"Creak, creak, creak~ Creak, creak, creak~"
At four-thirty in the afternoon, the goods and money at the Workers' Club had all been handed out. Meanwhile, the printer at the First Branch Factory began creaking nonstop, spitting out sheet after sheet of printed personnel lists.
"Section Chief Wan, Section Chief Lu, these are the lists of everyone who came to collect their items today. Those marked with an asterisk are the ones who did not show up at their appointed times.
"We also printed out a separate list of their names. Let's verify the headcount. If the numbers are correct, you'll need to check the remaining details yourselves."
Everyone from the main factory was stunned.
Perhaps because of Huang Qi, there had always been people rushing over to collect their things without lining up in order. But since the workers were already carrying a bellyful of anger, and Section Chief Wan and the others had kept the situation under control, no quarrel had broken out on the spot.
Of course, Section Chief Wan and the others had another thought in mind—they were hoping something would go wrong in the end, so they could take the First Branch Factory down a peg.
In their view, with several thousand people collecting supplies in such a disorderly fashion, the final count was bound to be wrong. Maybe three or five packages, maybe dozens. When that happened, Section Chief Wan and the others would have plenty of snide remarks to make.
See? See? Didn't I say there would be problems? Without rules, there could be no order. Workers were just cheap hides—you had to beat them into line. If they wanted to make a fuss, then forget handing out New Year's goods and bonuses today. If they made an even bigger fuss, then they'd get