In the dim warehouse, a damp musty odor pervaded the air, and dust-covered goods piled in the corners, while several dim oil lamps swayed in mid-air, casting long shadows.
A group of ragged workers gathered together; most of them were employees of this factory, and at this moment, their faces were full of anger and despair.
They squeezed into the warehouse, which originally was a place for stacking goods, now turned into a temporary meeting spot. Among them, some still wore oil-stained work clothes, while others donned tattered jackets; everyone had a haggard appearance, with deep fatigue in their eyes.
A burly man stood atop a heap of goods boxes, waving his strong arms and shouting hoarsely, "We can't go on like this! Isn't this destroying our homes?"
His voice echoed in the warehouse like a thunderbolt, striking everyone's heart.
