In Factory Director Ji's limited understanding, to have a high-rise building like the Sui City Hotel was already quite impressive.
Now, he was thinking that although the salaries were fixed, he could distribute some more items to everyone, making their lives better.
In fact, after the Spring Trade Fair, the Shanghai Textile Factory almost monthly finds reasons to distribute items - rice, flour, grain, oil, cloth, eggs, meat, whatever they could gather.
Whether full-time workers or part-timers, as long as they worked, they got a share.
Every resident of Lan County genuinely felt the benefits.
Factory Director Ji spent the day daydreaming about the future, to him the foreign merchants before him were no longer people; they were bricks, tiles, rice, flour, meat... the smiling faces of children.
"Hezi, has Uncle Ji gone mad?"
"Probably not."
"Should I slap him awake?"
"Absolutely not!"
Factory Director Ji didn't realize that, during his daydream, Lin Nianhe had saved his life.
