Textile Factory, Grand Hall.
As Jiang Cheng took her seat, the previously noisy grand hall fell silent for a few seconds.
A few seconds later, fragmented whispers began to rise, giving people a sense of wanting to hear but not being able to completely understand.
Factory Director Fang stepped forward.
"Everyone, please quiet down."
Factory Director Fang personally managed the crowd, and everyone respectfully quieted down.
Seeing this, Factory Director Fang tapped the microphone, with a whooshing sound echoing.
"The position of deputy director at our textile factory has been vacant for a long time. The opinion from the top is that we can hold a speech election after all, as workers' strength is the driving force of production progress."
"Today, there are three comrades who have become the final candidates: Finance Director Mr. Zhou Zhennan."
Zhou Zhennan stood up, and the sound of applause rang out.
After nodding to those around, Zhou Zhennan sat down.
