Shencheng City, Zhongsha Science and Technology Park, Orange Phone Factory Headquarters.
Outside the packaging workshop, a production supervisor in his forties, beaming, raised his voice to the dense crowd of frontline operators. "I have some good news. AHEM, my throat's a bit dry."
"Brother Xiang, have a smoke to wet your whistle!" a young man darted out of the crowd. Cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other, he sidled up, eagerly trying to curry favor.
"I remember you. Zhu Ancheng, right?" Brother Xiang asked with a grin as he took the cigarette and lighter.
"You have a great memory, Brother Xiang!" Zhu Ancheng praised, quickly giving him a thumbs-up.
"Zhu Ancheng of Packaging Workshop B7 has openly violated the company's safety management regulations. You are fined five hundred yuan. A second offense will result in termination."
Brother Xiang announced loudly, holding up the cigarette.
The smile on Zhu Ancheng's face froze.
