Hui Qing Pharmaceutical Factory.
More than a dozen large trucks blocked the entrances and exits of the workshops, with nearly a hundred employees gathered together.
At the forefront was a thin and tall man in his forties.
At the moment, he was yelling angrily at a young man in his early twenties at the entrance of the workshop, "Zhang Kai, get out of the way!"
"We haven't been paid until now, are we not even allowed to haul goods to offset our debts?"
"Forget hauling goods, if the money isn't enough, we'll have to sell the machines."
"Anyway, there's no business in the factory anymore, and no one wants to work here!"
"..."
As the tall and thin man spoke, the rest of the employees also started shouting.
Hearing this, Zhang Kai quickly tried to placate them, "Director Chen, you're one of the veterans of our factory. Even if you don't help out during these difficult times, how can you lead the trouble? Do you really want to see our Hui Qing go under?"
