At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,For example, in front of the counters selling silk for cheongsams and leather shoes in Beijing's department stores, there were always customers.,Even in this era of national striving and hard work, he still wanted to lay low.。