Sneaking into the Warehouse
Xiao Lv's eyes lit up. She pursed her lips and quietly memorized what this female worker said.
She'd been looking for a chance to prove herself, and now the opportunity had landed right in her lap!
In the following days, the female workers threw themselves into production. Although everyone was new and inexperienced, they worked hard to fulfill the order, hoping to win it for the textile factory.
The rain was relentless, and the darkness absolute— no one could see anyone else. Aunt Lu and Mrs. Zane ran together for a while, then realized they'd gotten separated.
Originally, Aunt Lu, Mrs. Zane, and Greta had planned to leave work together, but now each found herself alone, assuming the others had been scattered by the storm.
Xiao Lv had been waiting for a chance, and today, she finally found one!
On this pitch-black, rainy night, Greta, wrapped in her rain cape and bamboo hat, quietly hid in a corner of the Textile Works. She'd spent the past few days observing everything, and now, taking advantage of the darkness and the changing of the guards, she slipped to the warehouse door.
“Oh my, this wicked wind has blotted out the sky!” Mrs. Zeng looked up as the shift ended. "A heavy storm's coming soon. Let's hurry home after dinner!"
"Yes, let's eat quickly and head home!"
Greta stepped inside. After walking for a while in the darkness, she shivered from the cold.
Even after all that rushing, by the time they left the Textile Works, the sky was still pitch black and rain was pouring down outside.
The Textile Works had prepared bamboo hats and rain capes for the female workers, which the supervisor handed out to everyone.
In the heavy rain, every female worker wore the same bamboo hat and rain cape, hurrying home through the curtain of night and rain.
The rain was relentless, and the darkness absolute—no one could see anyone else. Aunt Lu and Mrs. Zane ran together for a while, then realized they'd gotten separated.
Originally, Aunt Lu, Mrs. Zane, and Greta had planned to leave work together, but now each found herself alone, assuming the others had been scattered by the storm.
No one waited for anyone else in the downpour, thinking surely everyone was running home, so they didn't stop for each other.
On this pitch-black, rainy night, Greta, wrapped in her rain cape and bamboo hat, quietly hid in a corner of the Textile Works. She'd spent the past few days observing everything, and now, taking advantage of the darkness and the changing of the guards, she slipped to the warehouse door.
She knew how to pick locks and quickly fiddled the door open.
The warehouse was pitch dark, filled with fabric ready for delivery.
Greta stepped inside. After walking for a while in the darkness, she shivered from the cold, the chill biting through her rain-soaked clothes.
She crouched among the stacks of fabric, shadows swallowing her up, and pulled a dry fire striker and a water pouch from her pocket.
The pouch was filled with strong liquor she'd prepared in advance.
Strong liquor isn't just for drinking—it can catch fire.
Greta quietly poured the liquor over the fabric, then struck the fire striker.
In the pitch-black warehouse, the bright spark from the fire striker pierced the darkness.
With a flick of her finger, Greta sent a few sparks from the striker onto the liquor-soaked fabric.
Fabric is flammable enough, but with the liquor, it caught fire instantly.
Greta watched the flames spread quickly, packed up her things, and slipped out of the warehouse before anyone noticed. She locked the door behind her and vanished into the rainy night.
Meanwhile, the guards changing shifts had no idea what was happening behind the tightly closed warehouse doors. When their patrol took them near the warehouse, one suddenly sniffed the air: "Do you smell something burning?"