扬州毛纺集团的职工清楚地记得96年的8月17日。那是个天色晦暗的中午,刚和客户谈完业务的黄家骏总经理拿着饭盒走到食堂,按着次序排队站在后面,熟悉的人们纷纷向他打招呼。“当时他脸色不好,我们以为是谈业务谈累了,所以也没在意,可没想到他突然吐出了一口鲜血,昏了过去。”织造车间的张小琴主任神色黯然地回忆道。黄总的病情使许多工人流下了热泪。一位工人长叹道:“他,是累坏的啊！” The employees of Yangzhou Wool Spinning Group clearly remembered August 17, 1996. It was a dark day. At noon, Huang Jiajun, the general manager who had just finished talking with the customer, went to the cafeteria with the lunch box and stood in line behind the order. Familiar people greeted him. “At that time, his face was not good. We thought it was a matter of talking about the business. I didn’t care. I didn’t think he suddenly spit out blood and fainted.” Director Zhang Xiaoqin of the weaving workshop recalled blankly. Huang’s condition caused many workers to shed tears. A worker sighed: “He is tired!”