Chapter 2292

Liu Mingqi leaned against the back of the chair, with a cigarette in his mouth, and in the curling smoke, he smoked one puff after another, his eyes began to drift, his gaze unfocused, clearly he was also struggling in his heart.

In fact, he had thought about this question on the way back. As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. For small people like them who are insignificant, once they stand on the wrong side, the final outcome will inevitably be liquidation, there is no doubt about this.

He stood on Shi Guoqiang's side, once he lost, even if he was clean, Zhou Andong could not tolerate him, an enemy, wandering under his nose. Conversely, if he stood on Zhou Andong's side and lost, then Shi Guoqiang would definitely not let him, a traitor, go. By then, the consequences he would suffer might be even more miserable.

As for not choosing either side and maintaining neutrality, that is simply wishful thinking. Except for the few people at the card table, small people like them simply cannot control their own destiny. Therefore, they only have two choices, either go left or go right, wanting to stand there without moving is impossible.

Yang Zhiyuan lowered his voice and continued earnestly: "Old Liu, I am thirty-four this year, and you are already forty. This storm in our Woolen Mill, in the eyes of many people, may be a terrible crisis, but I think this is a rare opportunity!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zhiyuan took a fierce puff of the cigarette in his hand, then stared fixedly at Liu Mingqi: "This time, many people will inevitably be torn apart by the storm. As long as we can make the right choice, your deputy position will definitely be solved."

Liu Mingqi couldn't help but take a deep breath: "Old Yang, have you carefully considered that if we stand on the wrong side, the consequences will be unimaginable, and we will be doomed!"

A trace of helplessness and unwillingness appeared on Yang Zhiyuan's face. That sense of powerlessness of not being able to control his own destiny was like a heavy boulder pressing on his heart, making him feel incomparably heavy and suppressed. However, at this moment, except for biting the bullet and rushing forward, it seems there is no other way.

After all, this storm set off by the Woolen Mill is coming fiercely, let alone small people like them, even their Section Chief is probably difficult to control his own destiny.

"Do we have a choice?" Yang Zhiyuan sighed long and shook his head helplessly: "The roads in front of us are only two, left or right, there is no third road to walk."

Liu Mingqi's mood was very anxious, like an ant on a hot pot, and he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and began to pace back and forth in the office. After walking back and forth like this for a long time, he took a deep breath and opened his mouth slowly.

"Are you optimistic about Zhou Andong?"

Yang Zhiyuan nodded, took a deep puff of the cigarette in his hand, then pressed the cigarette butt that had burned to the end into the ashtray hard. Then, he raised his head to look at Liu Mingqi and said seriously.

"At today's inauguration meeting, with the means and superior wisdom shown by Zhou Andong, I don't think Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun will be his opponents."

Liu Mingqi walked to the desk, also pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray hard, frowned and asked: "Have you considered an important factor, Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun have the Yin family standing behind them!"

Yang Zhiyuan heard this, revealed a disdainful sneer, and responded mockingly: "Shi Guoqiang and Hu Dajun are the two arms of the Yin family, now that they have been cut off, how much control do you think the Yin family still has over the Woolen Mill?

Furthermore, the Woolen Mill is a city-owned enterprise, not the private property of the Yin family. As far as the current situation is concerned, Zhou Andong is shouldering a heavy responsibility, and his primary task is to promote the restructuring process of the Woolen Mill.

If the Yin family dares to continue to interfere, it is equivalent to openly provoking the municipal government. Think about it, will the municipal government do nothing and let the Yin family make trouble?"

Liu Mingqi frowned tightly, his heart was experiencing an extremely fierce war, and two little people were fighting to the death. The little person on the left waved his arms, shouting desperately to go left, this is the way out.

There was another little person on the right who was not to be outdone, shouting loudly to go right, the right side is the correct road. They did not give in to each other, and no one could convince the other.

"Old Yang, what you said is indeed very reasonable." Liu Mingqi sighed and said with a worried face: "But that is the Yin family after all, how can it be as easy and simple as you said..."

Yang Zhiyuan couldn't help laughing, picked up the tea jar and drank cold tea: "Dai Weimin sat on the cold bench for so many years, his choice to stand on Zhou Andong's side is a matter of course, let's not talk about him, but what about Tian Hongwei?

Tian Hongwei chose to stand on Zhou Andong's side, have you thought about the reason? You must know that Tian Hongwei is an old veteran in our factory, even older than Hu Dajun.

He has always been smooth in dealing with things, never easily offending anyone on weekdays, and he also controls the vital Sales Department. Even he chose Zhou Andong without hesitation, what else do you have to worry about?"

Liu Mingqi looked at Yang Zhiyuan blankly: "Have you decided?"

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger, Old Liu!" Yang Zhiyuan smiled slightly: "No matter whether we go left or right, we are actually gambling, so why not follow our own heart?

Moreover, Tian Hongwei has stood on Zhou Andong's side, what reason do I have to refuse? Also, I think, besides Dai Weimin and Tian Hongwei, there must be others who have stood on Zhou Andong's side."

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger!" Liu Mingqi muttered a sentence, then looked at Yang Zhiyuan: "Have you decided?"

Yang Zhiyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Before I came to find you, I hadn't decided. But I didn't expect that after saying so much to you, I didn't convince you, but I convinced myself."

Liu Mingqi didn't laugh: "When do you plan to see Factory Director Zhou?"

"Wait two days, the Factory Director has just handed over the work, and he will definitely be very busy." Yang Zhiyuan thought for a while: "Next week, almost."

The expression on Liu Mingqi's face finally became firm: "Next week, good, you go to see Factory Director Zhou, I will go to see Secretary Gu."

"Ah?" Yang Zhiyuan was stunned, then laughed: "I thought I couldn't convince you."

Since he made the decision, Liu Mingqi completely put down the burden in his heart, and there was a relaxed smile on his face: "Just like you said, small people like us have no choice at all. No matter whether we go left or right, we are actually gambling.

Since we can't see clearly and can't think clearly, that is to follow the tall one. Even if we go wrong, there is a tall one in front to top it, and the pressure on us short ones is also smaller."

At the same time, Zhou Andong sat on the large office chair, stepped on the thick carpet with bare feet, looked at the spacious and bright office, and said with emotion.

"Old Factory Director, my office at the Yugong Group is not as big as yours, and these office furniture, they are all rosewood, right? If you want to enjoy, it has to be you. I am borrowing your light."

Hu Dajun's eye corners jumped, he heard ill intent in Zhou Andong's words. But all he could do now was hand over the work, and he couldn't do anything else.

At this time, looking at his office, Hu Dajun's heart was like overturning a five-flavor bottle, various tastes intertwined, really mixed.

This office was renovated only two years ago. When it was renovated, he really poured a lot of his heart and soul into it. In order to be as perfect as possible, the designer was a well-known professor he found in the Industrial Design Department of Tsinghua University through connections. From the overall layout to every detail, everything was the result of careful conception and repeated deliberation.

And the office desks, chairs, and bookshelves were all made of high-quality rosewood, and they were imported goods that crossed the ocean. Not only that, even the green plants that looked inconspicuous in the corner were actually rare varieties, and the price was not cheap.

It is no exaggeration to say that this office can be called Hu Dajun's most proud masterpiece. During the entire renovation process, he did everything himself and supervised it personally, for fear of any slight omission.

His concern for the renovation of the office was beyond imagination. In contrast, those unsalable products piled up like mountains in the factory and the miserable, severely declining performance could not attract his slightest attention.

It is estimated that this guy didn't care at all whether the products in the factory could be sold. Even if the products couldn't be sold and the employees couldn't be paid, so what?

Anyway, his own salary was definitely taken without missing a cent, and would absolutely not be affected in the slightest. As for if one day the factory really closed down, he didn't care at all.

At worst, he would pat his butt and leave, and change to another factory to continue being his factory director. As for whether the employees were laid off or would starve to death, it had a chicken feather relationship with him.

However, the office was different. This was a place where he had to stay for a long time every day, how could he be sloppy? So it must be carefully renovated and must be perfect. Only by dressing up the office comfortably and beautifully could he work in a happy mood, thereby improving office efficiency.

In fact, he had also thought that he would leave the Woolen Mill. After all, who doesn't have some enterprising spirit? Moreover, Hu Dajun was just over fifty, his ambition had always been not small, and he had the Yin family behind him. Moving up further was still certain.

However, Hu Dajun never dreamed that his departure from the Woolen Mill was not a promotion. And this day came so fast, so suddenly, so caught him off guard.

More importantly, Zhou Andong, this dog thing, while enjoying all these results left by him with peace of mind, definitely wouldn't let go of using this super-standard office to cause him trouble.

Now thinking about it, Hu Dajun was full of regret. If he had known that things would develop like this, why spend so much energy to build this office?

It was cheap for others, and it would bring trouble to himself. It's just a pity that there is no regret medicine to eat in the world. No matter how much he regretted, he could no longer change the established facts.

Zhou Andong stood up and stepped on the thick carpet with bare feet. It must be said that the carpet craftsmanship of the Woolen Mill is really good, just this foot feel makes people reluctant to lift their feet.

The renovation of this office is really earthy in Zhou Andong's eyes, but it must be said that in this era, it is absolutely super luxurious and seriously exceeds the standard.

"Factory Director Zhou!" Hu Dajun didn't want to delay here anymore, and handed over simply: "I still have things to do, let's leave it at that."

In fact, the handover of work by leaders is not a simple handover of documents, there are many things to do during the period.

For example, the preparation stage, determine the handover time and place, arrange the handover meeting and invite relevant personnel to participate, assign handover tasks, clarify respective responsibilities, and collect and organize documents, materials, and information required for handover.

Then, the new leader also needs to meet and talk with the former leader, visit and understand the relevant work site and environment, understand the existing decisions and strategies, etc., there are many things to do.

But the actual situation is that few can do this. One is that former leaders rarely pour their hearts out to their successors, and the other is that successors rarely undertake the tasks and projects left by former leaders, and most of them will overturn them.

Moreover, Hu Dajun, he wished Zhou Andong would die, how could he communicate calmly. Therefore, he only handed over some important documents and said a few simple words.

"Oh my!" Zhou Andong had a reluctant expression, holding Hu Dajun's hand and not letting go: "Old Factory Director, why are you in such a hurry? I still have many things to ask you, stay a little longer, chat, I will host tonight, let's find a place to have a good drink."

Looking at the hypocritical Zhou Andong, Hu Dajun's heart was so disgusted, it was simply impossible to describe in words.

"Factory Director Zhou!" Hu Dajun spent a lot of effort to pull his hand out: "If you want to drink, there will be time in the future, I really have things to do."

"Really have things to do?" Zhou Andong looked disappointed, sighed and said: "Okay, it seems that I can only find time later."

The muscles on Hu Dajun's face twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but couldn't laugh, then turned and walked out.

Zhou Andong hurriedly sent him out: "Old Factory Director, when you have time, you must come back and see more. After all, I am young and lack work experience, and I still need you to check some things."

Hu Dajun's corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a double meaning: "The Woolen Mill has the sweat I shed. It can be said that I have poured half a lifetime of heart and blood into the Woolen Mill. I will definitely come back."

Zhou Andong blinked, then said with a surprised face: "Before, I was always worried that you were involuntary, afraid that you wouldn't be able to come back. Now that I have your words, I am relieved."

Hu Dajun's face turned green, what is involuntary? Is it interesting for you, Zhou Andong, to point at the mulberry and scold the locust?

Zhou Andong glanced at Hu Dajun, whose face was iron blue, and the smile on his face became more brilliant: "Old Factory Director, why did your face suddenly become so ugly, is there something uncomfortable in your body, do you want me to send you to the hospital?"

Hu Dajun accelerated his pace involuntarily and ran down the stairs. He only had one thought now, to stay away from Zhou Andong, this dog thing, as soon as possible, otherwise he might really be angered into the hospital.