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Times were progressing, and so were the people.
At the Dacol Textile Factory, after the management had announced the company's decision, the workers involved in the strike began to discuss in small groups.
A young man with ordinary looks sneered, "The same old tricks, don't they ever get tired of them?"
Clearly, the young man was wary; he didn't dare to call them out by name. Everyone knew there were spies for the boss among the workers. There had already been people fired for complaining in private.
But times had changed. Getting fired was getting fired; at worst, they'd find a job at another factory. If all else failed, they could always go to the colonies—it's not like they would starve to death.
With this additional option, everyone felt more confident. If the Dacol Textile Factory offered good treatment, perhaps they wouldn't be so reluctant to lose their jobs.
