"This is wonderful—you're really something, kid. These buildings turned out great."
Factory Director Old Qi looked at the lively scene before him, unable to suppress his smile, his delight beyond words.
"Look at this—cement roads, paved tiles, gardens, bicycle sheds, and even the ground-floor yards have been enclosed. The paint on the walls looks great too. Wonderful."
In truth, the old factory director had lost count of how many times he had come here, but now that the homes were being handed over today, he still could not help saying such meaningless things.
Meaningless chatter was the one thing no one lacked today. Everyone repeated things they had said before, marveling that better days had arrived. They were also more passionate than ever about the future construction of socialism...
Wang Yan smiled. "This is nothing. Eventually, all these roads will have to be replaced with asphalt. If I weren't worried about the county giving us an earful, we would have paved them with asphalt this time."
"Oh, cement roads are good enough. Asphalt roads should be built outside—fix all the roads in our county, and both the county and our factory will develop better. You need to think more about serious matters. Having apartment buildings is luxurious enough already; there's really no need for more."
"You're not moving in, Old Director?"
"If you don't, I will." Factory Director Old Qi snorted.
Wang Yan laughed heartily. After watching the bustle for a while longer, he finally left.
Other than those who truly could not leave their posts, the entire factory had basically been given a half-day holiday that morning. The scene was impossible to control—everyone had gone to look at the new homes.
He went to the paper mill and observed the situation from outside the sterile workshop.
This was the