"Who said the new apartment buildings had quality problems? Which bastard wants to snatch our new homes?"
"Come on, let's go ask Deputy Director Li. Just a few days ago, he said we'd all be living in new apartment buildings within five years. How could he go back on his word today?"
"What are you getting worked up for? Has Deputy Director Li ever gone back on his word? Something must have gone wrong over at the main factory."
"Then what do we do? I haven't even been happy for two hours. Even dreams don't end this fast!"
"Stop talking. Nothing can stay hidden in this factory. Let's split up and ask around, then talk after we find out the truth."
"Fine, I'll ask my second uncle."
"I'll go ask my aunt."
More than half the employees at the First Branch Factory had connections to the main factory. They were either children of employees or workers assigned over from the main factory, and the web of relationships was incredibly complicated. It might have been difficult to pry into top-secret matters, but the contents of an open meeting could be found out in minutes.
There was no wall in the world that did not leak air. That morning, the two directors of the First Branch Factory had argued with the main factory so fiercely. Just imagine how quickly such a "good show" would spread!
So the First Branch Factory workers learned the contents of the meeting over a single lunch break, and the entire group exploded with fury.
Good heavens, not only were the apartments no longer being assigned, but even the imported Japanese new project had become uncertain.
In other words, the dream that had just spread through the factory days ago—that everyone would move into new apartment buildings within