Three days later, at Anling Iron and Steel Factory.
The clouds were sparse, and the brilliant sunshine fell upon this silent steel factory, which should be bustling at this time, but there was no roaring sound of machines operating, only the occasional honk of passing vehicles and the chirping of a few birds.
Anling Iron and Steel Factory had shut down.
A dozen or so workers gathered in the manager's office, all looking at the manager of the steel factory, Shen Jianhua.
Shen Jianhua, father of Shen Qianqian, was around fifty years old, not yet old, but at this moment, his short hair sprinkled with black and white, his waxy face already wrinkled, full of worries.
"Manager, the shutdown hasn't been just for a day or two, when are we going to resume work?"
Inside the office.
A worker, frowning deeply and leaning forward, asked anxiously.
Beside him, one after another key technician also had sober expressions, their gazes locked tightly on Shen Jianhua's face.