"A year ago we were still discussing what the chairman of the Workers' Party Representative Committee should do, but look at you now!"
He had a slight smile on his face, which made Walter even more annoyed. "You're just here to mock me?"
Vice President Robert was still smiling, but after a while, the smile gradually faded.
"I don't have that much time on my hands. I'm just here to see you."
"Do you remember the big strike?"
Mr. Walter nodded, his face full of fond remembrance.
They both personally participated in that great strike. At that time, they were still young, just entering society.
Even now, the thought of it fills one with power!
They linked arms, standing on the street against the police, against the water guns of the fire brigade, loudly shouting the slogan "Long live the working class," pressing those capitalists and corrupt officials step by step.
In the end, they achieved an unprecedented victory!
At the same time, the working class also rose up.
