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Her heart skipped a beat, and her fingers clicked the link to the top authoritative news agency report faster than her brain could react.

Lines of bolded keywords struck her like hammer blows: "In order to implement the new national energy security strategy and promote green and low-carbon transformation, with the approval of xx, it has been decided to establish the Haidu New Energy Industry Pilot Zone... focusing on the development of..."

"The core area of ​​the pilot zone has been designated...covering the original Haidu Port bulk cargo handling area and the Donggang sea area tidal flats..."

Li Yuanyuan's breath caught in her throat, her gaze fixed on the clear and striking "Planning Schematic Diagram of the Core Functional Area of ​​Haidu New Energy Industry Pilot Zone" in the accompanying picture of the report.

The location marked with a striking dark red block perfectly covered... the mudflats where she had played since childhood and where her father had worked his entire life! That nearly 1,000 acres of sea area and coastline that Haixing Company had a 15-year usage right for!
On the computer screen, the design draft she was revising suddenly blurred, and a loud "boom" resounded in her mind.

She grabbed her phone abruptly, her trembling fingers almost unable to hold it steady, and frantically dialed her father, Li Guozhu's number.

The call connected almost instantly. My dad's familiar loud voice came through the receiver, mixed with the roar of the factory machines and the laughter of his coworkers: "Daughter? What's up? I'm busy here..."

Li Yuanyuan opened her mouth, but found her throat too dry to make a sound, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She took a deep breath, and with all her might, managed to squeeze out a few words through trembling teeth, her voice hoarse and distorted:

"Dad...stop what you're doing...quick...check the news on your phone...the farm...and our place...it...it's going to be expropriated by the government!"

On the other end of the phone, Li Guozhu's rough voice abruptly stopped.

……

in the afternoon.

In the newly painted conference room of Haixing Company, which still smelled faintly of lime, it was so quiet that you could hear the dust falling.

Lei Ran was blocked at the door by dozens of employees. To avoid chaos, he gathered everyone here.

The air seemed to solidify into a viscous gel, pressing heavily on everyone's chest.

Old Zhang's thin fingers unconsciously pushed up his glasses. Xiao Wang's face was ashen as he nervously touched his wedding ring, which he had worn for many years and whose edges were worn. Old Fang pursed his lips, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, as if he were swallowing a huge shock and some indescribable bitterness.

Everyone looked at each other, unsure of how to begin.

"Boom—!" With a muffled thud, a young employee accidentally dropped his phone on the table.

The news page on the screen—that striking red-framed planning map—was glaringly bright.

The deathly silence was broken.

An elderly technician with gray hair and a very poor family background finally couldn't help but speak first: "Manager Lei, this...this red frame...covers everything...the company...this sea area of ​​the company, and the farms on the shore...are all inside! Without this sea area, wouldn't the aquaculture farms...be gone?"

He dared not utter the word "bankruptcy," but everyone understood—their jobs, their livelihoods, were in jeopardy!
If it were a month ago, and people were watching the company decline and guessing that it might go bankrupt, they would have felt relatively better with some mental preparation.

It just so happens that in this month when things are getting better and better...

The benefits that everyone receives are real and tangible!

They also have a strong desire and longing for the future!
Who could accept it if the company were suddenly told that it was going to go out of business?
The young technician who dropped his phone suddenly looked up. Like Li Yuanyuan, he was a newly recruited employee who had just been hired and became a full-time employee. The benefits and treatment offered by General Manager Yan were quite good, no worse than those in Beijing or Shanghai. He had already made plans for the next five or six years to stay and develop his career here.

Who knew that happiness would be so short-lived, lasting only a month?!

Is there any possibility of changing this situation?

"The government has already issued a document, so what's the basis for making changes?"

"Without this sea, what's the point of raising fish?! If the fish farm can't operate, what... what will we eat in the future?!"

"After a month of hard work, the company had just started to recover, and now it looks like it's going to collapse again!"

Li Guozhu thought for a moment and said, "The government will compensate for the expropriation, right? They certainly won't treat President Yan unfairly. She's such a good person, she won't abandon our hundreds of employees. I believe that with President Yan, everyone will definitely have food to eat."

Wang Daman, an employee who had been staring intently at his phone screen, repeatedly zooming in on the details of the planning diagram, suddenly let out a short and sharp sneer.

He raised his head, his gaze like a needle chilled to ice, piercing precisely at Li Guozhu.

"Ha! What will we eat? We'll just have to live on air! But—our Uncle Li family is really lucky!" He spoke rapidly, his words dripping with sarcasm and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy, as he jabbed his phone screen hard with his finger. "Look! See that clearly? This area! The little red block marked 'Phase I of the Resettlement Area Plan'! It completely encloses Old Li's old house!"

His voice suddenly rose, filled with an unbelievable sense of absurdity: "Good heavens! Uncle Li! Your old house is truly nestled in a gold mine! Demolition! Sky-high compensation! More money than you could spend in several lifetimes! Congratulations, Uncle Li, you're about to rise to the top! From now on, your daughter won't have to worry about you two anymore; it'll be you worrying about how to spend the money!"

These words, like a thunderclap, instantly exploded in the deathly silent room!

Everyone turned to look at him.

Li Guozhu blushed. He had originally wanted to keep a low profile, but now that his colleagues had brought it up, he felt helpless and guilty.

"Really?!" A fellow worker who also lived in that area exclaimed instinctively, but immediately realized the situation was inappropriate, and quickly lowered his voice, his eyes bursting with immense astonishment and ecstasy.

However, for the vast majority of employees who were not relocated, this good news was like rubbing salt into their wounds!

"Old Li and his family are lucky! Their houses were taken, but they got money! That's thanks to their ancestors' good deeds! But what about us?! Our homes aren't in that red-framed area! Our houses aren't being demolished! Our company lost this seaside location, and we lost our jobs! Compensation? That's for those who own houses! What do we laborers have besides unemployment?! Boss Yan saved us once, but... is he going to kick us aside in the blink of an eye?!"

"That's right!" someone immediately echoed loudly, their eyes red. "We work hard for a month, only to end up doing all the work for someone else! They get paid while we're kicked out! What kind of logic is that?!"

Following the immense hope came a deeper sense of disillusionment, fueled by a profound feeling of injustice. This anger and despair spread like a plague among the non-relocated employees.

They dedicated themselves to the company's revival, but now face unemployment, while their close colleagues may become rich overnight due to land expropriation. This cruel contrast is almost suffocating.

“You can’t say that!” A middle-aged female worker whose home was in the planned development area tried to defend herself, her voice tinged with guilt and panic. “Demolition is one thing, but the company… the company might have other arrangements…” Her voice trailed off under the intense, almost fiery gazes of the crowd. She knew her family was about to face a turning point in their lives, but looking at her equally hardworking colleagues who might end up with nothing, a deep sense of guilt made her almost unable to lift her head.

"Other arrangements?!" Wang Daman's jealousy burned fiercely. "What other arrangements could there be?! It's clearly written on the map! This is the main plant area of ​​the new energy project!! A key national project! It's no longer the original fish farm! No matter how powerful President Yan is, can she get the country to reverse its decision? Or does she have connections everywhere and stuff all of us hundreds of people who only know how to raise fish into state-owned factories as workers?! Dream on!"

"Alright! Shut up, all of you!" Lei Ran suddenly stood up, his voice hoarse from forced restraint and carrying an unquestionable authority, like a bucket of cold water trying to extinguish an out-of-control flame.

His heart was also in turmoil. The speed and scale of the planning far exceeded expectations. He fully understood the overwhelming joy of the relocated residents, and he knew even more deeply the despair and anger of the non-relocated residents.

"The matter has just been announced! The specific details, compensation plan, personnel placement, and the company's future development are all still unknown! President Yan hasn't even spoken yet, what's the point of you all arguing and blaming each other here?!"

He glanced around, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the faces—some ecstatic and suppressed, others twisted with despair, still others utterly bewildered. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself: "We've all crawled out of the brink of bankruptcy together! President Yan gave us a new life! Things have changed now, but the more this is the case, the calmer we must be! Wait for the company! Wait for President Yan's instructions! I trust President Yan..."

He paused, then emphasized, "She must have her reasons and plans! She will definitely not stand idly by and watch everyone do nothing!"

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

The atmosphere in the meeting room did not truly ease after Lei Ran's reprimand. The harsh reality of the future, like a bottomless chasm, instantly tore apart the team camaraderie that had been painstakingly built up over the past month.

A repressive silence, tinged with suspicion and anxiety, filled the air, more suffocating than the previous deathly stillness.

Just then, Lei Ran's phone suddenly rang sharply, and the name flashing on the screen was "President Yan".

All eyes were instantly drawn to the small phone, as if by an invisible thread.

Even the air seemed to stand still, with only the abrupt ringing of the bell continuing to echo in the conference room, filled with complex emotions, like a sharp blade piercing the darkness, or a pebble thrown into an unknown abyss.

Is it an echo from the abyss, or a harbinger of redemption? No one knows.

Lei Ran answered the phone, his voice barely perceptible and hoarse: "President Yan."

"Manager Lei," Yan Yueqing's voice was clear, calm, and without the slightest fluctuation, like a shot of adrenaline, "You saw the news?"

"Yes! I just saw it, and everyone... is a little worried." Lei Ran looked around and saw that everyone's eyes were fixed on their phones, even those who had been ecstatic and suppressed were holding their breath.

"Don't panic." Yan Yueqing's tone was reassuring and confident. "Haixing Company will not disappear, and everyone will have their jobs. I will make new arrangements for everyone, and everyone will have a way out."

It was concise and to the point, offering no unnecessary comfort, yet it struck precisely at the point of greatest fear for everyone—work!
Lei Ran felt a huge weight lifted from his heart and quickly replied, "Yes, President Yan! I understand! I will definitely reassure everyone! Don't worry!"

After hanging up the phone, he straightened his back, looked at the various faces in the conference room, and said in a deep voice, "President Yan said that everyone has been arranged! No one will lose their job!"

"Everyone... has a way out?" Xiao Wang murmured, a faint light rekindling in his eyes.

"Mr. Yan said...everyone?" Old Zhang's tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

The heavy atmosphere in the conference room seemed to be slightly eased.

Although doubts and the sense of loss from the huge gap in benefits have not been completely eliminated, Yan Yueqing's resolute promise and the swift and decisive methods she has demonstrated over the past month have calmed most people down a little.

At least, the feeling of despair was temporarily contained.

"Alright, everyone, get back to your work! We'll wait for President Yan's detailed plan!" Lei Ran waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

The group left the meeting room with their own thoughts, but the hushed discussions continued.

"General Manager Yan said everyone has a plan... what could it be?" Xiao Wang asked Old Zhang worriedly.

Old Zhang sighed, "Let's wait and see. President Yan's actions are always unpredictable, but... he shouldn't be lying to us."

Li Guozhu rubbed his hands together, not participating in the discussion. The barely suppressed joy on his face contrasted subtly with his deliberately composed demeanor, which was noticed by Wang Daman standing to the side.

Wang Daman is a group leader at the breeding farm. His home is not in the planned area, and he is one of the "not so lucky" groups.

Hearing Yan Yueqing's promise, he felt as if a wet cotton ball was stuck in his heart—suffocatingly suffocating.

That promise was too vague, like scratching an itch through a boot; it couldn't quell the piercing disappointment he felt when he saw his own property's red border missing from the planning map.

That evening, Wang Daman, feeling troubled, drank heavily at a roadside food stall.

After a few bottles of beer, a surge of grievances and suspicions welled up inside me.

Fueled by alcohol, he poured out his grievances to Sun Tao, a friend who ran a "self-media" business in a neighboring city, over the phone.

"Little Sun, you have no idea! That woman... Yan Yueqing! She talks a good game! 'Everyone has a plan'? Bah!" Wang Daman hiccuped, his voice rising a few decibels, filled with resentment. "You didn't see the faces of those people whose homes were included in the demolition plan at the meeting today! That old bastard Li Guozhu, his mouth was practically smirking from ear to ear! Demolition! Sky-high compensation! Money from several lifetimes!"

"Oh? Is that really true?" On the other end of the phone, Sun Tao's voice was shrewd and inflammatory. "Old Wang, are you stupid?! Your company's land and the sea area are gold mines right now! The government is expropriating the land, and the compensation... tsk tsk, it's an astronomical figure! This money is for the company! For that Yan Yueqing!" (End of Chapter)