Upon hearing Huang Yusheng’s question.
Zhao Shitou was about to explain when soone nearby interjected:
"Hey there, little brother, judging by what you said, you haven’t stayed in the city much before, huh?
Let tell you.
Whether it’s housing allocation or grain distribution.
For folks like us, we have to wait until all the big shots and cronies have had their fill first."
Huang Yusheng and Zhao Shitou both turned their heads to look, only to find that the speaker was a small old man in his fifties.
This man had dark skin and a sowhat hunched posture.
His old face was full of the marks of ti.
Judging by the tools in his hands, his position was likely that of a chanic.
Full of youthful vigor, Huang Yusheng was not pleased upon hearing those words.
He couldn’t help but retort:
"Old man, I disagree with your words.
Not to ntion fairness.
The big shots in the city all live in the north of the city; how would they co to the west side and compete for housing with us?
Moreover, these buildings are indeed better than many houses owned by village-rich folks, but those wealthy in the city, who among them doesn’t live more spaciously?
Your words simply don’t hold water."
Upon seeing the two look over, the small old man shook his head in an experienced manner:
"Little brother, you’re talking about those big shots in the Wei Mansion.
True, they’re definitely staying in their big estates and won’t co for these small houses.
But don’t forget.
Our factory’s managers, assistants, and supervisors don’t have houses; they live and eat in the factory daily.
Do you think now that the houses are completed, they wouldn’t keep a few units for themselves?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Shitou’s eyes suddenly lit up.
He handed over a cigarette and felt he’d found a kindred spirit, agreeing:
"The old man sees things clearly, saying what I wanted to say.
Xiaohuang, don’t be fooled by the surface appearances about everyone having a chance.
I’m saying it now, there will definitely be insider dealings in the distribution!
Actually, I don’t mind the managers getting houses; it’s their due.
Last ti there was an ergency task in our workshop requiring overti, and even after we finished, the managers were still in etings.
We’ve seen how the Huaxia People treat us well, and we won’t betray like those ungrateful sorts.
But the problem is... who doesn’t have close or distant ties?"
Seeing the sowhat bewildered Huang Yusheng, Zhao Shitou exhaled a frustrated smoke ring:
"Xiaohuang, think carefully.
Aren’t there so in your group who have particularly good relations with the supervisors and leaders, always reporting small matters?
And those in charge.
They’re all people from the Wei Mansion; which of them doesn’t have a few trusted ones under them?
Do you think compared to them, we ordinary workers have any advantage?"
Hearing these words, Huang Yusheng couldn’t help but fall silent.
Though he hadn’t read much, he wasn’t a fool.
After this conversation, he naturally understood the aning behind the elder colleagues’ words.
He opened his mouth, wanting to refute them.
But when the words reached his lips, he didn’t know how to say them.
What Zhao Shitou said actually made a lot of sense.
Indeed.
Given the current reputation of the Huaxia People in the city, even if the factory leaders take so shares, no one would oppose.
Even Huang Yusheng himself felt this was what the factory leaders deserved; they were worthy of it.
But when it cos to trusted relations, it’s not so clear:
Even ordinary people have close or distant ties, let alone those leaders.
The first phase of completed staff buildings has a total of fifteen units.
Each unit has seven floors, each floor with 12 rooms.
Hence, the first batch of allocated houses amounts to around thirteen hundred units.
This allocation of houses assus three people per unit, accommodating barely four thousand people.
How many workers are there just within Chixian City?
Over forty thousand!
Not to ntion that so workers’ parents and children exceed or fall below the factory’s age limit; it’s not a straightforward one-for-one.
Thus, the actual number affected by the housing would be greater, roughly six thousand.
Six thousand vying for four thousand.
A distribution chance of one out of fifteen; who can guarantee there’s no insider dealing?
Following that, Huang Yusheng thought about his own performance:
He does his job regularly without any special aspects besides having joined the factory early.
In terms of relations... because of family burdens, he hasn’t mingled closely with coworkers, having just two or three friends in a workshop of twenty-five people.
As for those in charge, that’s not even worth ntioning; he spends money so carefully that he splits every cent, having no money or energy to maintain relations with leaders.
Such a situation might be described as diligent and hardworking, but twisted in aning, it could be interpreted as silent and cunning.
Which evaluation would those in charge from Wei Mansion use... is truly uncertain.
Thinking about it this way.....
His chances seem not to be high?
After realizing these things, Huang Yusheng’s mood visibly sank.
Undeniably.
Humans truly are strange creatures.
Before seeing or having the chance to possess sothing better, most people are quite accepting:
I am well-fed and clothed now, and life is actually pretty good.
Those Tan Palace or Nine Rooms Hall level villas indeed look beautiful, but what does it have to do with soone ordinary like ?
But once they realize they once had a chance to reach sothing they thought unattainable but failed due to various reasons.
Their calm ntality is likely to change.
Faced with this, those with poor psychological resilience might even choose to go extre.
While Huang Yusheng’s condition hasn’t reached that point, the reasoning is similar.
In the past, when he lived in tents, he often passed the wealthy district in the north of the city.
Seeing those extravagant big courtyards, Huang Yusheng’s mood was quite stable—because he knew in this life, he’d surely have no relation with those mansions, and his life with his family was very happy and harmonious.
However, at this mont.
When he suddenly found himself seemingly just a step away from the staff buildings, but in reality possibly excluded for a long ti due to insider dealings, his mind beca unsettled.
This doesn’t an Huang Yusheng has a bad ntality; after all, he’s just a nineteen-year-old migrant worker. There’s no need to expect him to be as stable as an Arsenal fan.
Just when Huang Yusheng was feeling a bit dazed, a commotion suddenly arose from the left of the notice board.
A mont later.
The crowd on the left spontaneously parted to make way.
A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair walked in, accompanied by a young man carrying a briefcase.
Huang Yusheng recognized the man with the slicked-back hair; he was Qi River, the director of the bicycle factory, and the young man was his assistant, Zhu De’ai.
The two stopped by the notice board, and Zhu De’ai took out a loudspeaker from the briefcase and handed it over to Qi River.
Qi River took the loudspeaker and turned it on, lightly patting the microphone with his palm.
Soon.
There ca a sowhat muffled ’poof poof’ sound from the onsite speaker.
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