Chapter 1127: Killing Two Birds with One Stone, Playing Very Well

In later generations, there are "spirit boys" with tattooed shrimp lines, sparks and lightning all the way; does the innocent era have such stupid youths?

Yes, no era lacks trend-following fools, guides on the path of no return.

Not only are there "spirit boys" shouting "One street north and south of the city, ask around who is the daddy," but there are also "spirit girls" shouting "Provoke dragons and tigers, don't provoke this little princess."

If you really came to this era, walked up to them, and listened to what they said and did.

That would truly be a turtle attending a walk-in school—can't hold back the laughter.

Actually, the Xinqiao Hotel is very close to the International Hotel, a ten-minute walk, a distance of six or seven hundred meters.

Looking north, they are all in Dongjiaomin Lane; looking south, they are all on Qianmen East Street.

Very normal, the International Hotel was built by foreigners in the 1920s to entertain foreigners.

The Xinqiao Hotel was built after liberation to entertain overseas Chinese, foreign businessmen, and foreign affairs personnel.

Nakamura Shuji didn't choose the International Hotel as his temporary office address when he came to Beijing this time, but placed it at the Xinqiao Hotel.

Very normal, negotiating with the Red Star Factory, if you still lived at the International Hotel, how could you negotiate?

At this time, there are only three places that can entertain foreign guests: the Beijing Hotel, the Minzu Hotel, and the Xinqiao Hotel.

Mikami Yua choosing to eat breakfast here also has a purpose.

If Li Xuewu is willing, he can go to her room to sit for a while, or do something, at any time.

As for Beijing, Mikami Yua hadn't had time to admire the beautiful scenery or visit historical buildings.

The President was busy with business in Beijing, where would she have the time and opportunity to come out alone?

Today is also a coincidence; she followed the President to escort Momotani Eriko back to her country.

Therefore, there was that line buried last night, and she made an appointment with Li Xuewu to have breakfast together.

Is the breakfast here that delicious?

So-so, nothing more than bread, butter, jam, etc. If you really want to eat a full meal, you can also ask for pickled cucumbers, but Li Xuewu doesn't like to eat that stuff.

Bread is 1.5 cents per liang, jam is 15 cents per serving, butter is 20 cents per serving, and pickled cucumbers are 35 cents per serving.

If you just want to eat something fresh, actually 50 cents is enough to eat your fill.

The dishes here, although Western, are also Russian.

Otherwise, why would everyone say "South Xinqiao, North Old Mo"? The dishes on the menu here are about the same as Old Mo.

People say the croissant at Qishilin in Tianjin is more delicious, but Li Xuewu hasn't tasted it.

He prefers Chinese steamed buns, preferably with small red dates.

Soft, eating them is especially fragrant.

However, personal tastes differ and cannot be generalized; after all, he is a person who has seen the world.

What kind of delicacies can't you taste in later generations? During the few years he went abroad, he had eaten almost all the meals of various countries.

He even saw Western food with a monogamous system.

However, he has some conveniences, don't learn from him, you still have to protect yourself when you go out.

Some cheap Western food has flowers, I'm talking about Western food.

Li Xuewu doesn't dare to say he has eaten all the delicacies in the world, but when ordinary things are placed in front of him, he doesn't find them rare, nor will he be surprised or ignorant.

As long as you don't serve him "stargazy pie," it's fine.

You can see these flower-laden worlds in later generations, but youths at this time rarely see them.

Take eating Western food, for example; there are only a few places, and what they eat isn't very authentic.

However, if they haven't eaten it, how do they know it's not authentic?

Bread spread with butter, spread with jam, eaten with sour cucumbers, eating it makes them feel Westernized.

Which group in the Four Nine Cities now likes to pursue being unconventional and showing off their personality?

It's the young people aged eighteen or nineteen; it's like this in every era.

The first to wear bell-bottoms were them, the first to carry a tape recorder and dance breakdance were them, and the ones wearing jeans with holes and exposed buttocks were still them.

Young people always pursue fashion, pursue personality, and show their most unique side.

In the Dongcheng territory, who is now the most capable of fighting, the most dazzling, and has the most people?

That must be the new force in the underworld, Zhang Jianguo.

With more brothers, he also became arrogant.

The lights are red and the wine is green, making people drunk; the big brother takes you to mix in society.

Today is exactly the day he and Nie Xiaoguang made an appointment to meet a few friends, all of whom are children of intellectual families.

Zhang Jianguo was shocked by Li Kuiyong, and finally woke up a little.

So he also remembered those quotations he memorized, uniting everything, having many friends.

Isn't that right? With Nie Xiaoguang's relationship, there was a meeting with Zhao Xia and that group of people.

Nie Xiaoguang said he wanted to invite them to eat breakfast, could Zhang Jianguo let him invite them?

In the Four Nine Cities territory, it's not that there aren't those who "swore an oath of brotherhood, let's go Dutch for this meal" types.

But Zhang Jianguo, this person, is absolutely open and honest, absolutely loyal and heroic to his brothers.

He didn't want to eat at the old-fashioned restaurants anymore; treating guests without high status, he had long heard that the breakfast at the Xinqiao Hotel was delicious.

Nothing else, of course, he wanted to bring new friends to show off.

However, he didn't inquire clearly about who spread the wind that the breakfast at the Xinqiao Hotel was delicious.

As soon as they entered the restaurant, they found that several tables of veterans were already sitting inside.

And they were all of the old-timer kind.

Speaking of which, it's a coincidence; Zhang Jianguo wants to make new friends, and these veterans also want to know new blood.

Among the tables of people Li Xuewu knew were Zhao Wang Weidong and Li Yuanchao.

Otherwise, why would everyone say "no coincidence, no book"? Today's Xinqiao Hotel is considered lively.

The few scoldings Li Xuewu heard when he entered the door came from Zhao Wang Weidong's table.

Who is Zhao Wang Weidong?

He was one of the first to respond to the call and the first to start the Great Learning.

Returning from "tempering" in the northwest, he had even more of a sandstorm aura and a bloody smell.

Self-proclaimed as the leader among the veteran teams in the Four Nine Cities, Zhao Wang Weidong was first shocked and then angry at this group of ruffians from the alleys daring to set foot in this noble place that was almost a noble territory.

Leading his little brothers, he first glared at Zhang Jianguo and the others who came in, and then scolded them loudly.

What Zhang Jianguo didn't know was that the Xinqiao Hotel had always been the base of the veterans.

Especially the second floor, which was their fixed place for gatherings.

Or rather, Zhang Jianguo knew, but his heart was inflated, his self-confidence was bursting, and he wanted to provoke the veterans.

Last year, he and his brothers discussed wanting to make the Dongcheng District uniform.

Li Kuiyong knew that doing this was self-destruction, so he withdrew early.

Zhang Jianguo was also afraid, so he hadn't brought up this matter for a while recently.

But the seed had already been buried in his heart, so he couldn't stop it from taking root and sprouting.

As the ruffians of the Four Nine Cities were subdued one by one, the ground became cleaner and cleaner, and his heart became active again.

It was just that when he was really sitting here, facing those veterans and listening to the harsh scolding, he felt timid for no reason.

In August of last year, the veterans used their belt buckles to let them know what rules were.

To this day, seeing these bad seeds in yellow leather, he still feels itchy where he was injured on his back.

Nie Xiaoguang, who came along, wasn't afraid of these little brats.

Before Zhang Jianguo could speak, he pulled out his knife with a "swoosh."

This was his blade of revenge, prepared for whom it goes without saying; he just hadn't caught the opportunity.

Seeing this kid be so brave and fierce, it gave Yan Shengli, who was sitting beside him, a fright.

"Brother, this is not a place to fight," he pressed Nie Xiaoguang's hand and reminded him softly: "Don't even talk about using a knife, you can't even use your fists."

"This is a place to entertain foreign guests; if something really happens, we'll all be taken out to be shot."

Don't look at Nie Xiaoguang as not being from a ruffian background, and even less an elite among the veterans, he is a ruthless person.

What kind of person is the most ruthless?

People without brains, without scruples, and without culture are the most ruthless.

Stubborn, blocking both ends, and stabbing you if they don't agree.

You can call him a greenhorn or a fool, he's just that kind of thing.

Zhang Jianguo naturally liked him; this is even more ruffian than a ruffian.

He also heard about Nie Xiaoguang's family affairs and knew he had a special purpose for mixing in the neighborhood.

But all brothers within the four seas, unite all forces that can be united.

Seeing Nie Xiaoguang look over, Zhang Jianguo couldn't get off the stage either, staring at those people opposite with an iron-blue face.

Hearing the mocking laughter from those tables, he really wanted to pull out a knife and fight.

"Don't, we have fewer people."

Yan Shengli pressed down on Nie Xiaoguang and said to Zhang Jianguo: "Not to mention suffering a loss, the one who strikes first bears full responsibility."

"Let's go, let's change to another place to eat."

He pulled Zhang Jianguo's arm and was about to leave; a great man knows when to yield.

At this time, there is no need to fight to the death with the veterans; choosing the Xinqiao Hotel as a base, these grandsons have a purpose.

Why?

Because they know ordinary people don't dare to make trouble here, it will have foreign affairs influence.

Just eating and dining here won't cause expulsion and resentment here.

Borrowing the momentum here, they protected themselves and could improve their status, showing off their noble identity.

This time, Zhang Jianguo was really put in a difficult position; he couldn't fight, and if he really left in a sorry state, his reputation would be ruined.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to eat this meal here today."

Zhang Jianguo pulled Yan Shengli back, pressed him onto the stool, stared at the opposite side, and called the waiter to order.

Looking very arrogant, but in reality, this group of them knew very well that they couldn't be arrogant here.

Not to mention competing with the restaurant, even if they walked out of this door, they couldn't beat these veterans.

Five or six tables of people, blocking them, they could really beat them to death.

Therefore, Zhang Jianguo and these people only chose a corner position to sit.

Except for Zhang Jianguo who was still a bit indignant, the others didn't dare to look at the veteran side at all.

Not only that, they didn't even say a word among themselves, which was truly aggrieved and faceless.

"Waiter—"

Zhang Jianguo frowned, looking at the bread on the plate, as well as the jam the waiter put on the table.

This is the Western-style breakfast?

Where are the buns? Where are the meat pies? If not, two baked wheaten cakes would do.

What the hell is this? He didn't even know how to eat it.

The waiter was used to his expression; often young people from the city came here by reputation.

You say you haven't eaten Western food and don't know how to eat it, that's not shameful, just ask directly.

Who doesn't have a first time?

However, it's human nature; those who have worked here for a long time inevitably carry a bit of foreign flavor.

Often serving foreigners, polite and Westernized.

After dealing with these little brats in Beijing, they not only have to endure their unreasonable trouble but also watch them not to steal things.

Old Mo used to use pure silver tableware, but what happened?

Ten sets of tableware were brought up, and when it was time to collect them, having five sets left was considered okay.

So later Old Mo also canceled the provision of silver tableware, but it still couldn't stop the loss of Western tableware.

What can this thing do? You can't eat Western food at home, right?

Hey, you don't eat Western food at home, but you can show off: I went to Old Mo to eat.

They are all poor children, wanting to bring back some specialties wherever they go.

So the Western restaurants in the Four Nine Cities, as long as they are entertaining these bastard kids, have waiters watching them.

Under these circumstances, you think, can the waiter give them a good face or a good attitude?

"Yo—you don't know how to eat?"

The waiter raised his eyebrows and pointed to the knife on the table: "Use this to pick up the jam and spread it on the bread to eat."

He also brought his emotions into his words; you guide them, just guide them, why so much nonsense?

Spreading jam with a knife isn't solving a difficult math problem, is it that high-class?

Zhang Jianguo really hated himself for not checking the almanac when he went out today; pulling a cart in a horizontal field, every step is a hurdle.

He didn't dare to compete with the waiter, just felt that the way of spreading jam on bread was really disgusting.

"Help me bring a plate of pickles—"

"Pickles—!"

This waiter expressed his incomprehension very exaggeratedly, widened his eyes and looked at Zhang Jianguo, as if looking at an alien.

Li Heping saw Zhang Jianguo's eyes spraying fire, afraid he would cause trouble here, so he hurriedly explained: "A plate of fermented bean curd is also fine."

"Outside—"

The waiter was just looking for trouble on purpose; he had long heard those veterans bullying these people.

Otherwise, why would people say that if you are cowardly, everyone will bully you? The waiter also felt that these bumpkins shouldn't have come in.

A pig's nose with green onions, what kind of Western elephant are you pretending to be?

He pointed outside and said to Zhang Jianguo and the others: "You want to eat fermented bean curd, right? Outside, across the street!"

Where is across the street? Chunming Food Store.

In the 1920s, it was a French bakery, later selling pickles and sausages; the fruit here is better than Daoxiangcun.

However, in the waiter's eyes, how can pickles and sausages compare to bread and jam?

"Hahaha—!"

The veterans burst into laughter; some people who had been watching the fun from the beginning were so happy they slapped the table.

"Bumpkin—!"

"Without this quality, what Western food are you eating? Embarrassing thing!"

The noise downstairs was also heard on the second floor.

The circular structure, Li Xuewu's position could just see everything that happened downstairs.

He also walked out of the alley; if his father hadn't forced him to take the path of being a soldier, maybe he would still be a bumpkin who hadn't eaten Western food.

Of course, unlike the choices of Zhang Jianguo and the others, he took Old Biaozi and the others onto the right path.

So looking down at Zhang Jianguo and Zhao Wang Weidong and the others, he didn't have any psychological fluctuations at all.

Zhang Jianguo coming here to eat is to test the veterans' bottom line, deliberately stimulating these people.

He wants to establish himself in the Four Nine Cities; it's not enough to settle the big brothers of the ruffians, he also has to settle these veterans.

Li Xuewu knows very well that these people engaging in veterans, engaging in ruffians, is completely because they are full and have nothing to do.

At the end of next year, the train will rumble, and these bastard kids will all be stuffed into the carriages and sent away, and the city will be quiet.

"What kind of bread do you have here?"

Li Xuewu looked through the menu and asked casually: "Do you have croissants?"

"Yes, freshly baked."

The waiter looked at Li Xuewu and asked politely: "Would you like some?"

It's not that the waiters on the second floor have better quality than those on the first floor; they are all in the same shift, all the same.

This waiter heard the foreign girl's accent and naturally knew where she was from.

Still Mikami, yo, this surname is interesting.

He took the initiative to introduce: "Our restaurant's foundation is from Qishilin in Tianjin, you can rest assured about the taste."

"Is that so? Then I must taste it."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "Qishilin originally made German food, but I heard their bread is made well."

"Yes—"

Mikami Yua chatted a lot with Li Xuewu, which can be considered letting go.

However, the Japanese themselves have many rules, bowing and leaning over from time to time.

This time it was just normal talking, Li Xuewu saw her shake her headlights at him twice.

The high beam is really dazzling, hiss—

"I want an iced coffee with ice cream," Mikami Yua pointed to the menu and said to the waiter: "Also cream egg tarts, layered pastries."

"Help me get a crab salad too."

After ordering, she saw Li Xuewu only ordered ordinary breakfast, so she covered her mouth embarrassedly and explained: "I like to eat sweets, but I'm afraid of being too fat."

"Pay attention to exercise and diet control."

Li Xuewu smiled, thinking in his heart that this woman is really wasteful, just these few items cost five or six yuan.

"Especially drinks, whether morning, noon, or night, it's better to drink hot ones; the stomach can't stand cold ones."

"I'm already used to it—"

Mikami Yua smiled embarrassedly and explained: "Every morning before going to work, I like to drink a cold coffee, so I have energy for the whole day."

When she said this, she also raised her little fist to cheer herself up.

"The effect of caffeine is good for the kidneys, but not very friendly to the heart."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "You can try drinking tea, black tea warms the body and the stomach."

He just saw black tea on the menu, one cup is 15 cents.

So do you think high-end places slaughtering people only happens in later generations?

"Thank you, Mr. Li, I will try it."

Mikami Yua was like a little deer that had just walked out of the forest in the morning, curious and cautious.

"Before I came here, my friends and colleagues all envied me, saying this is their ideal holy land."

"And then? What have you seen and heard?"

Li Xuewu understood very well what she meant; at this time, there was indeed a trend on the little devil's side.

Those familiar with history might know that at this time, Japan admired our system and ideology very much.

However, after Asanuma Inejiro was assassinated in 1960, the situation was suppressed.

But the more suppressed, the more stimulated.

Li Xuewu didn't know if what Mikami Yua said was true, so he just talked for fun.

Mikami Yua nodded very seriously and said: "A world-class historical city, truly extraordinary."

She looked at Li Xuewu and said: "I really want to visit all the scenery before I leave, and eat all the delicacies."

"It would be even better if I could experience the complete spring, summer, autumn, and winter."

"Oh, this is a very powerful ideal and goal—"

Li Xuewu nodded and praised: "Chinese culture is broad and profound, you can't learn it all or see it all in one spring, summer, autumn, and winter."

"I wish Miss Mikami success in her work in Beijing and that all her wishes come true."

"Thank you, Li-san—"

Mikami Yua blushed and bowed slightly, saying: "I will work hard, please take care of me."

Look, what is called climbing up the pole? Just a moment ago she was calling him Mr. Li, now she's calling him Li-san.

"Sincere cooperation, mutual benefit."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "I hope our cooperation can be long-term and win-win."

"If Miss Mikami needs any help in Beijing in the future, feel free to tell me."

Playing mind games, right? Someone like you, I can play you until you fly to the sky.

Li Xuewu said that if you have anything, just tell me, whether I handle it or not is another matter.

Polite words are enough, no need to stick to him.

However, the cooperation with the Japanese businessmen is about to get on the right track and enter the fast lane, so it is necessary to have a more suitable private relationship.

What? Gucang Ping'er?

A man, just keep a proper working relationship, why have a private relationship?

Takahashi Seiko looks a bit improper, and Akari Tsumugi's headlights aren't very bright, so Mikami Yua it is.

Li Xuewu is a decent person, naturally choosing the one who looks decent and has bright headlights.

Importantly, Mikami Yua wears gold-rimmed glasses.

Jianghu rumors say that those who wear glasses are...

"Thank you, if I could be friends with you, that would be really great—"

Mikami Yua excitedly reached out and shook hands with Li Xuewu.

The little hand was very soft, very tender, truly having the style of a Jiangnan woman.

The waiter brought the breakfast, and the two chatted casually while eating.

They didn't talk about work, and even less about too many personal topics.

The two just chatted about the scenery and precautions in the mainland.

Li Xuewu spoke in circles, circling around Mikami Yua to question her, which was a kind of probing.

Mikami Yua's performance was also good; she didn't look like an ordinary employee of the company.

Especially her dining etiquette and behavior.

Hearing her talk about visiting famous scenic spots all over Japan and experiencing the customs and feelings of various places, could an ordinary family cultivate such a child?

However, since she is from a wealthy family, why choose to come to the mainland to work?

What medicine is Nakamura Shuji selling in his gourd? Doesn't Li Xuewu know?

Aren't these three little baits?

Takahashi Seiko and Akari Tsumugi look like women from ordinary families, and their gazes are expressing emotions to him very directly.

Of course, this question isn't very difficult; after all, he heard too many such things in later generations.

Family background is prominent, but she likes to be an adult film actress, interest and hobby.

Perhaps Mikami Yua really came to the mainland to work to increase her knowledge.

Zhang Jianguo ate this breakfast at the Xinqiao Hotel extremely uncomfortably, suppressed and aggrieved.

Anger filled his whole body; he didn't know the taste of the bread and jam at all.

Those veterans at the opposite tables, from the beginning until now, borrowing the waiter's words, had been mocking them until now.

Yan Shengli and Li Heping signaled him to leave several times, but Zhang Jianguo wasn't willing to leave just like that.

He ate everything, stuffing all this grievance into his stomach.

If he left halfway, wouldn't that be fleeing in a sorry state, afraid of the other party?

But just as he was about to stand up, the voices opposite disappeared.

Zhang Jianguo thought his ears were broken from anger, until he followed Li Heping's gaze toward the stairs.

Li Xuewu was coming down from upstairs.

There was no figure of that woman, only his driver accompanying him.

The veteran tables, just like this side, all eyes were on Li Xuewu.

They all knew who this was, and they all knew they couldn't afford to provoke him.

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to them, just scanned them as he passed by, his eyes sharp.

Zhang Jianguo saw Li Xuewu's glancing gaze, and Nie Xiaoguang saw it too.

Both of them felt extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

And Zhao Wang Weidong opposite had already stiffened, sitting there without daring to make the slightest movement, as if afraid of attracting Li Xuewu's attention.

Only Li Yuanchao, as if very familiar, stood up and greeted this side.

"Section Chief Li—"

Li Xuewu glanced at him, his footsteps didn't stop, and after going out, he got into the car and left.

Zhao Wang Weidong turned sideways, watching the command vehicle leave from the window, and only then did he relax the string in his heart.

He wasn't afraid of Li Xuewu, but was afraid that his head wasn't hard enough to withstand the impact of a bullet.

This name of the God of Killing became more and more prominent with the word-of-mouth of the ruffians and veterans in Beijing.

In the past, few people would investigate Li Xuewu's background.

But it couldn't be helped that someone really got beaten up.

Find the parents?

Are you afraid that you didn't get beaten enough this time, and want to get beaten again?

How Weimin died, how Seeing Wei Guo broke, the brothers' affairs were spread because Seeing Wei Guo came back to make trouble.

The more it was like cooking oil on a hot fire, the more such rumors were used as a topic of conversation.

Especially the official opening of the Beijing Dongfeng Sports Club, and the mystery of the Youth Association among the veterans.

Born in the city alleys, grew up in the melting pot, thunderous means, rising rapidly, favored by noble people.

Because of the Gu family, Li Xuewu's reputation in the veteran circle was no weaker than in the ruffian circle.

The ruffians only felt Li Xuewu was ruthless, and his experience in the past two years was very legendary.

It can be considered the first person to walk out of the alleys.

And the veterans mostly saw or heard about the Wei family's affairs, and learned some news from their parents.

Gu Haitao's son-in-law, the golden body of honor is unbroken, very appreciated by the above.

Such a character, even in their circle, is considered a legend.

Therefore, even seeing Li Yuanchao's hot face sticking to a cold butt, Zhao Wang Weidong didn't dare to say any mocking words.

Not paying attention to them is normal; if that God of Killing really walked over to greet them, or asked something, I'm afraid their farts would be scared cold.

"Who is that?"

Some veterans only heard Li Xuewu's name but hadn't seen him in person, and there were also those who didn't know him.

Seeing Zhao Wang Weidong and the others so nervous, they just felt strange and curious.

"Li Xuewu of the Wei Third Regiment."

The veterans identified most with this identity of his; as for the Red Star Factory, no matter how strong it is, it's just a factory.

"Is his dad in the Wei Third Regiment?"

Some young ones, who followed their brothers, asked this curiously.

Even if the parent is a regiment commander, it wouldn't make Zhao Wang Weidong and the others so fearful, right?

"Are you sick—"

Zhao Wang Weidong turned his head, glanced at the person, and said: "He is in the Wei Third Regiment, Deputy Regiment Commander, and also Deputy Political Commissar."

"Remember what he looks like, if you meet him, you must stay far away," Li Yuanchao had already relaxed and exhorted them: "The killing aura is too heavy, be careful of scattering your souls."

The veterans were talking and laughing, no one paid attention to Zhang Jianguo anymore.

But this kind of neglect, and the powerful pressure brought by Li Xuewu, made Zhang Jianguo feel even more indignant.

Taking a few brothers out of the Xinqiao Hotel, he felt like he could breathe again.

He knew that Little Ruffian Zhou Changli was working for Li Xuewu.

Even if it wasn't Li Xuewu's business, it was the business of his brothers.

In Beijing and Tianjin, the saying of brotherhood has been the most popular since ancient times.

It's rare to have such a relationship in the big courtyards, but the ruffians or the children in the alleys recognize this the most.

People in the underworld all know who Li Xuewu's brothers are.

Speaking of which, isn't it just relying on Li Xuewu's help that those few crooked melons and cracked dates became big brothers in the underworld?

You see, Little Ruffian Zhou Changli is already holding the horse and helping with the stirrup, so how arrogant are Li Wenbiao and the others?

This year, the time Zhou Changli came back, he took the initiative to extend an olive branch to him.

The workplace is in Steel City, running ocean-going transport ships, or city transport workers.

The salary goes without saying; being able to find a job in Beijing is considered awesome.

Although leaving home, it's better than waiting for death.

However, he is a big brother, the head of the ruffians, how can he fall to the point of being a dog for others?

Like Zhao Lao Si who became a watchdog, even if he became a Tibetan Mastiff, he's still a dog.

He didn't know if Zhou Changli's solicitation was Li Xuewu's intention.

Perhaps he took a fancy to his ability, perhaps he took a fancy to his group of brothers.

Anyway, he didn't agree; he didn't want to eat that bowl of rice from Zhou Changli and Zhao Lao Si.

A great man is born between heaven and earth, how can he live under others for a long time?

Zhang Jianguo naturally didn't firmly refuse this invitation, just mentioned his current life.

Refusing politely, as long as you say you are mixing better than them, mixing stronger than them, will the other party still come to solicit you?

However, he blew his own horn so loudly in front of Zhou Changli and Zhao Lao Si, saying he was mixing so well, and today?

He didn't know if Zhou Changli and Zhao Lao Si had told Li Xuewu the bragging he did.

But he knew he had lost enough face today.

Losing face in front of anyone wasn't as embarrassing as losing face in front of Li Xuewu.

Even if Li Xuewu didn't say a word, didn't even look at him.

Mixed into this state, and still saying you are mixing well, still saying you are the big brother of the ruffians?

This is more aggrieved than being a dog, right? To beat a dog, you have to look at the owner; he is now considered worse than a stray dog.

Zhang Jianguo's face was iron-blue, his eyes were red, terrifying as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

He was resentful and ashamed, Nie Xiaoguang was the same, both situations were the same.

At the beginning, he made bold words at the gate of the Rolling Mill, swearing not to kill Li Huai De.

But what was the result? He couldn't even see Li Huai De's face, couldn't make a move, and even had to borrow the power of street ruffians.

Several people stood on the street, looking at the windows of the Xinqiao Hotel, really wanting to make a move now.

Zhang Jianguo didn't know those people, so he asked Nie Xiaoguang, who was from a cadre family.

This is nonsense; Nie Xiaoguang's studies absolutely couldn't get him into schools like Peiying, Yuying, Qunying, Yuhong, Friendship, Yuxiang...

But this didn't prevent him from talking nonsense.

He had already witnessed Zhang Jianguo's power and ruthlessness; who cares who the other party is, just guide them in the direction he needs.

So he told Zhang Jianguo that the one who took the lead in scolding was Seeing Wei Guo, and Seeing Wei Guo's uncle was Li Huai De, the head of the Red Star Factory.

This is pure nonsense; Nie Xiaoguang does know Seeing Wei Guo, but Seeing Wei Guo wasn't here.

Seeing Wei Guo isn't in the same group as Zhao Wang Weidong and the others, because Seeing Wei Guo's parents were transferred to work elsewhere.

The situation is different from Li Yuanchao's; Li Yuanchao's father was transferred to the Planning Commission, but that was just transferred.

Li Yuanchao is good at socializing, has many friends, and is very recognized by Zhao Wang Weidong and the others.

After Seeing Wei Guo's parents were transferred two years ago, Seeing Wei Guo's circle overlapped with Nie Xiaoguang's circle.

The two had fought, and recently met again; old grudges and new hatreds were calculated together, rubbed together, and Li Huai De became Seeing Wei Guo's uncle.

He calculated really well; Seeing Wei Guo himself is a person in the veteran circle, so Zhang Jianguo wouldn't doubt anything he said.

Because Seeing Wei Guo's reputation is also loud now, he is considered a figure.

Just talking about Li Huai De, Zhang Jianguo absolutely wouldn't believe it, but now pulling out a Seeing Wei Guo, just borrowing his hand to mess with Li Huai De.

Killing two birds with one stone, playing very well.

Zhang Jianguo's brain was muddled with anger, Nie Xiaoguang said it was Seeing Wei Guo, so he remembered Seeing Wei Guo.

As for whether the person who mocked and ridiculed him in the room was Seeing Wei Guo, he didn't want to verify it at all.

He wanted to take revenge on a noble power class, and the whole of that class.

From then on, a big drama of romance and blood began to open its curtain from today.

Life is like a play; everyone passing by and passing through will become the protagonist and supporting role in the play.

How to determine the protagonist and supporting role depends entirely on whose perspective you are looking at this play from.

What kind of role is Li Xuewu?

Li Xuewu is a croissant, he likes croissants.

"Leader, news came from Deputy Director Jing."

Peng Xiaoli walked into the office and reported to Li Xuewu: "Said that the investigation in Changshan was completed, and they went to Steel City."

According to the original plan, Jing Yunong should have gone to the three cities in the northeast after completing the investigation work of the office outside the pass.

Now the plan has changed, time is a bit too late, she has to complete other work as soon as possible and go to Fengcheng to preside over the acquisition of the No. 1 Machine Tool Factory.

The Yingcheng Shipyard was acquired under her presidency, and she has rich experience in this regard.

Returning from Changshan, she didn't even have time to return to Beijing, going directly to Steel City to see Dong Wenxue.

The two will be fully responsible for this acquisition work, merging the No. 1 Machine Tool Factory in the name of the Steel Rolling Factory.

Li Xuewu is responsible for coordination and scheduling in Beijing, providing technical and comprehensive strength support to Fengcheng.

"Send news to Steel City, ask Director Dong to make arrangements," Li Xuewu instructed: "The inspection team arrived in Fengcheng yesterday, and should have started work today."

He looked at the schedule and continued: "Reply to Deputy Director Jing, if there is a need, contact at any time."

"Okay, leader, I'll arrange it."

Peng Xiaoli made a record in his notebook and handed over another document to report: "The document from Yingcheng Shipyard says that the R&D difficulty of the cargo fast ship is very high."

"If it's just the design task of the light patrol boat, that side can still come up with a plan very quickly."

"No, the two projects must be carried out simultaneously and synchronously."

Li Xuewu knocked on the document, and while reading, said: "I don't care when they come up with it, but I want both the light patrol boat and the cargo fast boat."

"The basic ship service and machining workshop for large cargo ships can go through the start-up process."

He signed his opinion and name on the document; this is a report from the shipyard applying to build new ship services and production workshops in accordance with the requirements of the French Santaia Group.

This was already in the work plan; after the Santaia Group agreed to the cooperation intention, the factory had already organized the production and construction plan.

In more than two months, the Santaia Group finally signed the contract, but the Red Star Factory immediately produced the production plan and construction plan.

This is Li Xuewu playing the time difference, forcing the Santaia Group to fulfill its contractual obligations as soon as possible.

Just yesterday, Li Xuewu had already received clear news that the designer and engineer team appointed by the Santaia Group had arrived in Hong Kong.

And the transferred engineering machinery had already been shipped; within a month, it would definitely arrive at the Tianjin Port wharf.

That is to say, whether it is the Yingcheng Shipyard, Steel City Industry, or the Ecological Industrial Zone, the progress of engineering construction can press the acceleration key.

The engineering machinery promised by the Santaia Group is more than this; this is just the first batch, and more machinery will enter later.

This isn't because they are how generous; technology and engineers are their own business, coming to the mainland to work, there is a purpose of inspection.

After the cooperation with the Red Star Factory is completed this time, the Santaia Group will be considered to have hit an advertisement in the mainland's construction industry.

The mainland's construction industry is still a distance from the world's advanced level, and they are just right to use this distance to make money.

As for these machines, giving them to the Red Star Factory for free use now isn't it just advertising?

In the future, these machines will still be theirs, and can be used on other projects.

Even if they are rented out, there will be plenty of projects to grab them.

Therefore, the Red Star Factory might feel it earned, but the Santaia Group absolutely didn't lose.

Old capitalists, their commercial strategic vision is absolutely far enough.

Handing the signed documents to Peng Xiaoli, he took another one from his hand.

This is his daily work state; the pile of documents on his left hand was piled here in the morning, and he has to finish reading them today.

And this kind of temporary document is controlled by Peng Xiaoli, trying not to interfere with his work, unless it is very important.

"This plan won't work; didn't I tell Engineer Xia?"

Li Xuewu frowned and knocked on the document, wrote his opinion on the side of the document, and instructed: "Let them continue to modify it."

"Don't stare at the British prototype car; it's copied too much like it. People will say you have a tape measure department; you have to say the design ideas collided."

"Leader, saying it like this isn't appropriate either."

Peng Xiaoli knew Li Xuewu was joking, so he also laughed and said: "You use the current design ideas to collide with people's ideas from ten years ago, can this car collide?"

"Idiot, bite it to death, hit it hard!" ===== CHAPTER 1128 =====

"Don't stare too hard at the British prototype; if you copy it too closely, people will say you have a 'tape-measure department.' You have to say the design concepts just happened to collide."

"Leader, saying it like that doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"

Peng Xiaoli knew Li Xuewu was joking, so he laughed and teased, "If you take today's design concepts and collide them with theirs from ten years ago, can this car even collide?"

"Dummy, stick to your guns—collide hard!"