So You're All in the Sons-in-Law Faction!

"A family with three workers could save up half the price of a house in a year? Was that a joke?"

"Whether it was a joke or not, one look would tell."

After Master Mu and Master Miao shared the information they had gathered with everyone, the group was half-convinced and half-doubtful.

Then, at everyone's strong request, the Changbei Machinery Company staff dormitories were added to that afternoon's tour itinerary.

And then, everyone grew envious.

A vast stretch of brand-new five-story buildings stood there, gray and plain yet enough to make people's eyes burn with envy. According to Wang Qinshan, most of the people living there were frontline workers.

First, because frontline workers earned more and could better afford housing.

Second, because Changbei Machinery Company's current ratio of management to workers was already one to eight. Workers had always made up the overwhelming majority.

Master Mu and the others could no longer sit still. Dozens of people buzzed among themselves, whispering and talking without pause.

"They build more than ten apartment buildings a year. Our unit has been shouting about it for five or six years and only built two—and there isn't even a share for us workers."

"Shh. Don't air the family's dirty laundry in public. Don't let them hear us."

"So what if they hear? I'm not the one being laughed at. Old Lu is up front taking the heat! He only got one apartment himself."

"..."

Lu Zhizhang truly felt somewhat awkward.

He was the Factory Office director. By the rules, whenever there were new apartments, he would naturally be high on the list. After moving into a new place, deciding who received his old one was still a tremendous favor. No one dared say no.

But now, looking at this vast concrete forest before them, the