CHAPTER 634: CHAPTER 591: ALREADY HAD A PLAN (PART 3)

He lifted his head, his gaze like needles dipped in ice, precisely piercing toward Li Guozhu.

"Ha! What to eat? Just drink the northwest wind! But—our Uncle Li’s family has good fortune!" His speech was rapid, laden with sarcasm and a hint of barely noticeable jealousy, as he forcefully tapped his phone screen, "Look! Do you see it clearly? This piece here! Marked with ’Phase one planning of the resettlement area’ in a tiny red block! It encloses Old Li’s old house completely!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with a sense of unbelievable absurdity: "Good heavens! Uncle Li! Your piece of old house is sitting solidly in a nest of gold! Demolition! Sky-high compensation! Money that can’t be spent in a lifetime! Congratulations, Uncle Li, you are going to the top overnight! Your daughter will never have to worry about the two of you again, it’s you who should worry about how to spend that money!"

These thunderous words instantly exploded in the deathly still room!

Everyone turned their heads to look at him in unison.

Li Guozhu’s face turned red; he originally wanted to keep a low profile, but now being exposed by a colleague, he instead felt a surge of embarrassment and guilt.

"Really?!" A colleague living in the same area subconsciously exclaimed, but immediately realized it was inappropriate, and quickly lowered his voice, his eyes bursting with immense astonishment and ecstasy.

However, this good news was nothing but salt in the wounds for the vast majority of non-demolished households among the employees!

"Old Li’s family is lucky! Their house got occupied, they can get money! That’s their ancestors’ virtue! But what about us?! Our families are not in the red frame! No houses to demolish! The company’s gone from this sea, and our rice bowls are smashed! Compensation? That’s for those who own houses! For us workers, what else is there but unemployment?! President Yan saved us once, but now... is she going to kick us away with one foot?!"

"Exactly!" someone immediately responded loudly with reddened eyes, "Worked hard for a month, and in the end, it’s for others to wear the wedding dress! They get money lying down, and we roll up our mats and leave! What’s the logic in this?!"

After the great hope comes a deeper, sharp sense of injustice.

This anger and despair spread like a plague among the non-demolished household employees.

They burned themselves for the company’s rebirth, now facing unemployment, while colleagues they see every day may suddenly become wealthy from demolition, this cruel contrast is almost suffocating.

"You can’t say that!" A middle-aged female worker, whose family was within the planning zone, tried to argue, her voice carrying a bit of guilt and panic, "Demolition is its own thing, the company... the company might have other plans?..." Her voice grew smaller under the almost fiery stares of everyone. She knew her family was about to face a turning point, but looking at the equally hard-working colleagues who might have nothing, the intense guilt nearly made her hang her head.

"Other plans?!" Wang Daman’s envy burned fiercely, "What other plans could there be?! The map shows clearly! This is the main plant area for the new energy project!! A national key project! It’s no longer the old fishery farm! Even if President Yan is mighty, can she make the country retract its decision? Or does she have almighty connections that she can stuff these hundreds of fish farmers into the national factory as workers?! Dream on!"

"Alright! Everyone shut up!" Lei Ran suddenly stood up, his voice carrying a hoarse, forcefully suppressed authority, like a cold bucket of water trying to douse the out-of-control flames.

His heart was also like a stormy sea. The speed and scale of the planning far exceeded expectations. He completely understood the repressed joy of the demolition households, and even more so the despair and anger of the non-demolition households at this moment.

"The situation was just announced! Specific details, compensation plans, personnel arrangements, and the company’s follow-up development, all are still unknowns! President Yan hasn’t spoken, what good does it do for you to argue here and accuse each other?!"

He glanced around, his gaze like a knife, sweeping over faces either suppressing joy or twisted with despair and confusion, taking a deep breath, trying to stabilize the situation: "We crawled from the brink of bankruptcy together! President Yan gave us a rebirth! The situation has changed now, but we need to remain calm! Wait for the company! Wait for President Yan’s announcements! I believe in President Yan..."

He paused, emphasizing his words, "She must have her considerations and plans! She will never sit back and ignore everyone!"

However, the word "believe" at this moment seemed so pale and empty.

The atmosphere in the conference room did not really ease with Lei Ran’s reprimand, the severely harsh future, like a bottomless chasm, instantly tore apart the hard-won warmth of the team built over the past month.