The chilling decree of suspension pending review issued by the Rolling Mill Factory Party Committee felt like a death knell, utterly shattering the official authority Li Huaide had so painstakingly maintained.
He had no idea how he managed to leave the factory grounds, moving like a walking corpse amidst gazes that ranged from contemptuous and probing to downright gloating.
As dusk fell, he stood in a daze before the doors of his father-in-law Liao Zhengqing’s Quadrangle Courtyard in the West City.
Chapter 107