Not long after, all five hundred or so workers who'd been on strike were chased away, but they did not leave. The gaunt, ugly man was still loudly proclaiming his views, arguing, "Don't worry. This Xiao fellow will come back crying and begging for us to return to work soon. Without us, Luo's Workshop cannot produce any goods. We are the ones with the fate of the company in our hands. We need to stay confident and have the guts to go up against these capitalists to the very end!"
Although the man was speaking spiritedly and loudly, the rest of the workers were shrouded in a general air of dejection. They had sat down, and their heads dipped solemnly. Now that they had calmed down, they felt like something was amiss. They had good jobs, so why had they gone on strike?
