blogombal Chapter 13 Streams flow into rivers and seas, the whole nation supports!
Chapter 13 Streams flow into rivers and seas, the whole nation supports!
Old Yang's Annuan Garment Factory is going to close down.
Today is the day he decides to close down.
He stood in the production workshop, his fingers tracing the surfaces of each sewing machine, a lump in his throat.
Of course, he couldn't bear to give up the hard work he had put in since his father's time.
However, three consecutive years of losses made it impossible for him to continue.
The factory's new clothing designs couldn't keep up with the trends, it couldn't compete with large factories for big orders, and small orders weren't enough to feed itself and its workers.
Inventory is piling up, creditors are pressing for repayment, and bank loans are about to mature.
My wife's words from last night are still ringing in my ears:
"Old Yang, let's just forget about it. Let's sell the machines and the factory, pay off the debts first, and we'll still have some money left... Our child is about to be born, we can't afford to go through any more trouble."
Old Yang closed his eyes. Between his ideal career and his family, he finally chose his family.
"After all, I've gotten old, and I've lost that youthful passion."
"Let the workers sign the dissolution agreement tomorrow... and contact someone to take back the factory next week."
Old Yang walked out of the workshop, lit a cigarette, and subconsciously took out his phone to check the time.
The next moment, a line of large, unusual text appeared on the phone screen.
[Emergency Announcement to All University of Tokyo Citizens]
"Children of the Great Xia people, all compatriots of the University of Tokyo."
"I am Fang Huaiyuan."
"Now, with a heavy heart, I declare to you..."
We urge all private manufacturing enterprises in China to follow the government's instructions from today onwards, upgrade their production lines, and prioritize the supply of winter clothing...
Old Yang stared blankly at the message on his phone until the embers of the cigarette in his mouth were about to burn his lips, at which point his hand holding the phone began to tremble uncontrollably.
Ice Age... Warmth... The nation needs it...
Old Yang looked at the "Agreement on the Dissolution of Annuan Garment Factory" in his hand, then looked at the silent workshop behind him.
Finally, Lao Yang's gaze settled on the phone screen.
He paused for a moment, then picked up his phone and made a call:
"Old Liu, did you see the emergency broadcast that just aired nationwide?"
"Of course! It's on the radio, on my phone, and on TV. Even if I don't want to watch it, I can still see it..."
"Old Liu!"
Old Yang interrupted him, his voice revealing a stubbornness.
"After you've read this, don't you have any thoughts? ... Call back all the experienced workers, team leaders, and all the workers you can still contact. Let's have a meeting at the factory."
"Old Yang, are you crazy? Didn't you already decide to close down?!"
Old Liu's tone suddenly rose, sounding somewhat incredulous.
"Do you really want to drag us along to support the country's production of warm clothing? There are only two weeks left until the end of the world. Who doesn't want to stay home with their family!"
You're just a bankrupt small-time clothing factory owner who's lost everything!
You can't fight city hall. There are plenty of people in this country who are a thousand times more capable than you. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Don't waste your energy on this useless effort!
"Isn't your daughter about to be born? Spend these last ten days or so before the end of the world at home with your wife!"
Upon hearing this, Old Yang's eyes instantly reddened, and he shouted:
"Damn it, spending time with my wife... Of course I want to spend time with my wife! But you also said that my daughter is about to be born, how can I let her live in the Ice Age!"
"We must now support the nation..."
Only by uniting our strength before the end of the world, making the necessary warm clothes and shouldering the burdens, can we leave nothing for future generations!
Only then will the country have the resources to turn around and protect millions of children like my daughter in the future!
Old Liu, did you understand? Supporting the country means saving all our children!
Upon hearing this, Old Liu fell silent.
Old Yang lost control of his emotions and couldn't wait for Old Liu's response. He hung up the phone and started contacting the next person.
An hour later.
Twenty people came to the factory.
When Lao Yang saw that his longtime friend Lao Liu wasn't standing inside, a sense of loneliness immediately appeared in his eyes.
But time was of the essence, so he quickly pulled the remaining people to the workshop and said:
"Everyone must have seen the nation's doomsday broadcast. Our Annuan Clothing Factory can quickly produce warm clothes to support the country and its people without needing to modify our production lines!"
"I was originally planning to close the factory... I'm sure everyone expected that, but now I've made my decision!"
The factory won't be shut down!
Not only will we not shut down, we'll operate at full capacity to produce for the country! To produce warm clothing!
Upon hearing this, Sister Sun, who manages the finances, couldn't help but speak up:
"Boss Yang, what about wages?"
We...we understand you, but everyone needs to eat too...
Old Yang said heavily:
"Salary! Even if I, Lao Yang, sell my house and car, I will never owe you a single penny of your basic salary!"
And I'll pay everyone overtime pay out of my own pocket!
"I just ask that everyone stay and work with me to produce warm clothing, in response to the nation's call!"
The workers and experienced craftsmen fell silent. After a moment, a middle-aged man who was usually taciturn was the first to stand up.
He said in a low voice, "Boss Yang, I'll work for you!"
Anyway, the end of the world is only a dozen days away, and it's uncertain whether money will still be useful after that, so I don't want money!
All I know is that working hard now to support the country and contribute is better than dying after the apocalypse when I can't even contribute!
"Boss Yang, I don't want the money anymore!"
Two years ago, when my mother was hospitalized, you secretly slipped me two thousand yuan. I'll remember that kindness.
"I don't want the money anymore! I want to support the country with you, Boss Yang!"
"Yes! Boss Yang, count me in! Consider it a good deed for our descendants! I also want to support the country and respond to the call for production!"
"My skills are pretty good; they can fill several jobs. Count me in!"
"I still have an old sewing machine at home; I'll bring it over if you need it!"
The workers' voices rose and fell, initially faint, then growing into a continuous chorus.
"Thank you, thank you all..."
Old Yang's tears finally rolled down his cheeks. He bowed deeply to everyone, his shoulders trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Just then, the workshop door was suddenly opened.
It was Old Liu! He was panting heavily, with more than a dozen workers following behind him.
He looked at the stunned Old Yang and said loudly:
"Damn it, I've brought you everyone I could!"
"What are you waiting for? Let's get started!"
"If our tiny, run-down factory can't even produce a thousand garments a day, the government won't even bother buying them!"
"Yeah, let's get started!"
"Get to work!!"
The workers shouted and rushed to their respective posts in the workshop.
This scene wasn't limited to Annuan Garment Factory.
Instead, it is happening in hundreds of thousands of companies across the country.
Whether these companies are in the clothing, food, pharmaceutical, or steel industries...
Regardless of whether these companies are industry giants or small factories struggling to survive.
They were all assembling workers and throwing themselves into production with unprecedented enthusiasm.
This unprecedentedly massive industrial machine in human history is roaring at full speed.
Its power comes from the convergence of countless flesh and blood.
It is pairs of hands covered in calluses operating in front of machine tools, and spines bent yet straightened by the years running on the assembly line.
It comes from the people, just as rivers and seas originate from streams.
In the final two weeks before the Earth's doomsday update, this industrial behemoth standing in the East will create a miracle that no one can imagine.