A noisy rolling mill.
The bell ringing after work was accompanied by the factory loudspeaker reading: "Comrade Li Mao, Comrade Qin Huai'an, have made great contributions to our factory... as a reward." The broadcast ended.
My heart's pocket was stuffed with certificates, and my satchel was carrying a certificate of merit and bills.
In the envious eyes of the workers around him, he ran to the quadrangle with soft feet.
As an old saying goes, news travels faster than people.
Li Mao's people have not returned to the quadrangle yet.
The information has already been in place.
When Li Mao came back, Director Wang of the street ordered a little whip