The vehicle seemed incongruously new and well-maintained compared to the crumbling facade of the factory behind it.

By the time I arrived at the factory, the sun had barely even risen as the sky was still casted in deep navy hues with shimmering stars still adorning it. The earlier I do this, the better for me and everyone involved. I killed the engines of my car on arrival, sighting some of capos who stood in waiting for me. "It took you long enough cazzo" Luca scowled, marching towards me. "Are they all in there?" My voice was raspy and groggy as we both ambled towards the entrance of the gloomy doomed factory, veiled from modernity. "Yes. All fifteen of them" Luca replied. The atmosphere shifted the moment I stepped into the factory, everyone going rigid and on their toes.