Duma's campaign was in full swing over there, while back home, Wang Ye's father had run into a problem—not too big, but not small either.
The Flour Improver Factory had performed quite well the previous year.
Before the New Year, the factory had even held a grand commendation ceremony to reward its outstanding employees.
The method of commendation was "simple and brutal": handing out cash bonuses on the spot!
The Industrial and Commercial Bank of China in the city had specially sent an armored cash truck loaded with money, while the county police department had dispatched more than ten officers to maintain order.
The bonus pool was simply too large—an entire three million yuan!
Perhaps Wang Ye would not have considered that much money significant, but this was a small inland county town!
The small square in front of the Flour Improver Factory's office building was really just a stretch of flat concrete normally used for parking.
A raised platform had now been hastily set up and used as the stage.
Several hundred workers had gathered in the open space. There were no chairs, so everyone was standing.
The conditions were rather basic, but they could make do. The commendation ceremony would not last very long anyway.
Standing at the very front were the stars of the day's ceremony: the sales department's sales representatives.
There were over thirty young people. Every one of them looked exhausted, and some were still covered in travel dust, as they had basically just rushed back from business trips out of town.
A few whose homes were in rural villages had not even had time to go home once.
But after the ceremony, they would be going on holiday. Wouldn't it be even better to return home for the New Year with generous salaries and