The Trouble

He put away his knife, and his expression was scared. "Peter, my fault this time. I will discipline my men and forbid them to cause trouble again." After one glance at me, Peter thought for a moment. "I forgive you this time. I will flatten your place if this happens again." Then, he opened the door and took the driver's seat. Sony was left in astonishment. His expression didn't change till he saw me in the car.  I had seen that expression on Joey's face.  "Oh no! He won't make trouble for me, will he?" I collapsed on the seat in despair while looking at Peter unhappily. "Your bad!" "No, Sony never hurts women." Speaking, Peter started the car. When I fastened the seat belt, the gray dust on his jacket caught my attention. The gray dust? I touched his jacket. "What's this?" "Microcement. There are workshops to make microcement, so I get stained on every visit here!" Peter pointed to the smoking plants nearby.  I turned to look at those plants and asked, "Is this the only place of produ