Days passed by, one after another, but conditions at the factory continued to deteriorate, and everyone's livelihood was affected.
Positions in many departments seemed to have become mere decorations; aside from drawing a base salary, most tasks had ground to a halt. One day you were busy with this, the next with that, but beyond the posturing and grandstanding, nothing of substance was actually being accomplished.
Zhou Junfeng hadn't been to the factory in a long time. He spent his days lying at home, "taking root and sprouting," much like the people who had nothing to do but lie at home during the modern pandemic.
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