Someone was dragged dejectedly out of the office by the factory security department, while the inspection team squeezed into the office. Another group went to the arrested man's home and began a thorough search.
"They caught another one!"
"Serves him right!"
"That bastard was the worst. I heard he slapped a female comrade on the ass last time."
"How hateful are these people? Our factory director said it well: anyone who undermines the collective is our enemy. People like that deserve to be dealt with harshly."
"Our factory director said it himself. Damn it, I don't even dare enjoy myself, and he thinks he gets to? Get him! Deal with him hard!"
The workers imitated Wang Yan's tone and burst into laughter, feeling both vindicated and invigorated...
On one hand, it was satisfying to see those who had once been in the spotlight fall from grace. On the other, they were even happier to see their rights protected and themselves valued...
The inspection team saw this scene as well. Their timing was excellent—they had arrived just as Wang Yan began rectifying the factory's work style. After several days of inspections in the enormous textile mill, they encountered people being arrested every day.
Some were production team leaders, some were senior management cadres, some handled personnel, some finances. Even the cooks were dealt with.
Of course, the cooks were not innocent either. It was normal enough for a head chef to bring some food home for his family; taking a little was one thing. But hauling big chunks of pig head home—what kind of behavior was that?
From the head chef down to the chopping-block assistants, there was not a single decent person in the entire chemical plant kitchen. More than twenty of them were swept up in one go...
"Just