"No way! Defend Xinguang, yield not an inch! As long as the factory stands, we stand..." Old Mr. Huai glared and started shouting slogans again.
He wasn't just paying lip service to "As long as the factory stands, we stand; if the factory falls, we fall."
As a veteran who had crossed the Yalu River, and as Xinguang Factory's first director, a position he had held for more than twenty years afterward, he saw the factory as a child he had raised with his own hands.
Xinguang Factory could be restructured, reorganized, or even go bankrupt and close down. But he would never let these corrupt officials and unscrupulous businessmen devour it under the guise of restructuring and acquisition. Even if it took his last breath, he would fight those bastards to the bitter end.
"Sir! Old Master Huai!"
Deputy Department Director Zhou hurriedly pointed toward the crowd and reminded him, "Look, a lot of workers over there are already injured, some quite badly. They need to get to the hospital right away. If this fighting continues, more and more people will get hurt. You don't want to see that happen either, do you?"
"What battle doesn't leave people wounded?" Huai Jinqi retorted stubbornly. Then he glared at Zhou Yi and urged him, "If you've already seen people getting hurt, what are you standing around for? Send someone to take them to the hospital!"
Zhou Yi nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, you're absolutely right!"
Then he turned, glanced at the somewhat dazed Commander Jiang, and urged him with a frown, "Don't just stand there. Get the injured to the hospital!"
Jiang Xuezeng snapped out of his daze and hurriedly turned to direct the police officers to assist the medical personnel who had arrived, helping them carry the injured into the ambulances.