I feel right at home in the world of the courtyard house.

"Stop, stop, stop—Liu Haizhong! Do you think that just because you've been transferred to the street-level propaganda team and are no longer working in the factory area, you can slack off, be lazy, and neglect your revolutionary duties?"

In the conference room, Li Jing'an slammed his fist on the table and berated Liu Haizhong, who was performing a loyalty dance in the center of the room.

Other committee members were sitting around, some had already finished their performance, and others were waiting. At this moment, they all fell silent and lowered their heads, no one daring to look up.

Liu Haizhong, standing on the field, was covered in sweat, his limbs stiff. His age had dulled his muscles and bones, causing his movements to become chaotic and stiff. He frequently moved his hands and feet in unison, lacking any sense of solemnity or rhythm, and he was extremely embarrassed.

"No, Director Li, I studied very hard!"

"You call this being serious? Huh? The way you're dancing is an insult to this dance."

"Based solely on your attitude today, I could dismiss you from your post and strip you of your official rank! This isn't a loyalty dance; it's clearly tarnishing the noble image of our great leader! It's a serious misconduct in your political attitude!"

Li Jing'an frowned deeply, his words growing increasingly harsh.

Xu Damao, standing in the crowd, wanted to laugh but dared not, his lips twitching as he suppressed his laughter.

Liu Haizhong was also helpless. He was old and his arms and legs were not flexible. He had indeed tried his best, but who would believe him?

"I'm telling you, go back and practice all night. I'll be checking on you again tomorrow. If you don't improve, you can forget about being the team leader tomorrow. If you can't even handle such a serious political task, what kind of revolutionary work can you possibly do?"

"Yes, yes, Director Li, I'll practice even if it means not sleeping!"

"Alright, alright, alright." Li Jing'an waved his hand impatiently, then pointed into the crowd, "Xu Damao."

"Hey, Director Li." Xu Damao quickly stood up.

"You did a pretty good job jumping just now. You and Liu Haizhong are in the same department, so keep an eye on him after get off work. This task is assigned to you. If he still can't jump well by the end, I'll hold you responsible."

"Yes, yes, I understand! Director Li, I will definitely teach Captain Liu diligently when I get back and fulfill the revolutionary task you have given me."

"Hmph!" Li Jing'an slammed his hand on the table, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the room.

"There are others who haven't done well either. Let me tell you, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you. You all know that now, even the smallest thing is a huge deal, especially in this area. If you get into trouble later because of saying or doing the wrong thing, don't blame me, I can't help you. Everyone knows the situation."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Come on, everyone, let's do it together.

Li Jing'an then called on everyone to begin their morning report.

The members of the Revolutionary Committee immediately gathered in the middle of the meeting room. Li Jing'an stood at the front of the group, facing the portrait of the leader on the wall, and held the Little Red Book to his chest.

"Respectfully wishing our great leader well!"

Before the shout had even faded, he raised the Little Red Book high above his head, waved his arm vigorously, and led everyone behind him in chanting three times in unison: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Three shouts, three arm swings—the procedure was standardized and meticulous.

Feeling that the crowd's voices weren't loud enough, Li Jing'an once again raised his voice, and then shouted, "Respectfully wishing the Vice Commander-in-Chief well!"

The whole team followed suit, chanting, "Good health! Good health! Good health!"

After the entire morning tribute ceremony was completed, Li Jing'an led the singing of "The East Is Red," and then completed the whole process of requesting instructions, expressing his stance, and reporting his thoughts. Only then did the morning political study session end, and the formal work meeting begin.

Li Jing'an returned to the main seat and presided over the meeting.

"Our routine meeting today will still revolve around the political movement. Let me first commend Comrade Xu Damao."

"In last week's work, Comrade Xu Damao demonstrated a firm political stance and a keen sense of struggle. He proactively conducted in-depth investigations and uncovered several more capitalist roaders and counter-revolutionaries from the original factory leadership team. His achievements are outstanding and deserve commendation! All personnel must learn from Comrade Xu Damao!"

Upon hearing Li Jing'an's words, Xu Damao quickly stood up, his face full of humility: "This is what I should do."

Then he immediately assured him, "Please rest assured, Director Li! I will continue my efforts and dig deeper, and I will never let any class enemy hiding among the masses escape justice!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the other attendees.

This week, the meeting room had three empty seats compared to last week, all of which were personally identified, denounced, and criticized by Xu Damao.

Li Jing'an was the first to clap, and everyone else followed suit.

After the applause subsided, he waved for Xu Damao to sit down, then turned to stare at Liu Haizhong.

"Comrade Liu Haizhong, this week... your street propaganda team only raided four or five houses and arrested seven or eight people. Is this your work result? Is this your revolutionary attitude? Perfunctory, sloppy, and extremely negligent!"

"Director Li..." Liu Haizhong, hearing his name called again, quickly stood up and hurriedly explained, "I've only just taken office and am still investigating the situation in our street. Don't worry, after last week, we've already identified several people with unclear histories and blemishes, and we'll start taking action this week to thoroughly investigate and criticize them—"

"Stop with the pleasantries. I'm telling you, I want to see results—results!"

Li Jing'an banged on the table, his tone heavy with the word "achievements," as if he were hammering nails.

"I'll give you another week. If you don't produce satisfactory results this week, then I hope you'll voluntarily relinquish this position and make it available to a comrade who truly has revolutionary spirit, dares to fight, and is capable!"

His tone grew increasingly harsh.

Sweat began to bead on Liu Haizhong's face, and he stammered as he repeatedly expressed his opinion.

Li Jing'an gave him a disdainful look, told him to sit down, and muttered to himself: "You only managed to find that little bit of junk in a week. If I don't put some pressure on you, you won't work harder for me."

"Oh, and another thing, the loyalty dance in the workshop, once in the morning, noon, and evening, isn't enough. We need to add one more time in the morning and one in the afternoon. Three times simply can't express our respect for the leader."

"We also need to increase the time spent learning and memorizing quotations, and we must ensure that everyone can memorize them thoroughly."

"I've found that some workshop criticism sessions have become mere formalities, only targeting former leaders and cadres whose records have already been set, avoiding the real issues and just going through the motions!"

"This is absolutely unacceptable! The struggle must be implemented in a practical and down-to-earth manner! Each workshop must identify one exemplary individual from within its own work group or workshop and conduct regular public criticism, self-examination, and mutual analysis!"

"Furthermore, the typical cases cannot remain unchanged; they should be rotated weekly and updated monthly, repeatedly investigated in depth, and continuously used as a warning. Only in this way can we thoroughly break through complacency, etch class struggle into daily life, and truly make it deeply rooted in people's hearts!"