The twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Monday.
Since the twelfth lunar month of 1993 had no thirtieth day, the twenty-seventh counted as the twenty-eighth. When Li Ye saw Dan Shengwen at work that day, he could not help finding it strange.
"Hey, Old Dan, why haven't you gone home? If you don't leave today, won't you miss the boat?"
Dan Shengwen froze for a moment, then said with a smile, "President Li, we're not going back southwest to spend New Year's this year. Pretty much the whole family is in the capital, so we're staying here. This is the Spring Festival duty roster I arranged. Please take a look."
"Heh, speaking of Spring Festival duty, it reminds me of the fate between us."
Li Ye took the roster with a chuckle, glanced over it, and said, "Are you working yourself like a donkey? The Spring Festival only has a few days off in total, and you're on duty for three of them?"
Dan Shengwen paused, then smiled. "I'm not visiting relatives anyway, and there's nothing much to do at home, so I thought I'd take a few extra shifts."
"Your heart's in the right place, but your method is wrong."
Li Ye said to Dan Shengwen, "Our organization values fairness. If you do more, doesn't that mean everyone else gets to slack off? We can't encourage that kind of atmosphere."
"Alright, alright, I'll change it later."
Dan Shengwen hurriedly agreed, though inwardly, he truly was not used to it.
In the days before the Spring Festival, everyone at Jingnan Group had already become idle, because Li Ye and Ma Zhaoxian had told everyone a week in advance to finish the work in their hands. Those far from home could return early to see their parents, while those nearby