After meeting up with Wang Jingzhang and walking together into the workshop, he only had time to look back and glance at the figure running away in the sunset.

"What? Are you having trouble with Xiao Huang?"

Wang Jingzhang asked as if he was concerned, and then said comfortingly: "Take your time with emotional matters. Now you have to do a good job in your career. You are the future of the steel rolling mill."

"yes"

Fang Lining agreed, with a smile on his lips, and said fawningly: "She doesn't support me very much. She only wants stability. She is not enthusiastic enough about change, and her understanding is not thorough enough."

"But don't worry"

As if he was afraid that Huang Shiwen would affect Wang Jingzhang's view of himself, Fang Lining quickly promised: "I will definitely communicate with her more and help her change her mind as soon as possible and keep up with the times."

"Well, your career is as important as your relationship."

Wang Jingzhang smiled and patted Fang Lining on the shoulder, looking very optimistic about him. At the same time, he said with concern: "If we can recruit Xiao Huang to join our Red Flag Club, you will be a good comrade and a good partner!"

"I try to get her opinion"

Fang Lining agreed enthusiastically, then looked at the people standing in the office, and then asked: "What are you going to ask me to do?"

"event!"

Wang Jingzhang took Fang Lining into the small conference room of the workshop, and seemed to be answering Fang Lining's words, as if everyone in the same room was talking.

"You are all talented people who can do great things. I will lead you to do great things."

As he spoke, he patted Fang Lining on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down with everyone, while he stood in the main seat and began to speak.

"You are all the pioneers of the times, the masters of change, the future of the steel rolling mill, and the benchmark for the red flag."

"Let's see!"

Wang Jingzhang pointed to Yang Fengshan who was being cleaned up outside the glass window and said to everyone: "The steel rolling mill has no hope and no future in the hands of such people. How can you allow such a person to live without food?!"

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

…

Fang Lining was a little uncomfortable with the rhythm in the conference room, but he could only shout along. When it was his turn to speak, he followed everyone's wishes and criticized Yang Fengshan as a bad person.

In the conference room, he had already discovered that his classmate Fu Linfang was there, but Fu Linfang's face was a little serious, or stiff.

Especially when she spoke, she didn't say much and made Wang Jingzhang unhappy.

As soon as Wang Jingzhang, who was standing in the main seat, finished explaining his work, Fang Lining also knew what he, the person in charge of publicity, should do.

He has two assistants, one is Fu Linfang, and the other is a worker in the workshop whom he does not recognize.

He is said to be the person in charge of publicity, but what he has to do now is to sort out the black materials about Yang Fengshan collected by his subordinates, write a broadsheet to be posted every day, and arrange the colorful flags and banners to be used every day during the day.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This is a bit like doing chores, but to be honest, it is also propaganda. He is also responsible for compiling slogans and leading people to shout slogans and attack targets.

The workshop is the office, and this is the base of Hongqi Society. Now the daily repertoire is to get the factory director Yang Fengshan to criticize him and ask him to confess his crimes.

What he saw was that Yang Fengshan did not explain anything, but remained silent in the face of everyone's slander, without saying a word.

Standing by the window of the conference room, Fang Lining watched as Wang Jingzhang frantically tied an iron knot with an iron wire and hung it around Yang Fengshan's neck, forcing Yang Fengshan to bow his head and bend over.

"It's crazy, isn't it?"

Fang Lining did not look back. He knew who was speaking. The meeting ended, and he and Fu Linfang were the only ones left in the small conference room that served as the office of the propaganda department.

His body was stiff, and he was only trembling compared to the excitement he felt when he got off work in the evening.

What are you doing? Didn’t you say you want to change? You want the factory to support the Hongqi Society’s reform ideas. Why is there punishment and torture?

Fu Linfang walked to Fang Lining and stood with her arms folded, then looked outside with him.

She had become accustomed to this kind of scene in the past two days, but seeing Director Yang's suffering when he was being pulled up by his hair, she couldn't help but feel heart palpitations.

If, if she had not agreed to Wang Jingzhang, would she and her parents be like Yang Fengshan now?

Seeing those related people who were being held in the audience and angrily scolding Yang Fengshan. These were the people who entered the factory under Yang Fengshan's care, but now they were the ones scolding him the most. She felt that the world had changed.

Confusing black and white, day and night are unclear.

Fang Lining turned his mechanical neck, looked at Fu Linfang and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Me? Haha~"

Fu Linfang sneered, folded his arms and said with dull eyes, "Where should I be?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Fang Lining and said, "Should I work at home or in a guest house? Live a peaceful life?"

Fang Lining didn't know what Fu Linfang had gone through, but it didn't look like he had joined on his own initiative.

"Did...did I take your place?"

"Publicity manager?"

Fu Linfang looked at Fang Lining funny and observed him for several seconds before asking again: "Do you think this job is particularly good and important?"

After saying that, regardless of Fang Lining's frozen expression, she turned around and walked to her desk. She still had a lot of big newspapers to write tonight.

Fang Lining glanced at the noise outside the window again, walked back to his desk, looked at Fu Linfang who had spread out the white paper and was about to write, and asked: "Does this happen every night?"

"What kind?"

Fu Linfang was like a walking zombie. The pen in his hand was writing witchy words, but he continued to ask: "Are you approving the factory director, writing a big newspaper, or staying up late to prepare materials?"

Fang Lining didn't know what he was going to ask, so he spread out the white paper, glanced at the newspaper written by Fu Linfang, and started writing.

Fu Linfang had a lot of questions tonight, and the one she asked was Fang Lining, which also reminded her that she was not a dead person.

Both of them were silent, and the pen in their hands did not stop. The third person from the publicity team brought in the materials from the "interrogation" outside and asked them to write a big newspaper so that they could post it on the wall tomorrow.

.

This man can't write a big newspaper. He is just a handyman. After delivering the materials, he went out to hide for a while.

In fact, they don't stay up very late in the workshop every night. The program criticizing Yang Fengshan will only go on until about ten o'clock at night. After all, they have been tired for the whole day.

They released Yang Fengshan and those relatives and asked them to write self-report materials. They also released Yang Fengshan, who was stubborn and stubborn.

The Red Flag Society has plenty of time to fight with Yang Fengshan. They want to use Yang Fengshan as a flag and play with it, just like a cat and a mouse.

During this period, Wang Jingzhang came to see the newspaper and saw that the writing skills of the major newspapers were good. The writing skills of the two people naturally surpassed those of the workers. He left very satisfied.

Tonight, the canteen has prepared a small stove for him. He can drink wine and eat vegetables at the same time, then go to the office to take a nap, and wait until dawn before going to make trouble again.

The people in the workshop gradually dispersed, each going back to his or her own home, each looking for his or her mother. Only the lights in the small conference room were still on.

Fang Lining wrote countless broadsheets and felt his wrist hurt. He glanced at Fu Linfang, who was still writing, pinched his wrist and said, "Let's take a rest."

Looking out the window again, there was no one in the workshop.

"Is it almost twelve o'clock?"

Fang Lining walked outside and saw the clock on the wall. It was still a quarter of an hour before dawn.

He hadn't stayed up so late yet. He yawned and stretched his back, but he felt pain everywhere in his body.

Looking back at Fu Linfang in the conference room, he was already sitting on a chair with his eyes closed to relax.

"You... haven't said why you're here yet."

Fang Lining walked over to Fu Linfang and sat down. The two had known each other since college. Although they were not familiar with each other, they could still talk to each other.

Fu Linfang opened her eyes, looked at him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"I……"

Fang Lining hesitated and didn't know what to say. In front of Fu Linfang, should he say it was better to be taller or to tell his true thoughts in his heart.

Fu Linfang squinted at Fang Lining and asked, "Huang Shiwen doesn't want you to come, does she?"

Fang Lining glanced at Fu Linfang, nodded and said, "I will persuade her well."

Fu Linfang raised his eyebrows and continued to ask: "Do you like this kind of...work?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to point to the broadsheet on the table and looked at Fang Lining speechlessly.

Fang Lining knew what consciousness Fu Linfang was talking about, and after a long silence he said: "He promised to let me become the person in charge of publicity in the factory."

"hehe"

Fu Linfang said amusingly: "He has promised this to everyone, but I don't know how many publicity managers there will be in the factory in the future."

After saying that, I sneered for a while, then tears came down my face while laughing.

Seeing her crying, Fang Lining frowned slightly and asked, "Did he lie to you?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After finishing speaking, I thought of the rumored relationship between Fu Linfang and Wang Jingzhang, and asked hesitantly: "He... won't lie to you, right?"

Fu Linfang suddenly turned around and stared at Fang Lining, his eyes sharp and terrifying, but then he lowered his eyelids and stopped talking.

She understood the meaning of Fang Lining's words very clearly. Even if Wang Jingzhang had lied to everyone, he would not lie to her.

But what a ridiculous sentence this is. Did Wang Jingzhang lie to her?

Wang Jingzhang did not, but presented an even worse threat.

Seeing Fu Linfang crying silently, Fang Lining took out his handkerchief and handed it over, saying, "We are classmates... right?"
To be continued...