Chapter 667: He Yuzhu Accepts a Mission in a Crisis

He Yuzhu lowered his head, his mind turning over several possibilities, and finally nodded heavily: "I will listen to you."

Secretary Liu looked at him, his gaze carrying a hint of expectation: "Your appointment may come down in the next day or two. Guard the Rolling Mill well; don't let it fall into chaos."

He Yuzhu gave a wry smile and scratched the back of his head: "Leader, I won't hide it from you, this task is truly difficult to handle. I can't hit anyone, I can't kill anyone; I'm really not good at this sort of thing."

Secretary Liu was amused by his appearance: "Alright, stop acting pitiful in front of me. I don't believe it—if you do it seriously, you'll do better than most people!"

He Yuzhu chuckled and rolled his eyes: "Then I'll have to use some tricks."

"As long as the goal is good, I will support you." Secretary Liu put away his smile and said sternly, "Although I am going to Liaoning Province, I will still return to the capital often. If you have any matters, find me."

He Yuzhu nodded and kept these words in his heart.

After finishing their meal, the two walked out side by side.

While passing through the lobby, they happened to run into Xu Damao, who was there with spit flying everywhere, bragging wildly.

Sitting opposite him was a girl with double ponytails, a very fair face, and large eyes; she was stuffing meat into her mouth while looking at Xu Damao with an envious gaze.

"Jingru, let me tell you, a job is only a matter of four or five hundred yuan; what is that little bit of money to me? You go home tonight and tell your father; I can marry you and bring you into my home very soon!"

Qin Jingru lowered her head, a blush spreading across her face: "Xu Damao, if you are lying to me, I won't let you off!"

"How could I?" Xu Damao patted his chest with a loud thud, "I, Xu Damao, have always been a good man who keeps his word."

As He Yuzhu passed by Qin Jingru, he said in a tone neither light nor heavy: "Young lady, bad people never admit they are bad people."

Xu Damao turned his head to see it was He Yuzhu, and his face turned green instantly. He cursed: "He Yuzhu, you dare to ruin my good deed, I won't let you off!"

He Yuzhu smiled faintly and added: "No son left, right? It seems that if you do too many wicked things, you really will end up without descendants."

"Damn you!" Xu Damao looked at He Yuzhu's retreating back, his teeth itching with hatred.

Qin Jingru blinked, looked at Xu Damao, then at the walking He Yuzhu, feeling inexplicably panicked.

At the same time, in the Ninety-five Courtyard.

Qin Huairu returned from work and saw at a glance two little ones sitting at her door—her son Guoqing and daughter Tianzhen, who were sitting in front of the door crying.

Qin Huairu's heart tightened; she hurried over, squatted down, and asked: "Guoqing, where is your aunt? Did she not go to pick you up?"

Guoqing sobbed: "I... I waited at the school gate for Auntie after school, I waited for a long time but she didn't come... Later, Grandma He brought us back..."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat, and she gritted her teeth: "Where did that dead girl run off to? She couldn't have gotten lost, could she? What should I do!"

Just then, someone entered the courtyard gate; He Yuzhu had returned from work.

Qin Huairu grabbed him like a straw for survival and hurried to meet him: "Zhuzi! My cousin is lost, can you help me find her?"

He Yuzhu was stunned: "What is your cousin's name? What does she look like?"

"Her name is Qin Jingru, she wears two ponytails, looks very fair, has big eyes, and likes to pout." Qin Huairu said while gesturing.

As soon as He Yuzhu heard this description, he knew who it was without having to think.

He chuckled and waved his hand at Qin Huairu: "Alright, stop looking. If I'm not mistaken, your troublesome cousin has likely been lured away by Xu Damao. To put it bluntly, they might be fooling around somewhere right now."

Qin Huairu's face turned red, and then she became anxious: "Zhuzi! My cousin is still a young girl, you can't talk about her like that!"

He Yuzhu said sternly: "I don't have time to make things up about her. When I was eating at Wangfujing at noon, I saw your cousin with Xu Damao with my own eyes, and the two were already talking about marriage. Xu Damao even boasted that he would spend four or five hundred yuan to buy her a job."

After hearing this, Qin Huairu stomped her feet in anger, her face turning pale: "This girl! She is so short-sighted! What kind of person is Xu Damao? He talks nonsense, and she actually believes him?"

He Yuzhu advised: "Don't get too anxious and worked up. If your cousin really has taken a fancy to Xu Damao, you won't be able to stop her."

Qin Huairu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that what he said made sense; finally, she sighed, opened the door, and took the two children into the house.

Two days later.

As soon as He Yuzhu arrived at work in the morning, he noticed something wrong at the factory gate—the main gate was tightly shut, and a dark mass of people was surrounding it outside; they were all half-grown children looking like students, who were smashing the gate hard while shouting slogans.

He frowned, walked a few steps closer, and listened carefully; the general meaning was that they were clamoring to go to the Tractor Factory to catch "Reactionary Academic Authorities."

He Yuzhu scanned the crowd and suddenly froze—the one shouting the loudest was actually Liu Guangfu.

That kid was standing at the very front of the crowd, waving his fists, his face red and neck thick, his voice almost hoarse from shouting.

He Yuzhu was puzzled: When his father was removed from his post a few days ago, this kid was as wilted as a frost-bitten eggplant; how is he jumping around again after only two days?

Little did he know, Liu Guangfu's current fuss was all due to a hint from Xu Damao.

That day, Xu Damao said to Liu Guangfu: "If you want to marry Yu Haitang, you have to get some official position. Otherwise, with your character, could Haitang possibly look at you?"

These words pierced Liu Guangfu's heart like a thorn. He pondered for two days, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt it was true—he must become an active participant in the movement and get ahead!

But having the intention wasn't enough; he needed capital. After thinking it over, there was only one person who could help: his father, Liu Haizhong.

Ever since Liu Haizhong was removed from his post by He Yuzhu, he hadn't been able to get over it; he would throw things around at home and never give anyone a good look. Liu Guangfu spoke up tremblingly; his father didn't say anything at first, smoked his pipe in silence for a long time, and finally bit down on the stem and said: "Fine, I'll show you a path."

After all, he was an old hand at the Tractor Factory; no one knew the ins and outs of the factory better than he did. Who returned from training in the Soviet Union, who had studied abroad, who was the recognized technical expert in the factory—he knew it all clearly.

After staying up all night, he made a list, densely packed with names, even noting which workshop they were in and what their background was.

Liu Guangfu got this list as if he had found a treasure; he tucked it into his clothes and ran out, going straight to find Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun took the list and glanced at it, his eyes lighting up instantly. He patted Liu Guangfu on the shoulder and said: "You did a beautiful job with this! But relying on us alone isn't enough; those workers at the Rolling Mill think we are too young and don't take us seriously. I need to find someone with real power."