Co-workers?
Is it not to replace them and do the work?
Cheng Ju and others looked at those dozen or so workers with "dead" expressions, their mouths going dry.
"Zhang, Director Zhang."
"Our bodies really are...."
"You see, couldn't we, maybe, find a few more zombies to take over? Or at least adjust our working hours?"
The broadly-built and corpulent Director Zhang was all smiles, nervously rubbing his hands as he spoke, as if terrified that an ill-chosen word might again incur the other's displeasure.
He was the one most capable of swallowing his pride among them.
Unfortunately, it was no use.
Zhang Ye had started shaking his head even before he'd finished speaking.
"That won't do."
"I hear you used to run a company?"
"A company, surely, has strict rules and regulations, right? It values fairness and justice, equal pay for equal work, doesn't it?"