I'll Pull Out Your Wick

"Come on, Li Ye. Time for the branch meeting."

On Wednesday morning, as soon as work began, Li Ye received notice to attend the Party Member branch assembly, held once every quarter.

"Alright, Master, coming right away."

Li Ye picked up his notebook and followed his master, Old Ding, out the door. Deputy Section Chief Wu Qingyi lagged behind at a leisurely pace.

The others could only watch the backs of the three section chiefs and deputy section chiefs with envy.

This was not decades later, when certain people would howl all day about quitting because paying Party dues according to their income made their hearts ache.

In these days, Party Member status was still a highly "prestigious" badge of honor.

And if one wanted to make something of oneself in a state-owned enterprise, Party Member status was also an extremely important qualification, directly affecting the ultimate height of one's ceiling.

In 1987, the number of Party Members nationwide was still nowhere near what it would be decades later, and the proportion within manufacturing factories was even lower than in government offices.

So young intellectuals like Yue Lingshan, Pan Dachuan, and Zheng Jiemin were all still at the stage of "submitting applications." They had not even touched the status of activist yet!

A factory was a factory; frontline workers had to be looked after first.

"Master, there are quite a few people here today!"

After arriving, Li Ye found that there were roughly seventy or eighty people, somewhat more than last time.

Old Ding nodded slightly. "It's more complete than last time. Keep your eyes open."

"Don't worry, Master. As long as nobody provokes me, I definitely won't make a sound."

Li Ye smiled and nodded, his expression utterly calm, though his eyes brimmed with anticipation.

Old Ding was nearly