Chapter 2269: Dai Weimin

"Done!"

Qiao Xiaojiao shouted, and at the same time waved her arm with great strength. The momentum was quite sufficient, and she had a posture of waving her arms, which gave Tian Hongwei a little pressure.

"However, you should try not to draw those unrealistic big cakes for me in the future. I ate a lot of this stuff when I was young, and I can't eat it now."

Tian Hongwei was embarrassed by Qiao Xiaojiao's blunt words, but soon returned to normal and didn't pick up Qiao Xiaojiao's words.

Then he silently raised his head again, looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then waved his hand weakly: "Okay, you go back first, remember to let Chu Junfeng come to me."

"Mission accomplished." Qiao Xiaojiao responded crisply, then nimbly stood up and turned to walk toward the door. Just as she was about to reach the door, she suddenly stopped, turned around quickly, and said to Tian Hongwei.

"Director, can I ask you a question?"

Before Qiao Xiaojiao could finish her sentence, Tian Hongwei didn't even think about it, almost reflexively blurted out: "No, you hurry up and do what you need to do.

In addition, regarding the establishment of the new department, keep it secret for the time being. You know it in your heart, don't tell others."

Qiao Xiaojiao seemed not to have heard Tian Hongwei's words, with a posture of not reaching the goal and swearing not to give up: "I'm just curious to ask, what on earth are you thinking, actually wanting to pull Chen Dahai into this new department? Don't you worry at all that he will anger you to death?"

Tian Hongwei sighed helplessly, muttering in his mouth: "Die early and be reborn early. If I can't die, I can only continue to be angered by you people!"

After saying this, he looked at the quartz clock hanging on the wall, and then raised his voice: "Okay, okay, it's almost time to get off work, hurry back and help me call Chu Junfeng over!"

Qiao Xiaojiao didn't get the answer, and she didn't care. She twisted her small waist and walked away with light little steps. Soon, Chu Junfeng came. He was the young man who called Chen Dahai Uncle Chen.

Qiao Xiaojiao didn't tell him what the director was looking for him for, just said to him, the director wants you to go to his office. So, on this road, Chu Junfeng's heart was uneasy.

He kept muttering in his heart, first calling Uncle Chen over, then calling Sister Jiao, and now it was his turn. And the most critical thing is that after Uncle Chen and Sister Jiao came out of the director's office, the expressions on their faces were unusually solemn. So, he always felt that the director calling him wouldn't be a good thing.

"Director!" Chu Junfeng gently pushed the door open, as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility in the house, and then walked in on tiptoe, his voice very light, as if a little louder would scare the director.

"You—looking for me?"

Tian Hongwei was sitting behind the desk, looking at Chu Junfeng's cautious appearance, he finally found the self-esteem and majesty he lost in Chen Dahai and Qiao Xiaojiao, and his heart was barely comforted.

"Well, sit down first and then talk."

Chu Junfeng came to the sofa and sat down cautiously. Throughout the process, his movements were very cautious, as if he was afraid of doing something wrong.

Tian Hongwei saw all this in his eyes, and he became more and more satisfied with Chu Junfeng's performance, and the smile on his face gradually became obvious.

"Don't be so nervous, calling you here is to tell you something and listen to your thoughts."

Chu Junfeng nodded hurriedly, his upper body straightened: "You say!"

"I think you should have heard that Zhou Andong is about to be transferred to our factory to serve as the factory director." Tian Hongwei cleared his throat, and then said unhurriedly: "This matter is true..."

Twenty minutes later, Chu Junfeng walked out of Tian Hongwei's office. Unlike the uneasy mood when he first stepped into this office, he now had an undisguised excitement on his face.

After all, he was young, just walked out of campus, and had not been working for long. The edges and corners on his body had not been smoothed by life, and the hot blood surging in his body had not been cooled by the cold reality, and the sword of justice in his heart was still held high.

Now, being able to enter such a department full of challenges and opportunities to practice the lofty ideals and ambitions in his heart, how could he not be ecstatic?

As for what consequences might be brought after entering this department, at this very moment, he had no time to care, and it was not in the scope of his thinking at all.

"Dingling..."

The bell for getting off work rang. Dai Weimin stood with his hands behind his back in front of the open window. Soon, the outside became noisy, and the crowd surged toward the gate in waves.

He was not yet fifty, already full of white hair, especially his thin figure, which looked very thin, feeling that he would be blown away if the wind were a little stronger.

I don't know when he started to like standing in front of the window and looking at the scenery outside in a daze, especially in summer, opening the window to look, his heart would become incomparably calm.

It's just that, once he returned home, that kind of humiliation, that kind of unwillingness would fill every corner of his heart. But he couldn't bring his emotions home and let his lover worry.

So, for so many years, he has always been a good husband, a good father, a good grandfather, and a good grandfather in the eyes of his family, always so kind.

From noisy to quiet outside, it took more than half an hour, and Dai Weimin also stood in front of the window for more than half an hour, which is a habit he has developed in the past few years. After all the employees left, he would leave.

"Almost there!" Dai Weimin muttered softly, turned and walked toward the office door.

Although he is a deputy factory director, he is not in charge of work, so he drinks tea and reads newspapers every day, goes to the cafeteria for lunch, and then wanders around the factory, and no one pays attention to him. Because apart from some people at the factory headquarters, no one knows him.

Dai Weimin walked out of the factory gate, came to the bicycle shed, found his bicycle, took out the key to open the lock, pushed the car out, ran two steps, and straddled the bicycle.

Just as he left the gate, he saw Tian Hongwei get off a Santana. He is a director and also controls the Sales Department, one of the three major departments of the Woolen Mill, so it is normal to have a car.

It's just that he, the director, has a car, but Dai Weimin, the deputy factory director, and also a deputy department level, can only ride a bicycle, which sounds very ironic.

"Factory Director Dai!" Tian Hongwei shouted.

Dai Weimin hurriedly pinched the brake, jumped off the bicycle, and said with a face full of surprise: "Director Tian, are you waiting for me?"

Dai Weimin hurriedly pinched the brake, his feet landed quickly, jumped off the bicycle, and asked very surprisingly: "Director Tian, are you specifically waiting for me here?"

Tian Hongwei nodded, then glanced toward the factory gate, and said slowly: "There is something to talk to you about. On Zhu Fanghou Street, there is a restaurant called Little Hui, I'll go there and wait for you first."

Without waiting for Dai Weimin to answer, Tian Hongwei turned around and got into the car nimbly. Tian Hongwei did not bring a driver, but drove the car himself.

Although Zhou Andong will take office in these few days, at this very moment, the Woolen Mill is still decided by Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun. If they noticed his betrayal and were jumping up and down to connect, preparing to stab them in the back, then undoubtedly it would trigger unexpected situations. And it can be asserted that this kind of accident will 100% fall on himself.

Therefore, he had to be cautious and act very carefully. Before coming out, he also called Wu Daijun into the office and drew one big cake after another.

Regardless of whether Wu Daijun recognized Zhou Andong, he must find a way to stabilize the other party to prevent accidents and avoid any unexpected changes in that guy.

And this big cake, for Wu Daijun, was simply a feast of taste. He ate it with relish, and every bite was full of satisfaction and happiness.

The whole person seemed to be immersed in the joy brought by the food, so that the feeling of gain and loss that had troubled him for a whole afternoon miraculously disappeared.

At that moment, the wonderful feeling of being valued by the leader surged into his heart again, and he clearly saw the chair symbolizing power and status, the section chief, waving enthusiastically at him.

He even began to fantasize about himself sitting on that chair, giving orders and pointing out the country. After coming out of the director's office, he raised the corners of his mouth, and couldn't press it down no matter what.

………………

Watching the Santana drive away, Dai Weimin's brows were tightly wrinkled. In the years since he lost power, even if Tian Hongwei walked face-to-face with him, he would at most nod politely, and there had never been any in-depth communication between the two.

However, today, Tian Hongwei actually stopped him halfway, which really made Dai Weimin feel surprised. This matter itself carried a weird atmosphere, which seemed extremely abnormal.

But Dai Weimin didn't struggle too much with the reason. After all, with his current situation, he really couldn't think of any value he had that could be used by others.

Since that's the case, it's better to go and see what medicine Tian Hongwei is selling in his gourd and what he wants to find himself for. Mainly, he is indeed very curious.

As for the matter of Zhou Andong about to serve as the factory director of the Woolen Mill, as a deputy factory director, Dai, although he had become a display without real power, his news was relatively well-informed, knowing that this matter was not a rumor, but a fact.

As for what Tian Hongwei was looking for him for, his subconscious mind ruled out anything related to Zhou Andong. Because he was implicated by the former leader, he was taken away from real power.

Now, being able to retain his position and still be able to muddle through in this Woolen Mill, waiting for retirement, for him, can already be considered quite lucky.

Therefore, no matter who comes to serve as the factory director of the Woolen Mill, out of the consideration of avoiding trouble and reducing incidents, it is impossible to enable him.

Tian Hongwei didn't park the car at the entrance of the restaurant, but parked in a hutong not far away, and walked over.

He chose this place because it is a bit far from the Woolen Mill, and factory employees rarely come here to eat.

This is undoubtedly the most ideal location for wanting to keep a low profile and avoid being seen meeting with Dai Weimin.

Tian Hongwei came to the front of the restaurant and reached out to push open the slightly old main door gently.

As the door shaft made a slight creaking sound, a hot air mixed with the fragrance of food rushed toward him.

The area of this restaurant is not small, looking like it could be two hundred square meters. In addition to scattered tables, there are several private rooms separated by wooden boards.

At this time, it is the time for meals, and there are many guests in the store. As soon as Tian Hongwei came in, the first thing was to scan the whole scene quickly, his gaze sweeping across every table like a searchlight.

He carefully observed everyone, especially paying attention to whether anyone was wearing the Woolen Mill's work uniform. After finding nothing, he took steps and walked inside.

Of course, there might still be Woolen Mill employees who were not wearing work uniforms but happened to come here to eat. However, these were already outside his consideration.

After all, things are unpredictable. If he were really recognized and the matter of his meeting with Dai Weimin were poked to Hu Dajun, he could only sigh that everything was God's will.

A fat woman wearing an apron walked over quickly and said very enthusiastically: "Boss, how many people?"

"Two!" Tian Hongwei answered, and then said: "There are private rooms, right?"

"Yes, yes, you follow me!" The fat woman nodded repeatedly and walked inside: "You just stay in the No. 3 private room."

The private room had no door, just a white cloth curtain hanging. Tian Hongwei

"My surname is Tian. My friend will be here in a moment. Please help me keep an eye out for him."

"Alright!" the fat woman agreed. "Would you like to order now, or wait until your friend arrives to order together?"

"I'll order now." Tian Hongwei picked up the menu from the edge of the table. It was actually just a simple piece of paper, and the names of the dishes on it were handwritten, but the calligraphy was very good.

"Braised oxtail, shredded tripe with chili sauce, deep-fried meatballs, and stewed beef tripe." Tian Hongwei ordered four dishes and then asked, "What kind of liquor do you have here?"

The fat woman asked, "Baijiu or beer?"

"Baijiu!" Tian Hongwei asked, "Do you have Jiangzhou Yugong here?"

"No!" The fat woman shook her head. "However, I can go outside and buy it for you; there's no extra charge."

Tian Hongwei nodded with satisfaction. "Fine, then please go outside and buy me a bottle of Jiangzhou Yugong. I will give you an extra ten yuan as a running-errand fee."

Upon hearing this, the fat woman's face immediately bloomed into a brilliant smile, and she responded briskly, "No problem!"

Tian Hongwei gently set the menu in his hand to the side and said to himself, "My friend should be arriving soon. You should hurry and tell the kitchen to start cooking; serve the dishes as soon as my friend arrives."

"Alright, I'll go arrange it now!" After speaking, the fat woman turned and left the private room.

After the fat woman left, Tian Hongwei took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag; the smoke instantly filled the air.

At this moment, he leaned back in his chair, eyes slightly closed, and his mind began to race as he pondered the situation of the group of people under his command. Which of them were truly trustworthy?

As he thought, a name suddenly surfaced in his mind: Yang Yumei. This woman and Wu Daijun were childhood sweethearts who had known each other since they were young.

But their relationship was not as good as one might imagine; their personalities were vastly different. Wu Daijun was calculating, liked to climb the social ladder, and was good at scheming. As for Yang Yumei, she was extremely forthright and could not tolerate even a grain of sand in her eyes.