Chapter 1016: This kid is not serious

Yan Jiefang was a bit surprised; his sister-in-law actually wanted him to follow her home.

No, not that home, but his sister-in-law's home.

"I..."

This was the opportunity he dreamed of, but when it was really in front of his eyes, he hesitated again.

Comrade Ge Shuqin held the child, looked at Yan Jiefang, waiting for his answer.

She wasn't willing to yield to Yan Jiefang, and even less willing to let the child be wronged.

However, where are there so many excuses for her to choose from.

Just now the whole family had a cry, each expressing their demands and dissatisfaction, only she didn't have the qualifications to say anything.

Not only didn't have the qualifications to say, even the choice was made by her father-in-law for her.

Really let Yan Jiefang sleep on the street?

How could this gatehouse accommodate him for a long time; don't know how many pairs of eyes were watching the Yan family's liveliness.

She hid in the inner room holding the child, but couldn't escape fate's arrangement after all.

The eyes of her mother-in-law and father-in-law looking at her already had a decision and certainty; what else could she say.

Breaking teeth and swallowing into the stomach, Yan Jiefang must be taken home.

"Are you going or not? If not, I'm going back myself."

Comrade Ge Shuqin's eyebrows stood up slightly, her words were a bit sharp and questioned: "You, a big man, are you not as good as me?"

"Sister-in, sister-in-law..."

Yan Jiefang's lips trembled, didn't dare to look into her eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry to you, it's me..."

"Saying these for what."

Comrade Ge Shuqin looked at him, changed the child to the other hand, her mouth trembled, but still tried to maintain restraint.

"Today, this New Year has to pass anyway; starting tomorrow, it's considered a new year, a new day."

"You know clearly what you want to do; I don't want to talk logic with you, and you aren't a three-year-old child."

"I... am willing to pass."

Yan Jiefang was now stepping on the sky and stepping on the ground, always feeling unstable.

He was afraid that if he said it now, and woke up tomorrow morning, he would be lying on this kang again, and it would be a dream.

Comrade Ge Shuqin, however, sniffed, said with a cold face: "That's good, I'll say a few requirements, you have to do it."

Without waiting for Yan Jiefang to answer, she opened her mouth: "You drank too much today, I won't manage you, but starting tomorrow, you aren't allowed to drink and play crazy anymore."

"Wake up tomorrow morning and go home to admit your mistake; call dad when you should call dad, call mom when you should call mom; I don't want to talk logic with you, you aren't a three-year-old child."

"After marriage, we'll live alone; how much is how much, you tell dad and mom, I won't manage."

"Also!"

She said while crying; her throat was dry and uncomfortable at this moment, but she still endured and said: "Xueqin, you must raise her as your own daughter."

"Sister-in-law!"

Yan Jiefang listened to his sister-in-law's words with a crying voice, couldn't endure it anymore, and knelt on the ground.

Comrade Ge Shuqin cried, and he also cried; both were bitter people, each had a stuffiness in their hearts that couldn't be said.

This was forced together, only saying it was justified, but didn't know how it would be in the future.

Comrade Ge Shuqin held the child and didn't help him, only told him to stand up, and stuffed the child in her arms into his hands.

She herself rolled up Yan Jiefang's luggage, carried his clothes bag, and walked out first.

Yan Jiefang followed behind, tears falling down, only looking at the child in his arms, the sourness in his heart turned into tears, wiping couldn't wipe dry, wiping couldn't wipe clean.

What kind of mood was it when coming out of the house, neighbors in the courtyard watching the liveliness, boys together telling jokes, he only felt lonely and sad.

But when his sister-in-law carried his luggage back, she used her own dignity to retrieve his face that wasn't worth a cent.

A man has gold under his knees, a man lives on a skin.

At this moment, he didn't feel cold outside, because his heart was warm.

Don't know when the child in his arms woke up, looking at him with big eyes, as if he knew him.

Just as he lowered his head to look at the child, the two had smiles.

The sky was pitch black, but the falling snow was white, black and white distinct from the ground, as if separating the gray sky and earth in the middle, giving the world joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and human warmth.

The second day of the New Year, Li Xuewu had already entered the working state.

Because Li Huai De was on duty on New Year's Eve, he was on holiday these two days, and it was other leaders' turn to change shifts.

Conventionally, although not allowed to spend the New Year, factory leaders always have interpersonal dealings.

Lower-level cadres can not receive, but old leaders and old relationships have to move around, visit and see.

Li Xuewu was young, old leaders were still in their prime, so he was the most relaxed, but the task of being on duty was also the most.

From the first day, he took production, fire, safety and other departments to visit units and workshops one after another, focusing on restoring production work.

Regarding the helplessness and complaints in the workers' hearts, Li Xuewu didn't mention it actively, but the conversation with them during the inspection was harmonious and harmonious.

Especially regarding safety production work, during the visit to the front line, he was really strict with the work, really grasping and asking.

If there were workshop directors who weren't familiar with the business, he directly named the name of the safety person in charge of the production management group, asking him to help and improve.

It was called help, but it was almost pointing at the nose and scolding.

Li Xuewu was harmonious to workers, but to cadres, especially cadres in charge of safety production, he was the most impolite.

Tightening the spell from time to time, ear-to-ear instructions, even if it reduces one casualty accident, even if it reduces one disability accident, it is progress, it is worth it.

People have inertia, relaxing themselves, persuading themselves to give up, just need to learn at any time, remind every day.

When the organizational structure was complete before, there was organizational learning every week, and work reminders every day.

Now the management committee is a bit loose relative to before, or the division of duties is chaotic, causing regulatory loopholes.

But the attitude towards learning and drills, whether before or now, has never been discounted by the organization.

Li Xuewu doesn't allow discounts here, who dares to discount when executing below, he will discount whose hat.

Anything can be discussed, anything can be negotiated, but only the personal safety of employees cannot be discussed, cannot be negotiated.

Since Li Xuewu supervised safety work, production accidents have significantly decreased, which is what all factory employees feel most deeply.

His strict requirements for safety work have reached the point of paranoia, the safety inspection room and fire office have to come down several times a month, and if it's serious, they will really put a seal on you.

Even if they don't stop your machine, they will give you a full factory notification, and then the benefits and bonuses at the end of the year will all be gone.

It is precisely because of this ruthlessness that workers are both hateful and loving when they see him coming down to check safety production.

Hating is that when he comes, below has to be strict, criticizing every mistake, the whole body is like being tied with a rope, not relaxed.

Loving is that when they relax a little, they hear that a workshop has a production accident, fingers missing are small, heads missing are scary.

Only at this time will everyone remember the seriousness and seriousness of the inspection, knowing fear later.

Li Xuewu doesn't want to offend people, and even less wants to offend cadres.

But sometimes, some work needs you to treat it seriously, not hesitating to get angry and scold.

Workers in high-temperature workshops sweat a lot and are afraid of heat, working with bare arms and bare bodies, and the whole body is oily sweat even in winter.

But when Li Xuewu sees it, he must scold the workshop director; workers hear it and feel he scolds ugly.

Of course, he is a leader, scolding people won't bring dirty words, and even less will really scold mother.

But when he scolds people without dirty words, it is uglier, more stabbing in the heart, and poking the lung tube.

Workshop directors are mostly deputy section level, and many are even regular sections.

Generally speaking, for cadres above deputy section level, in front of workers, leaders will give face and won't scold like this.

Generally speaking, for cadres at the deputy section level or above, leaders will save face in front of workers and will not scold them like this.

Especially at the workshop site, safety production issues are a red line, no one is useful when they come.

Production management group deputy leader Xiao Zihong in charge of production work, you look at him following Li Xuewu, watching the workshop director being reprimanded, dare he say a word.

Let alone Xiao Zihong, even Kuang Yusheng came, he had to listen.

So Li Xuewu turned to the site these two days, just catching up with the time when workers are easy to slack off at the beginning of the year, and really reprimanded many grassroots cadres.

A workshop deputy director was not found at his post, and after a circle of phone calls, he hurried from home.

His face was red, his mouth was full of alcohol, Li Xuewu didn't scold him at that time, and directly took off his hat.

You say he doesn't have personnel rights, and can't manage production work?

That's a big mistake. You see he doesn't usually take charge of specific personnel and production work, but he has to be able to manage business.

You say he might not care about the specific business of personnel work, but he must have a spectrum in his heart for cadre adjustment.

You say he doesn't understand the plan of a certain part of production work, but he must not be able to pass his hands for overall management.

The position of deputy director of the management committee office was treated by him as a standing deputy director, um, standing is not the committee office, but the management committee, who let Li Huai De be lazier than him.

Some work might not be seen by committee office director Ding Zigui, but as long as it is transferred or reported to Li Huai De, it basically has to pass through Li Xuewu here first.

Li Xuewu never deletes documents or replaces the order, but will sign his opinions on every document that passes through his hands.

Sometimes Li Huai De doesn't even look at it, directly circles his name, writes: handle according to this opinion.

Or he is too lazy to write extra words, directly signs his name under Li Xuewu's opinion.

Really catching up with a business trip, if Li Xuewu stays in Beijing, then general documents don't need to pass him, directly given opinions by Li Xuewu, and coordinated with the leader in charge to handle.

You ask if Li Xuewu's power is so big?

No, his power is not big, even very small, after all, he is only deputy department level.

The position of deputy director of the management committee office, plus Li Huai De's full trust in him, and the position of deputy leader of multiple office groups, made him have convenience and ability when handling specific business.

Note, the two key words used here are handling and specific business.

All opinions given by Li Xuewu are not final work opinions, either Li Huai De agrees, or the leader in charge coordinates and agrees.

That is to say, Li Xuewu has no final decision-making power, and even the documents transferred here only provide a processing opinion.

Specific business also limits Li Xuewu's management ability in overall business; he cannot bypass the leader in charge to issue orders to various departments.

The business content handled can only be reported from below, transferred from above, or coordinated by other departments.

Of course, he is still the first deputy leader of the security group, the person in charge of the security group, and has specific authority and position.

When he checks the safety production work of various departments and workshops, you can't tell what identity he is executing work with.

But he is here, and has the authority to supervise and manage work; if Kuang Yusheng wants to file a lawsuit, he can only find Cheng Kaiyuan to coordinate with Li Xuewu, or directly find Li Huai De for a final resolution.

But you just think about it, Li Xuewu is now like the early military ministers, reading and approving in one dragon; if you offend him, the pen will be slightly crooked, and you will rest after two times.

Doing work is actually arranging a balance; if you feel your importance to the leader is indispensable to the point of suppressing the leader's need for Li Xuewu, then you go against him, and it doesn't matter if you spray in person.

Pulling with fingers in the whole steel mill, more than 30,000 people together, passing one by one, how many can be picked out.

So, Li Xuewu can coordinate the work of leaders and deputy leaders, and can directly take off the hats of cadres he doesn't like.

On the second day, he took off the hat of a workshop deputy director, and in the afternoon, he went to the workshop again, and the atmosphere was immediately different.

Li Xuewu wore a dark blue jacket collar and cuffs, and could also reveal a white shirt.

Black pants, black leather shoes, the badge on his chest flashed with the light of gold and red intertwined.

He didn't bring any of the medals he won, and didn't even show off to anyone; Li Shu turned them out and played with them a few times, threw them and was told by Gu Ning, and never looked at them again.

Now Li Xuewu wears a copper enamel badge, the size of an adult mother's fingernail, exquisite and beautiful.

Don't need to ask, this thing is not issued by the steel mill, it is the standard configuration of club members.

According to Li Xuewu's dress, the cadres in the factory are basically the same attire.

Dark color jacket, dark color pants, black leather shoes or black cloth shoes, the inside of the jacket is a white shirt all year round.

Even Li Xuewu's thunder-struck hairstyle is the benchmark for young cadres in the factory; it seems that they can rise to the clouds if they tidy up according to his appearance.

Isn't it just like that, otherwise why call it the flag bearer of young cadres.

If you buy this kind of dress, it's really not cheap, the factory service office provides a full set of administrative suits, which were sent in by Shen Guodong.

All are produced by the prison, standard board, exquisite materials, and even hardware accessories have special signs.

You can see the gap between the craft of making clothes and the version you made yourself, not to mention the difference in materials.

Li Xuewu's clothes also have to spend money, but he won't take them from the factory; he doesn't care about others, but absolutely doesn't admit to driving this atmosphere.

The club leaves a set for him every month, leather shoes are rare, but suits are many.

Sometimes she will also go to the prison in person, find Master Li to customize clothes for Li Xuewu's family, including Gu Ning and Li Shu.

When the leader inspection team walked into the workshop, workers could clearly see that they were all in black, with white lining.

They all jokingly called this white plus black, symbolizing that leaders are busy day and night.

Li Xuewu didn't know who pulled this egg, he didn't busy at night, Li Huai De was quite enterprising.

However, in his thought, leader cadres can unify dress autonomously, really raising the office environment by more than one grade, at least the atmosphere is serious and serious.

Cadres are dressed like this, ordinary office staff also learn to dress like this, just younger ones, generally will choose lighter colors, wider collars, younger and beautiful.

This era absolutely doesn't lack aesthetic eyes, just some are shrouded in the fog of the era, looking down on ugly beauty.

Lunch time, staff canteen.

Li Xuewu didn't rush to the small canteen for dinner, but brought logistics service personnel to the big canteen to check work.

First, he took a bend from the aisle in the middle of the restaurant table, mainly to see if the meals in the staff lunch box were up to standard.

Li Xuewu is also a famous person in the factory, those who know him, or those who are clever, take the initiative to greet him.

He also smiled at these, and then asked how the food was, and if it was enough to eat.

Workers looked at the group of people coming in, following behind him, how could they not know what was going on.

Even if they felt the food was not tasty, not enough to eat, they wouldn't put eye medicine on the leader in charge.

Li Xuewu doing this is not showing off, and even less brushing presence.

He walked around like this, at least before coming next time, the canteen director wouldn't dare to lower the standard.

Another thing, the logistics service personnel following behind couldn't see if Li Xuewu was satisfied, and in their hearts, they also had to be cautious and responsible for work.

Don't need workers to complain, facts are all in front of eyes, clear at a glance.

Li Xuewu took everyone to see the meal window again, canteen director Guo Fatty ran out from behind.

But he didn't have a chance to talk to Li Xuewu, he had already been pulled aside by the cadre in charge of logistics service work.

Li Xuewu turned sideways, looked at the vegetable basin, two big dishes.

One is pork vermicelli stewed cabbage, lots of cabbage, less vermicelli and pork, but can see meat lumps.

Li Xuewu looked at the window meal, basically everyone could eat a mouthful of meat more or less.

This is what he saw, if he didn't see it, he could only say it was bad luck.

However, the dish had meat, which was better than dry boiling.

The other dish is potato stewed radish, with some meat diced, the meal server said it was beef, Li Xuewu still believed this.

The factory really has beef quota, and also has this channel, just that the beef grains are a bit small, about the size of a small fingernail, really testing the chef's knife work.

Two meat dishes, this was unimaginable in the past, and even less dared to ask for.

But for three days of New Year, the factory canteen was like this at noon, some workers even got up to get food here on the night shift.

Last year, the factory profit was okay, long ago said to kill New Year

But during the three days of the New Year, the factory canteen is like this at noon, and some workers even get up to get food here when they are on the night shift.

Last year, the factory's profits were good, and it had long been said that they would slaughter New Year pigs. Li Huai De was even bolder in approving it; during the three days of the New Year, one pig was slaughtered each day.

Good heavens, a pig weighs two or three hundred jin, and there are more than ten thousand people in the Beijing factory area to share it; in fact, it's just to get a taste of meat.

Other branch factories are also doing things according to the same practice, with equal treatment for workers, and it will be the same in the future.

In the three main production areas, no one gets more, and no one gets less.

Just like last month's employee skill assessment, the Beijing factory area had to do it, and the other two branch factory areas had to do it too.

With the comprehensive screening of employee skills, this year's personnel work has been particularly hard.

Li Xuewu watched one by one from the meal window until he reached Seeing Sha Zhu's side.

"Are you eating here?"

Seeing Sha Zhu greeted him with a smile and said in a relaxed manner, "The food in the small canteen is the same; I feel it's not as fragrant as what's stir-fried in the big pot."

"Forget it, I didn't even bring my lunch box."

Li Xuewu said to him with a smile, then pointed to the meal basin and asked, "A whole pig?"

"Are you kidding?"

Seeing Sha Zhu hummed and looked at the workers queuing for food, pouting, "It's just short of putting the pig hair in there too."

"Master He, pig hair doesn't matter, but you must be careful with pig manure!"

"Hahaha~"

The workers in line saw that there was a leader present, so they also started joking with Seeing Sha Zhu.

Seeing Sha Zhu didn't mind; he gestured with a large rice spoon and laughed, "What are you worried about? Can you eat pig manure? Those pig intestines were already cleaned out and sent to the guesthouse!"

"What a pity!"

The man shook his head slightly and said, "Actually, stir-fried pork intestines are also delicious."

"If you had two more liang of oil, you wouldn't even know your own surname!"

Seeing Sha Zhu scooped half a ladle of vegetables into the man's lunch box and reminded him, "You don't want to eat pork but want to eat intestines? You aren't starving!"

"Hahaha~"

The surrounding workers didn't take it to heart; what did such jokes count for among employees? Everyone was used to joking around.

Just as they were laughing and talking, someone in the canteen duty room called for Master He to answer the phone. Seeing Sha Zhu waved to Li Xuewu and went to the duty room.

Li Xuewu didn't come to see him in the first place; after nodding, he began to check the hygiene of the back kitchen.

He is not a nitpicking person; in this era, it is impossible for you to meet hygiene standards.

But basic hygiene must be guaranteed; at least there shouldn't be mice running around in the kitchen, and the canteen equipment shouldn't be obviously dirty.

He was talking to the logistics supervisor about Fatty Guo when Seeing Sha Zhu suddenly rushed out.

"Hahaha~ Hahaha~"

He ran from the duty room to the back kitchen as if he had a mental illness, and then from the back kitchen to the corridor.

The people getting food in the canteen were all looking at him, and even Li Xuewu and others were stunned by his madness.

Seeing Sha Zhu didn't care about others; seeing Li Xuewu, he rushed over, grabbed Li Xuewu's hand, and thanked him repeatedly, saying that it was Li Xuewu's help that gave him a son.

"..."

Li Xuewu had his hand squeezed hard by him and almost slapped him in the face.

Damn it, I helped you have a son!

Is there such a way to help!

Seeing Sha Zhu was also overjoyed; seeing Li Xuewu staring, he hurriedly explained, "Diliya was uncomfortable this morning, Guodong sent her to the hospital, and she gave birth as soon as she arrived at the hospital, a big fat boy weighing seven jin and eight liang, hahaha!"

"Hehehe~"

When everyone heard his explanation, they roughly understood the actual situation.

However, looking at Li Xuewu's awkward expression, everyone was secretly laughing in private.

One is laughing at Li Xuewu for being young and ultimately unable to handle the situation in the face of such things.

The other is laughing at Seeing Sha Zhu for being unbridled and daring to say anything; there is even help for having a son.

Li Xuewu forcefully pried open his claws, pointed to the door, and reminded him, "Hurry up, ask your Director Guo for a half-day leave and go home to see your son."

"Right! Right! Right! Go ask Fatty Guo for leave!"

Seeing Sha Zhu nodded repeatedly; hearing his words, he turned around and was about to run upstairs, but was intercepted by everyone.

He was just wondering when someone laughed and pointed behind him; wasn't Fatty Guo standing on the side watching him?

It was just that because the leaders were all there, Fatty Guo couldn't get angry with Seeing Sha Zhu, so he just nodded with a slightly red face and said, "Since your wife is giving birth, you are allowed half a day off. Be careful on the road and walk slowly."

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Sha Zhu saw Fatty Guo say this, and he was also full of embarrassment. He stepped forward and hugged him hard, then turned around and trotted out.

This actually made Fatty Guo feel quite embarrassed, as if he were very considerate of his subordinates and cared about the employees.

But since the leader really saw it, he was also relieved; at least there was a smile on the leader's face, and he wouldn't make things difficult for him during the New Year.

Xilin returned to Beijing on the third day of the New Year, and Shen Guodong went to pick her up at the station. Li Xuewu didn't even have time to go back to see her.

She first went to the hospital to visit Diliya and also saw Diliya's child.

A big fat boy, dark and fat, weighing more than seven jin; I don't know how he was born.

He Yuzhu was so happy that the corners of his mouth reached his ears. He got up early and stayed up late, flipping through Banggeng's dictionary, and finally found a satisfactory name.

He Zhuang, with a bit of earthiness in his toughness, and a bit of vulgarity in his awesomeness. When Li Xuewu learned that he had given the child this name, he suddenly remembered his deceased brother Da Zhuang.

Looking back, if that kid hadn't been impulsive, now that the brothers are together, it should be time to enjoy happiness.

Xilin stopped at the West Courtyard as soon as she got off the train, and spent the whole day accompanying Diliya in the hospital.

The two had no kinship, let alone any special connection; it was just because they both came to Beijing with Li Xuewu and got along well during their time in Beijing, so they were like friends, and even more like sisters.

Diliya wouldn't ask anyone for help when giving birth; He Yuzhu's mother died long ago, and his father was no better than dead. With no one to rely on, he could only take care of his wife himself.

On the second day of the New Year, he took a temporary half-day leave, and later asked the director to make up for three days.

This situation is really nothing to say. Don't look at the fact that Fatty Guo has no dealings with him, but he dare not offend Seeing Sha Zhu deeply.

This kid has wide connections, lives in the same courtyard as Li Xuewu, and gets along with Director Li. Who dares to give him a hard time openly?

It's just that his wife is giving birth and no one is taking care of her; this kind of thing can't be blocked.

Seeing Sha Zhu is not a die-hard; he knew he shouldn't have done it that day, and he even knew to bring a pack of cigarettes when asking for leave, which was considered giving Fatty Guo face.

Everyone was okay on the surface, and the three-day holiday was given.

Diliya only stayed in the hospital for four days; it was convenient for her to go home to recuperate after a natural birth.

Her giving birth was a relief for Shen Guodong; he finally didn't have to endure Seeing Sha Zhu nagging about preparing the car in his ears.

There are only a few pregnant women in the courtyard, and now they have all "unloaded"; he is finally liberated.

You don't say, Comrade Ge Shuqin is one, Fei Shanying is one, Zhao Yafang is one, and now it's Diliya's turn. These people went to the hospital to give birth, and they were all sent by that GAZ-69.

Not only for childbirth, but when the Second Aunt had a stroke and the Third Uncle had a cerebral vascular issue, they were all carried to the hospital by Shen Guodong and the others.

The neighbors in the courtyard gossip on weekdays, but when something really happens, they are actually willing to lend a hand.

Why be so isolated? Can you really guarantee that you won't need others for the rest of your life?

Anyway, Li Xuewu dare not guarantee it, even at his position, so everyone never said anything when they needed to use the car urgently.

Xilin accompanied Diliya in the hospital for three days and was discharged on Friday, and then they returned to the courtyard together.

Seeing Sha Zhu was very grateful for Xilin's care for Diliya. The baby was only three days old when he recognized Xilin as his godmother.

Diliya wanted to kick him in anger; his usual unbridled speech was one thing, but he dared to make any joke.

Is a godmother something you can just recognize?

Xilin is not even married yet; if she becomes a godmother, what will people say when she goes out?

At this time, everyone knows a little bit about etiquette, and there is a sense of proportion in the interaction between friends and relatives.

It's not like later generations, where big girls, whether married or not, dare to be godmothers to others, really treating their best friends like something.

Xilin just smiled when she saw the interaction between the couple, but didn't care about Seeing Sha Zhu's seriousness.

After she came back, she didn't live in the inverted room, but in the same room as Yushui, which was considered staying in Seeing Sha Zhu's house.

She had been back for three days and hadn't even seen Li Xuewu's face; it wasn't that they weren't in contact, but that there was no time.

It was Li Xuewu who was busy, busy with unprecedented overtime.

There is no way, there are fluctuations above, and there are stormy waves below.

The Third Guard Regiment has already held several meetings, and even the cadres of the Garrison District have come to preside over the meetings; the situation is very tense.

This team is gradually revealing its edge and emerging, and is gradually being valued by the Garrison District.

Li Xuewu, however, gradually hid his role and status in his daily work.

Now he only works harder and takes more responsibility for logistics and weapons and equipment.

Further cooperation with the Light Weapons Institute is still underway, and the 66-6 sniper rifle has been further improved after half a year of testing.

The part that has completed production has been purchased sporadically, and the inventory pressure is not very high.

The weapons production factory located in Steel City is still producing stably, unaffected by inventory pressure.

Rifle sales are lukewarm, but auxiliary equipment such as mounting gear, steel helmets, water bottles, and daggers are selling well.

It can be said that there are a lot of them. Units with the authority to purchase equipment independently have actively contacted the Light Weapons Institute to test and purchase this part of the equipment in large quantities.

Li Xuewu was very cautious about this part of the customers and did not inquire too much, but he was more concerned about the degree of acceptance of this equipment by urban defense teams.

At the Red Star Training Ground, training and equipment for the 66-6 sniper rifle have actually begun.

It is a kind of advertisement and a kind of adaptive training, for the sake of carrying out more cognitive publicity and sales work in the future.

The Third Guard Regiment is very clear about the principle of mutual benefit and has taken the initiative to contact the Garrison District to actively promote this equipment and tactics.

The Garrison has already been investigating and testing this set of gear and equipment, and the leaders above are also optimistic about it, but it needs further observation.

The Third Guard Regiment is a good advertising material; every time a mission is successfully completed, it is an affirmation of the effect.

Li Xuewu gradually disappeared from the Third Guard Regiment, partly to protect himself and partly to protect the Third Guard Regiment.

Even if he disappears, his position is still there, and he has all the treatment he should enjoy, so why show off?

But even if he is more ostentatious and works harder, there is actually no need, because his main development is not in the Third Guard Regiment.

If he had ideas early on, he would have jumped over when he was at the branch bureau; why take a part-time job?

A part-time job means there is a primary and a secondary. The identity established at the beginning determined his later development.

No unit is willing to cultivate part-time personnel; temporary support is just to borrow his identity or personal ability.

This is not because the relationship between people is complicated, but because the relationship between people and units is naturally like this.

His personal relationship with Qi Yaowu, Zhang Chenggong, and others is very good. At the beginning, it was Qi Yaowu who insisted on Li Xuewu coming to the Third Guard Regiment.

But what if one day Qi Yaowu and others are gone?

The camp is made of iron, and the soldiers are flowing water; no one can win for a lifetime, and it's not like playing a single-player game.

What is eternal is a resilient heart and determination for one's future.

You think about it, as long as Li Xuewu's work in the steel mill is stable and his identity is stable, no matter who comes or who leaves, no one will provoke him.

The position in the steel mill has been promoted, and naturally, his corresponding treatment will be improved. This is caused by influence, not personal will.

On Saturday morning, Li Xuewu had just finished a symposium with people from the credit union, and when he came back, he received a report from Xia Zhongquan that after three months of hard work, the small motorcycle had been created.

How should I put it? If it were up to Li Xuewu, the appearance of this little thing could score 100 points, but looking at the power, it's only 60 points.

Why is it 60 points?

Because this little thing fully meets the needs of urban transportation and can better meet the needs of basic freight.

It's the passing line; if it's not 60 points, what is it?

The 50CC machine drinks less oil than a person peeing; it doesn't run fast, but on this broken road now, how fast do you want to drive?

The 500CC motorcycle produced by the Beijing Motorcycle Factory No. 16, which the steel mill merged, runs fast; that is really fast.

But after leaving the city, let it run hard; if it can run to 70 miles and not fall into a ditch, Li Xuewu will be convinced.

People who enjoy high-speed highways or urban-rural roads in later generations cannot understand how terrible the road traffic was in these years.

Let's put it this way, a gravel road is considered a good road; if it were really paved with asphalt, driving on it would feel like burning money, and one would feel distressed.

Li Xuewu actually didn't want the burden of Factory No. 16 and Factory No. 7, but he had no choice.

Even Li Huai De revealed to him that the second batch of merger units in Beijing's industry had been released, waiting to find suitable merger units.

This thing is like an iron discus falling from the sky; you can't hide from it, and you don't know who it's going to hit, so you can only take it.

Researching small motorcycles is also to shed burdens, remove dead weight, and integrate resources, thinking that if you don't do it, you don't do it, and maybe you can sell it for some funds later.

Since you want to do it, you have to do it well.

The first sentence Li Xuewu said when he saw this small motorcycle was to ask Xia Zhongquan beside him seriously: "Was this developed according to my drawings?"

This old guy Xia Zhongquan was also used to Li Xuewu's jokes, and he affirmed with an expression that couldn't be more serious: "It was manufactured according to your design drawings, not a bit off."

Li Xuewu nodded like a smart aleck, almost patting Xia Zhongquan on the shoulder and saying "Little devil, Yoshio."

He doesn't care about anything else, only whether the quality is guaranteed when this thing runs, whether maintenance is simple, and whether the cost is cheap.

"A 50 machine, anyone with hands can fix it."

Xia Zhongquan has also been a designer for many years, and he is talking big without his feet on the ground.

He thinks it's simple, but if this thing were thrown to Li Xuewu, he wouldn't be able to handle it.

If you say pedaling it for two laps is fine, but if you really want him to lie down and fix the machine, he knows nothing about it.

Therefore, Xia Zhongquan doesn't believe his bullshit, and he doesn't believe Xia Zhongquan's bullshit either.

"The quality is absolutely no problem; as far as a bicycle can run, it can run."

Xia Zhongquan squatted on the ground, pointed to the frame and wheels, and told Li Xuewu very frankly that these were all designs obtained from the Beijing Bicycle Factory.

Li Xuewu scratched his head, squatted down across from the small motorcycle, looked at the body structure, and asked Xia Zhongquan a real question.

"Tell me the truth, if this thing is ridden for a long time, will it explode by itself?"

"I am a mechanical designer, not a gunpowder designer; what would explode!"

Xia Zhongquan was dissatisfied and argued with Li Xuewu across the motorcycle: "At most, it won't catch fire; just pedal it a few more times."

"Hmm, your motorcycle is called 'pedal hard', right?"

Li Xuewu flicked the body structure with his finger, and don't say, it's solid, it's really well-made.

Xia Zhongquan raised his eyebrows and introduced: "If we really want to produce the body structure ourselves, I think we can get a set of old equipment from the bicycle factory and modify it?"

"Don't want imported ones?"

Li Xuewu looked at him in surprise, touching the main beam with his hand, and also felt that imported ones were painful.

Xia Zhongquan nodded very seriously and said: "Welding this thing is actually not troublesome, and forming is not troublesome either. The engine is the troublesome part. You just need to find a way to get a mature engine production line."

"That's really easy to say."

Li Xuewu pouted and said: "It's like a woman, saying you can get one if you want. Do you think my family runs a machinery factory?"

Xia Zhongquan also saw that there was no one around, and said with a smile: "The capable do more work; you are young and strong, so work harder."

"..."

Li Xuewu twitched the corners of his mouth, ignored this old guy, stood up, pointed to the small motorcycle, and asked: "How much does this thing cost?"

"It depends on you."

Xia Zhongquan said seriously: "If the engine technology is mature, it's no problem to press it to five or six hundred."

He kicked the body and the wheel rims and said: "Look, isn't this thing just a variation of a bicycle? It's just that some parts are thicker."

"Are you having a second spring!"

Li Xuewu mocked him with a smile and said: "You can't be serious even when talking about work."

"Hmm... I'm not serious."

Xia Zhongquan only then heard the meaning in his words and felt that he was no longer clean.

Where did he have those meanings? What he said was also serious.

How did it become indecent after going around Li Xuewu?

Isn't it because Li Xuewu is indecent?

"I'm not joking with you, I never thought this thing would be so cheap."

Xia Zhongquan also looked at his work with an incredible expression, shook his head slightly, and sighed: "Who would have thought that the profit of this thing would be so high."

"Even if it's sold for 1,500, it can double."

Li Xuewu sat on it and tried it out. The seat comfort was average, made of hard foam, but the overall feeling was still good.

"If the parts are integrated into the supply chain for centralized procurement, it should be cheaper."

"You are really the reincarnation of Huang Shiren."

Xia Zhongquan nodded and said: "Do you want to dismantle the engine and install two pedals? That would be cheaper."

"Get lost~"