Morning.
The turbine factory neighborhood.
Song Qiran ate porridge while flipping through the newspaper in his hand.
"I heard that the deputy manager parachuted into your group recently has been causing you a lot of trouble!" Zhang Jingyi said.
Song Qiran looked up and said, "You heard about it too?"
"The whole factory neighborhood knows about it, how could I not!" Zhang Jingyi said worriedly.
"It's just a difference in opinion, all for the good of the company. Don't worry, most of the veterans still support me!" Song Qiran said calmly.
As long as the guillotine hasn't fallen, human power struggles never cease for a moment.
A major state-owned enterprise is like a small society, especially in the past two years, the group has expanded rapidly and has developed into a behemoth spanning various fields, with little damage even in the last war.
