The Logistics Department Reform Committee.
Yu Zhou had never heard of this name before. Did the Second Textile Factory have such a department when they were around?
Yu Zhou dared to guarantee that there was no such department. They had heard of the Logistics Department, but how could the Logistics Department also have a so-called Reform Committee?
Actually, it wasn't Yu Zhou's fault. It was because after they stopped working, Liu Dalong had almost completely seized power.
Even the factory director now had to look at Liu Dalong's expression.
Who could help it if he had connections above?
Moreover, Liu Dalong was the president of the so-called Reform Committee. This alone was enough for him to have the greatest power in the Second Factory, not to mention that he himself had some skills.
"You are Yu Zhou? Old Taro's son?"
Several men with briefcases, wearing Second Factory uniforms, swaggered into the Yu family's yard.
Their condescending demeanor made Yu Zhou uncomfortable.
But this was the factory where he grew up, and his father had dedicated his life to it.
Back then, when heavy industry shifted to light industry, many people were unwilling to work in textile factories. But his father resolutely came.
He learned from scratch and became an indispensable master craftsman in the factory.
Logically speaking, even if Yu Zhou took over his father's position, the name Yu Hongchang would still be respected throughout the factory.
This was the representative of the old workers. Taking over his position was a contribution to his son, but their own contributions were no less than those of the factory leaders.
"Old Taro? Is that what you call him? Has the Second Factory's atmosphere become so frivolous now?"
Yu Zhou was not a kind person. The nickname "Old Taro" could be used by people of his father's generation and older factory leaders.
But these young employees who didn't know their place were not allowed to use it.
Besides, this nickname was not a compliment. You, upon meeting someone, address their son by their father's nickname. Who wouldn't be uncomfortable?
"Hmm? Yu Zhou, you are no longer one of our factory's people, and you've even been expelled from the workforce."
"What right do you have to blame me?"
The young man wearing glasses was very dismissive. In the current Second Factory, anyone who had boarded Liu Dalong's ship was considered superior.
They were here today to carry out Liu Dalong's orders.
Before they even spoke, Yu Zhou had already attacked. Who wouldn't be upset?
Without hesitation, he took a step forward, and the man with glasses was extremely arrogant.
He glanced at the yard, seemingly satisfied, and then said, "Yu Zhou, you have been expelled now."
"Similarly, your wife has also been expelled. It's a bit inappropriate to still be living in factory housing, isn't it?"
"We are here today to reclaim the house. The factory assigned houses to old workers like Old Taro back then. You were never qualified to be assigned a house."
"You are required to move out of this yard within three days. We will consider these three days as your adjustment period. Do you understand?"
It was obvious that Liu Dalong was trying to cause trouble.
Suddenly, even Yu Zhou, who was initially angry, was stunned.
What were they doing? Reclaiming the house?
Liu Dalong was really courting death. He had never thought in the past that he would be capable of such a foolish move.
It seemed that being suppressed in his previous life and even preparing for his downfall was not unjust at all.
Yu Zhou had never seen a deputy factory director so stupid.
"What? You want to take back the house?"
"This is my home, by what right can you take it?"
For a moment, even Jiang Jie, who was still cooking, was shocked.
Carrying a spatula, she rushed into the yard, her entire body filled with rage.
In any state-owned factory in Jiangbei, reform factories, which were pioneers, had already carried out layoff and resettlement programs, and even completed layoff work.
But they had never heard of a factory reclaiming houses previously assigned to employees.
Not a single one.
Because everyone knew that this was a hornet's nest and completely illegal.
Once someone stirred up this hornet's nest, it would become a huge issue.
Oh, you're already implementing layoffs and diversions, or encouraging entrepreneurship, and you've even taken away the "iron rice bowl," and now you want to reclaim the place where they live?
Isn't this bullying too much?
Indeed, before Yu Zhou could retort, the surrounding neighbors, hearing the commotion, also began to gather softly in the yard.
They were all concerned whether, if they were laid off, they would have to return their homes to the so-called factory.
If that were the case, the entire Qiaodong area of Jiangbei wouldn't be able to accommodate them all within three days.
You must know that this was the beginning of '29. Real estate had not yet flourished, and the first commercial housing had not even appeared.
Your factory wants to reclaim houses because of layoffs? Isn't this ridiculous?
"Can it be true? Liu Dalong really has the nerve to do it. If they do this to everyone, won't most of us end up sleeping on the streets?"
"Wuwuwu, this is our only home. What will we do if it's taken back?"
Yu Zhou listened to the discussions of the surrounding neighbors and immediately understood. This matter, he wouldn't even need to act; they wouldn't be able to accomplish it.
What a joke. Even according to later housing allocation regulations, if you had lived in public housing for more than thirty years, you could still apply for a residence permit, and the house would belong to you.
Now, because of layoffs, people were already panicking.
And now, they wanted to reclaim houses. Even if Yu Zhou was a failure, there was no need to be so ruthless, right?
They felt a sense of empathy.
So, many neighbors began to speak up for Yu Zhou.
"Are you trying to force the Yu family to their death? Reclaim the house? Who gave you the right?"
"Yes, the house was indeed assigned by the factory, but it was assigned to Old Yu. Old Yu retired normally."
"Even if you use the excuse of being dismissed from public office, this house doesn't belong to the factory. Who let you in?"
A trembling old man, leaning on his cane, spoke with heartfelt grief.
He never imagined that after dedicating his life to the factory, in the end, he would even need charity for a place to live.
These factory leaders were too inhuman!
Yu Zhou coldly watched the two people who had been arrogant moments ago and were now being attacked by everyone, without any intention of stopping them.
This was the desired effect. No matter how capable or arrogant Liu Dalong was, could he really have his way in a state-owned factory like the Second Textile Factory?