It was the sixth day since the new factory director had arrived.
At dawn, Jin Cheng sprang out of bed with a kip-up, dressed, folded his blanket, used the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and washed his face all within a minute, then headed toward the workshop with a yawn.
But when he found the workshop empty, with nothing but rows of cold machines, he suddenly realized he'd messed up again.
The factory had already shut down.
But the wages hadn't stopped.
They'd even increased!
Even the half month's wages that had previously been withheld had been paid back!
And they were calculated according to the new wage rates!
Over time, the idea of getting something for nothing had become an ideological brand seared deep into Jin Cheng's mind.
The first two days of the shutdown had been fine. A day or two of occasional rest quickly wiped away the workers' fatigue, and he even had time to tutor his younger brother Jin Tun and strengthen their brotherly bond.
But on the third day, withdrawal symptoms kicked in.
If he didn't swing a hammer for a day, his whole body felt wrong. If he couldn't hear machines running, his ears felt uncomfortable. If he couldn't smell machine oil, his nose felt off. If he couldn't get slapped by the old team leader, his face felt strangely empty.
The cafeteria food had improved. The new cafeteria manager had been chosen from among the workers and was a master at braised pork. The vegetables tasted much better without middlemen taking a cut, but without steel wool and dishcloth in the food, it still felt like something was missing.
The overseers had been reassigned to guard the front gate, and the security office at the gate had been turned into the idiot office. Yet