The whole-factory workers' vote, which had originally been intended to settle everything in one go, could not be held immediately because someone had interrupted.
The people from City Hall sensed that they probably would not have the chance to finish this task today, so they took the initiative to say they would leave.
They still had other work to do and had no time to waste here.
Of course, they also told everyone that they would give them some time to discuss and deliberate. If they still could not reach a decision after three days, then the factory would be put up for auction according to the previous decision.
The people from the Labor Union also took the initiative to leave.
The factory workers were all arguing noisily, and they truly could not reach a result today.
Old John was about to leave when several coworkers he was close to held him back.
"Let's go have a drink. We need to do something!" one of them said.
Old John hesitated for a while before agreeing. In truth, it made little difference to him who offered more or less. He was just a worker. Whoever became the manager had nothing to do with him.
But he still agreed. It was a human instinct.
When people could not grasp the future, they gathered together in groups.
They had originally planned to go to the Workers' Club. The food and beer there were extremely cheap. Although they did not taste very good, cheapness was obviously more important than flavor to the people at the bottom.
Perhaps most people had the same idea. The entire club was already packed, and there were hardly any places left where people could even stand.
The group switched to a cheap bar that also offered stripping services. Of