Morning.
The Steam Turbine Factory residential compound.
Song Qiran ate his porridge while flipping through the newspaper in his hands.
"I heard the parachuted-in vice president of your group has been making things very difficult for you lately!" Zhang Jingyi said.
Song Qiran looked up. "You heard about it too?"
"Everyone in the factory compound knows about it. How could I not?" Zhang Jingyi said worriedly.
"It's just a difference of opinion. We're all doing this for the good of the enterprise. Don't worry. Most of the old-timers still support me!" Song Qiran said calmly.
As long as the guillotine had not fallen, humanity's struggle for power and profit would never cease.
A state-owned enterprise was a small society. Especially over the past two years, the group had expanded explosively, developing into a colossal entity spanning every field. Even in the previous war, it had suffered little damage.
In the first quarter of this year, its industrial output had already accounted for twenty percent of Hedong City's total. Its importance and strategic significance were immense. Naturally, it was inevitable that some people would grow jealous and try to snatch the fruits of its labor.
However, moving him out would not be so easy.
"If you're unhappy doing this, just resign!" Zhang Jingyi said.
"What a woman's opinion!" Song Qiran said. Soft-heartedness could never accomplish great things.
"Fine, fine, fine, my woman's opinion!" Zhang Jingyi said angrily.
Just then, Song Qiran suddenly slapped the table.
"Damn! A God Slayer!"
"Why are you suddenly making such a fuss? What happened now?" Zhang Jingyi put down her bowl and said irritably.
There was no way to eat this meal anymore.
Did he really think she had no temper?
"Do you remember Chen Shouyi? Our former neighbor, the one who was very close to