Not long after, a man with a pot belly and a cropped cut came over and shouted, "Owen."
He was wearing a shirt on his upper body, but sports pants on his legs, and a pair of British-style pointed leather shoes on his feet, neither fish nor fowl.
The fat on his face and his thick double chin were trembling with his steps.
Owen Cox hurriedly got up and greeted him, and said with a smile, "Mr. Koch, why are you here?"
The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, "There is a traffic jam on the road."
Owen Cox introduced: "Sister, brother-in-law, this is the Rome Koch I told you, the mine manager of West Coal Mine."
The fat man corrected with a smile, "Deputy mine manager."
Owen Cox said: "It's all the same. Who doesn't know that all the workers in the mine listen to yo
