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In a simple and austere meeting room at the Red Star Rolling Mill Workers' Hospital, four people in white coats sat behind a row of yellow-painted wooden tables, taking turns asking questions.,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.,In this era, even among the Eight Major Officials, the position of driver ranks among the highest and is a golden profession that even a county magistrate wouldn't exchange for.。