Yu Xing propped up a black umbrella with one hand and held a flashlight in the other. She wiped a thin layer of water mist from her face with her sleeve, stopping at the factory gate.,"I actually know something else," Yu Xing hesitated, thinking about how she was the last one to arrive and should try to salvage her image in the minds of her "future boss" and "future colleagues". "The Qiyuan Pharmaceutical Factory secretly produces counterfeit drugs for huge profits, harming many people. Rumor has it that the factory owner's death might not have been a suicide, but possibly...",Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。