Chapter 99: We must give Ha Gong Da an explanation!

Capital.

The northwest wind howled, though not as cold as Ha Cheng; then this cold wind swept up the yellow sand, filling the sky and earth—sky yellow, ground yellow, everything around yellow.

President Liu entered the superior authority's office building, patted himself, shaking off a bit of dust, took a deep breath, then felt… even his nostrils seemed full of yellow sand; this duststorm weather really is awful.

But… nothing could stop his determination to file a petty report!

Ha Gong Da has a long history; when it was first established, it belonged to the Ministry of Education, but in October 1952, when the central government adjusted the northeastern universities, Ha Gong Da came under the First Ministry of Machine Industry.

Even though Ha Gong Da is in Ha Cheng, it's not under Ha Cheng's administration; as long as the big shots get along superficially, it's fine—but now that we're trying to trip up Ha Gong Da, don't blame us for filing petty reports!

"Old Liu, what wind blew you here?"

"Yeah, Old Liu, your Ha Gong Da is currently the model for all universities."

"Ah, that's exactly why we've been targeted." President Liu sighed, then explained the whole story plainly—no need to embellish; just stating the facts lets the leaders know what's going on.

Smack!

Before he finished speaking, Leader Huang slammed the table: "Hmph, that surname Wang actually reached into Ha Gong Da! Rest assured, Old Liu, we will definitely give Ha Gong Da an explanation on this!"

"Report!"

"What's up?"

"We've received an anonymous accusation letter accusing Ha Gong Da student Qin Miao of corruption and bribery..."

Leader Huang's brows furrowed: "Hand it over!"

He glanced at it briefly, then handed it to President Liu: "What's going on?"

"This…" President Liu glanced at the photo attached to the back of the envelope and understood: "This is pure slander—the car was a gift from a foreign client to Qin Miao, and he donated it to Ha Gong Da the same day! Comrade Qin Miao is no pleasure-seeker!"

"Everyone knows Qin Miao's contributions to Ha Gong Da, so although the car was confiscated, it's still mainly for his use—this was decided after school research, with all mid-level leaders present at the time!"

Leader Huang nodded: "Looks like you've offended some people, and they're deliberately giving you trouble. Hmph, they're all about profit—if they don't get an advantage, they strike back; such people don't deserve to be cadres. I'll have my secretary take these suggestions to Ha Cheng to explain the situation to the provincial authorities—we won't accept anything less than a satisfactory explanation!"

Ha Cheng, a certain office.

Leader Wang sat in his chair, calm expression: "The accusation letter should have arrived by now, right? That Qin Miao…"

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang.

"Old Wang, not good—people from the Capital have come to the provincial authorities to report your issues; the provincial authorities will soon come to you for clarification, and they might…"

Clang!

The door opened.

"Comrade Wang Qianjin, we have some matters we need to clarify with you."

The people who came in—one from the provincial authorities, another he didn't know—his heart skipped a beat, yet he kept a smile: "Sure, come in, sit, sit!"

"On November 11 this year, did you personally lead a team to Ha Gong Da to place municipal cadres in the Red Flag Boiler Factory allocated to Ha Gong Da?"

Swish!

Sweat on his forehead shot out in spurts.

"Back then, we just wanted to help…"

"You only need to answer yes or no."

"What I thought at the time was…"

"Please answer the question directly."

"I want to see the Mayor."

"Comrade Wang Qianjin, we've come in person to inquire, considering your years of service; if you still don't answer truthfully, we'll have to change venues."

Wang Qianjin's face turned as white as paper; he knew that answering yes would be the end, but answering no… since he wasn't the only one who went, there's no way to quibble…

"Yes."

"Alright, second question: did you say you would demand one‑third of the factory's profits for the municipal government?"

Doomed, completely doomed!

"They offered it voluntarily!"

"They gave the whole amount, while you only wanted one‑third, right?"

Wang Qianjin felt his heart suddenly jump, he clutched his chest and slowly slid off the chair…

A tall and mighty off‑road vehicle drove up to the Red Flag Boiler Factory; at the gate, two guard soldiers raised their hands in salute and then let it pass.

In this era, a car is a symbol of one's identity and status! Qin Miao also felt that. As for the guards… they were naturally brought by the Mechanical Department; the Truck Cannon project team simply moved directly to this boiler factory, and the guards on duty came along as well.

The vehicle stopped at the workshop gate; Qin Miao got out and strode inside.

Inside, a scene of bustling activity.

The workshop, once empty, is now fully occupied; the floor is painted with markings, dividing it into different zones.

Although the heavy truck hasn't arrived yet, production of various accessories has already begun!

Machine tools roared to life, machining parts one by one; beside the old machines, occasional computer‑controlled CNC tools could be seen.

"Professor Yuan!"

Hearing Qin Miao's shout, Professor Yuan immediately looked up: "Eh, San Shui, you've finally come! Can you handle the factory management work?"

"No." Qin Miao answered bluntly.

After Director Lu got hold of the task, he handed it to the Truck Cannon project office; since the next thing to produce is the Truck Cannon, you lot go take charge of finance, personnel, and the factory's daily management.

Professor Yuan, now bearing the main burden, has become miserable—he has to oversee production as well as personnel, finances, etc., since nobody else will do it!

Professor Yuan is suffering now.

Qin Miao looked at a freshly produced part, then put on white gloves and felt it.

Hmm, not bad; the smoothness is okay, no metal shavings. Following the Soviet model, Oriental Industry takes a rough‑and‑ready approach, and with the factory's quality control essentially nonexistent, product quality ends up poor.

"Professor Qin, we know these are for export, so quality must be strictly guaranteed—rest assured." Ruan Wenming walked over, solemn expression: "If there's a quality problem, I'll accept execution!"

Qin Miao waved his hand—no need for that.

You're busy, I'll just wander around.

Qin Miao continued forward, and when he walked into an unattended area where materials were piled up, he heard a splish-splash sound.

Qin Miao's face immediately darkened, he went around the material pile, took a look inside, and sure enough, a young guy was there... urinating!