Outside the window, the night had already deepened, wrapping the entire world in a thick, ink-like blanket. A biting, freezing wind howled as it lashed against the panes, making a low, mournful sound as if lamenting the solitude and chill of the winter night. Inside, Wang Jianguo lay alone on his bed, staring blankly at the pitch-black ceiling while a tangled mess of thoughts churned in his mind.
The matters discussed earlier that day at Director Liu's home—the numerous difficulties involved in building the new brick factory and the impending, unknown situation—flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. They left him agitated and deeply worried, yet entirely unable to make sense of it all.
Just as the world was wrapped in profound silence, a crisp knock abruptly broke the stillness indoors.
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