But even so, Wen Cheng had always been willing to help others. Whenever workers met with accidents or faced difficulties, they could get an advance on their wages from the factory, and he would even lead the way in donating money to help them out of their plight.
So, for a moment, they all fell silent.
Zhao Yufen's hoarse voice rang out again, this time a lot calmer, "Although I rarely visit the factory, I know you're all long-time employees there. You know my husband's character best. If the processing plant really cannot continue, even if it means selling our house and the factory, we will definitely pay you the owed wages, so you can go home for the New Year."
The workers softened a bit upon hearing this.
But just then, a Cheng Yaojin charged out, stubbornly fixated on the issue.
