Chapter 800 - 819: Dark-Skinned Workers Are at a Disadvantage
Chapter 800: Chapter 819: Dark-Skinned Workers Are at a Disadvantage
Little President Qian’s factory was located in the suburbs, not too far from the main city.
But the area was quite desolate, with hardly any other buildings around. As a result, the silvery-white factory looked strikingly out of place.
"This place is pretty big."
"Mhm. I figured if we were going to build it, we might as well go big. We’ll use the space eventually. Better to get it all done at once—it saves us the trouble of expanding later, which would be an even bigger hassle."
"Qiuqiu, want to go inside and take a look?"
She nodded.
The sanitation measures here were impeccable. Before heading to the production line, even the boss had to be sanitized, put on a protective suit, and then get sprayed with another layer of disinfectant.
The sauce factory was brightly lit. Aside from the machines, row after row of people in protective suits were bent over the production line, looking extremely neat and orderly.
Mincing meat, portioning, mixing the sauce—
Mechanized production, precise recipes, ideal temperature and humidity, and perfect timing all ensured that every bottle of Gugu Meat Sauce had a standardized flavor profile.
Walking past the ingredient-loading area, the intertwined aromas were so potent that even through their protective suits, it was impossible to block out the soul-stirring combination of spiciness and meaty fragrance.
After a quick look around, Qiuqiu and Little President Qian left the factory building and went to the plant’s temporary office.
"What do you think of this facility?"
"It’s great, very up to standard." Qiuqiu was quite satisfied with the production line, but she had to ask, "Why are all the workers wearing protective suits?"
Back on Federation Star, everyone just wore hairnets and masks.
Switching to these one-piece suits now not only increases costs, but they must be incredibly stuffy for the workers...
Now that she mentioned it, Little President Qian looked helpless.
"I didn’t want to do it this way either, but—"
"You’ll understand when you see this." Little President Qian turned on the terminal in the office, tapped the screen a few times, and pulled up a video.
This related to a proposal she had made before: in addition to playing a video of the sauce’s production process on the purchase page, they would also put a scannable code (similar to a QR code) on the bottle.
After scanning it, the customer could watch the production process for that very bottle of sauce.
The moment the proposal was made, everyone in the company thought it was brilliant and immediately gave it the green light.
’This must be the video Little President Qian filmed for the first batch of sauce on Q3 Star,’ she thought.
At first glance, the beginning of the video seemed fine.
The first stage of the production line: machines cutting large chunks of pork into smaller pieces, and then—
Her eyes widened.
As the camera followed along to the second station, a group of workers wearing hairnets and masks appeared on screen. They were dark-skinned and frighteningly skinny, practically skin and bones.
The pork, streaked with a bit of fat, appeared beneath these workers’ hands. The contrast of dark skin, white fat, and red meat created a bizarre and unsettling image.
Furthermore, because the camera used close-ups, it was impossible to avoid capturing the workers’ bony arms and their fingers, which looked dirty due to their dark skin, even though they were washed clean.
Both the desire to buy and one’s appetite plummeted.
But that wasn’t the most horrifying part.
The most horrifying part was the footage of the workers at a later stage, after the meat had been fried into small chunks and the peppers had been simmered into chili oil.
Born on this barren land, they had never smelled such a wonderful aroma or eaten such delicious food before.
They stared at the contents of the large vat with an expression of intense craving.
Their emaciated bodies, their desperate, craving expressions, and the sauce simmering in the production vat.
All three things, linked together—
The joy of buying delicious Gugu Meat Sauce suddenly vanished.
All one could feel was pity for the workers.