Seeing his own workers "collectively skipping work," Director Han's face darkened terribly.
He turned and barked at the people behind him, "What's going on? Where are the people from the Shearing Workshop?"
The man being scolded looked utterly aggrieved, plainly wearing an expression of You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?
Fortunately, someone quick-witted said, "Factory Director, they all went to help out in the stamping workshop. Some large equipment needs moving over there, and they don't have enough hands."
"Then why aren't you going to call them back?"
"Right, right~"
Several people sprinted away, prompting Director Han to yell again, "Why are you running? What are you panicking for?"
"..."
Ten minutes later, dozens of people in work uniforms ran back, heads lowered as they slipped into the Shearing Workshop and lined up in three rows, front to back.
Li Ye carefully sized up those workers and noticed something was off.
There was resentment on all their faces. Some were even muttering under their breaths. That was highly unusual.
How could they still show their displeasure right in front of factory leaders and visiting guests?
Hmm, something was definitely fishy here.
Director Han stepped forward, first lecturing them with a few grand principles before announcing Li Ye's suggestion.
"The First Branch Factory is one of Beijing's star enterprises. You've all seen the Jingcheng Brand automobiles it produces. But let me remind you: the First Branch Factory is also a production unit with high standards.
"Not to mention anything else, workers at the First Branch Factory often work overtime. Everyone knows that. Think it over yourselves—if you don't have a few pounds and a few ounces of skill, you won't be able to carry their rice bowl."
Li Ye: "..."
Lu Zhizhang: "..."
Only after Director Han had