"It's rare for someone of your age to be so optimistic."
"Me? Old?"
The old man laughed heartily.
"It's one thing for others to say this, but wouldn't it be strange for you to say it?"
"When you came to attend the internal meeting back then, I was not yet thirty, just a minor section chief, and couldn't even meet you."
Lin Miao remembered the time his predecessor went, it was 2007, the second year of entering reality. In terms of age, there wasn't much difference; the situation over there didn't relate to the well-being here, as they were engaged in a three-line war, with limitations everywhere.
Perhaps because he mentioned that era, the old man couldn't continue laughing.
"Ah..."
He let out a heavy sigh.
"Back then, the reform entered deep waters, promoting a market economy led to a massive loss of state-owned assets, resulting in large-scale worker layoffs and unemployment. The failure to break through led to a full-scale backlash of retro trends..."
