Chapter 1150: An Unspeakable Secret

"It was decided with Director Bu last week; you need to coordinate the matter regarding the Western musical instruments."

Peng Xiaoli stood beside the desk and reminded him, "Mr. Andrew from Jilixing Shipping wants to discuss shipyard matters with you. Should it be arranged at the International Hotel or the guesthouse?"

"Does Deputy Director Cheng have any arrangements that day?"

Li Xuewu asked without lifting his head, "Ask him. Have him step forward; I won't be going."

"The implication from Jilixing seems to be that it's unofficial," Peng Xiaoli explained softly. "The goal should be to see you. What do you think..."

"Then push it back. If we aren't discussing official business, what does he want to talk about in private?"

Li Xuewu said indifferently, "Isn't Yingcheng Shipping starting construction on Thursday?"

He raised his head, glanced at Peng Xiaoli, and arranged, "Let's do it in Jinmen, on Thursday."

"Understood, Leader. I will arrange the schedule from Wednesday onwards."

Peng Xiaoli was taking notes diligently and was just about to continue his report when the phone on the desk rang.

He waited for Li Xuewu for only two seconds, and seeing that the leader had no intention of answering, he picked it up.

"Hello, Security Division... Oh, please hold on."

He acknowledged the call, held the receiver, and reported softly, "It's from the Third Industry Management Division; it's Director He from the textile workshop."

"Hmm—"

Li Xuewu didn't pay much attention and casually took the receiver Peng Xiaoli handed over.

"Hmm, I am Li Xuewu."

"Help me ask Personnel for a week's leave; I have something to take care of..."

Yushui's voice was somewhat low. Li Xuewu was thinking about work and didn't pay much mind to it.

On Sunday, after finishing urgent matters at the factory, he went to Li Huai De's side to report.

Afterwards, he went to the club in the afternoon to handle recycling station business, so he was delayed.

Even when those few in the family went home, Han Jiankun went to pick them up by car; he didn't have time to go back.

Although news travels fast in the courtyard, there has to be someone listening.

The Li family rarely takes the initiative to ask about this, so no one cared.

Li Xuewu received Yushui's call and just assumed it was as she had agreed with Seeing Sha Zhu.

If Yushui needed time to handle marriage matters, he would help coordinate with the factory.

Therefore, without waiting for Yushui to clarify, he nodded and replied, "Hmm, hmm, I know. Is a week enough?"

Yushui, who was lost in thought on the other end of the line, was stunned and forgot to answer.

What does that mean?

Does he think the time I've been depressed is too short? Does he want me to be upset for a few more days?

Li Xuewu didn't hear Yushui's reply and thought she was hesitating.

After all, she is a workshop director, and much of the work requires her to preside over it. Once she lets go for a long time, it will be difficult to pick it up again.

However, he was also looking out for Seeing Sha Zhu and Yushui, so he took the initiative to suggest, "Ten days. It's a major life event; you must prepare carefully."

He was processing documents while casually instructing, "For the things needed for the wedding, ask Guodong first to see if he has any suitable channels. Save where you can; it's about living life..."

"Li Xuewu—"

He Yu Shui finally understood. It turns out this person doesn't care about her affairs at all!

"You jerk!"

"Bang—!"

Li Xuewu's ear was shaken, and he hurriedly moved the receiver away.

"What's wrong with her? Is she crazy?"

He looked at Peng Xiaoli with surprise and confusion. Peng Xiaoli was also baffled.

He is a secretary and has the responsibility to help the leader pay attention to the situation in the factory.

However, there is no need to know about a workshop director getting married, right?

Li Xuewu, of course, wasn't asking him; he just felt this phone call was a bit suspicious.

"Ask Personnel for leave for her; just say her brain is broken and she needs to go get it fixed."

"Uh... Understood, Leader."

Peng Xiaoli scratched his eyebrow, responded with a laugh, and continued to report on work.

Li Xuewu rarely arranges such things for him, but it's not unheard of.

Of course, he certainly couldn't use the reason the leader just mentioned. If he really used it, wouldn't he become a fool?

Just change it to special leave; there's no attendance record, deduct the corresponding wages, and tell the management division to arrange for a deputy director to cover.

As for the marriage leave the leader just mentioned, that couldn't be used, because if she could take marriage leave, the other party wouldn't need to call here.

"Regarding the 701 team, Bingfei Factory called to say that they are already organizing a special task force and there should be results very soon."

"Hmm, they were slow when they came, but they're fast when they go back."

Li Xuewu pursed his lips and said, "Arrange it; have the 701 management team come to see me."

"Oh, right—"

He added, "Shangguan Qi, call her too, and Director Xia."

"Understood, Leader. In the afternoon?"

Peng Xiaoli looked at the work schedule in his notebook and suggested, "One o'clock in the afternoon, half an hour. We still have to go to the United Savings Bank in the afternoon; it's already scheduled with them."

"Hmm, that's fine. Let's do that."

Li Xuewu nodded and instructed without lifting his head, "Regarding the Western musical instruments... call Wang Yajuan from the Art Propaganda Team."

"Understood, Leader. Then I'll go down and arrange it." Peng Xiaoli responded. Seeing the leader nod, he twisted his fountain pen and turned to leave.

Some busybodies privately ranked the leaders of the Red Star Factory's organs, looking at who is the hardest to be a secretary for; Li Xuewu ranked in the top three.

And on another list, the leaders they most hope to serve, Li Xuewu's ranking was still in the top three.

With such a bizarre reputation, he is the only one. Even Management Committee Director Li Huai De only ranked ahead of the first list.

Because privately, it is said that Li Haiyang is living like a mute at a young age.

Everyone knows that for a secretary to a leader, the more things they know, the tighter their lips must be.

Just looking at Li Haiyang's state, how many unspeakable secrets of Director Li must he know?

There is no airtight wall in this world, especially if this trend carries a bit of a "burning" scent.

Then that's it; rumors spread fastest when they carry a bit of a "peach blossom" (romantic) color.

Moreover, this isn't just one person saying it; the whole world is almost aware of it.

What the situation with Liu Lan was back then is what the situation with Zhou Miaomiao is now.

Compared to Liu Lan, Zhou Miaomiao is discussed more and carries more color.

Because Liu Lan was already married, and everyone actually knew her goal.

But Zhou Miaomiao is different; the Art Propaganda Team was already attracting the audience's attention on stage.

She was the pillar of the stage, attracting all eyes, dazzling, and coupled with the stage effect, she was properly the goddess in the hearts of many young men.

As a result, the goddess fell into the mortal world, and the reality broke their hearts.

On stage she is a goddess, off stage she is...

How does that saying go?

If you can't get it, destroy it. Zhou Miaomiao had such excellent conditions, yet she chose to degenerate.

Female comrades actually discuss it very little; it's those indignant young men who spread it the most.

Wang Yajuan had long wanted to have a talk with her to remind her to pay attention to the influence.

What she does, what she pursues, no one cares, but she must at least keep up appearances.

With her messing around like this, the atmosphere in the team isn't good; what do others think of them?

She doesn't want face, but others do.

Knock, knock—

Wang Yajuan stood at the doorway and knocked on the door of Li Xuewu's office.

"Leader, you were looking for me."

"Hmm, come in—"

Li Xuewu didn't address her directly, as he really didn't know what to call her.

When ordinary people come to him, he either addresses their position or addresses them as "comrade."

When it came to Wang Yajuan, addressing her by position was too deliberate, and addressing her as "comrade" was too distant.

Simply put, he didn't call her anything and just said what needed to be said.

He pointed to the opposite side of the desk, signaling for the other party to sit down and talk.

Peng Xiaoli wasn't there, and no one made tea for her; Li Xuewu didn't even think of this.

Anyway, it was just a few words, and she didn't need Li Xuewu's polite hospitality.

"Regarding the musical instruments, Director Bu has already instructed you, right?"

Li Xuewu was writing an ideological report. He raised his head, glanced at her, and continued writing while saying, "Do you have any thoughts? Speak up."

"Leader, I don't understand—"

Wang Yajuan asked with some confusion, "Why on earth do we need to form a Western orchestra? Our factory doesn't have similar performance tasks, right?"

"Hmm, continue—"

Li Xuewu nodded, noncommittal, busy with his hands, signaling her to continue.

Wang Yajuan was considered someone who dared to speak in front of Li Xuewu. She complained, "Originally, there were few people in the instrument group of the propaganda team. If we want to form an orchestra, we have to recruit more people, but Personnel..."

She pursed her lips and paused, slowing her tone to explain, "Personnel has already said several times that the number of people in our unit exceeds the standard."

"If we still want to recruit people, we have to occupy the quotas of other units."

"Another thing—"

Wang Yajuan looked at Li Xuewu and asked, "Is this orchestra a must-form?"

"Even if it's acrobatics or Huangmei opera or something, we can piece it together..."

"Acrobatics can also be pieced together?"

Li Xuewu raised his head with a laugh, glanced at her, and asked, "I don't remember your propaganda team recruiting acrobats?"

"Peking opera actors also have some foundation; isn't it just flipping somersaults and jumping over tables—"

Wang Yajuan said with some complaint, "A hodgepodge, having everything but having nothing; this art performance should still be based on singing and dancing."

"Hmm, if it's according to the previous art propaganda model, that's what you said."

Li Xuewu nodded, first agreeing with her point of view, then tapped the table, reminding her, "But the future requires responding to various performance forms, occasions, and goals."

"Director Li put forward the requirement, hoping that you will develop diverse art forms, and in the future, you will be able to go out and display the good image and excellent mental outlook of the Red Star Factory."

"Isn't that still just that bit of propaganda stuff—"

Wang Yajuan looked at him and asked, "Even if we have a Western orchestra, can we carry those bulky instruments and run around?"

"If we talk about other operas and acrobatics, that's fine; after all, they are lighter and don't require much manpower. But if it's Western musical instruments, take the piano, for example; seven or eight people definitely won't be able to lift it."

She reminded Li Xuewu, "Unlike our Chinese musical instruments, the instruments in a Western orchestra are precious. Every time they are moved, they have to be recalibrated. If there are bumpy transport road conditions, the instruments will be ruined and won't be usable at all."

Doesn't Li Xuewu know these things?

The important thing is, what's the use of Li Xuewu knowing? Li Huai De doesn't know!

In Old Li's view, how to prepare and how to perform isn't his job; does he care about you?

"What if it's a performance in a fixed indoor venue?"

Li Xuewu looked at her and asked, "Does your Art Propaganda Team have the ability and confidence to form and support a team that takes on long-term theme propaganda performance tasks?"

"Are you saying... a large venue?"

Wang Yajuan asked in surprise, "Is our factory going to build a large performance venue?"

Li Xuewu didn't answer her immediately but looked into her eyes and asked, "Can it be done?"

"This..."

Wang Yajuan hesitated and asked tentatively, "What is the frequency of performances..."

"You're asking me this?"

Li Xuewu glanced at her, lowered his head, looked at the documents in his hand, and said, "I'm not a professional either; how can I answer you."

"I can only say that propaganda tasks require it, and there is no fixed performance frequency limit."

"If you say so, is it possible to perform every day?"

Wang Yajuan said with a bitter smile, "Let alone our team supporting it, you can search the whole of Beijing; which art propaganda team or art troupe can support it?"

"Even the drama club has a rest frequency; otherwise, the actors' voices will be ruined."

"So you're still asking about a professional venue?"

Li Xuewu laughed softly, "Even if we build a large performance venue for you, what's the use if you can't support it? Just to be a decoration?"

"It's not like we proposed it—"

Wang Yajuan frowned, "I'm reminding you, don't buy it back and not be able to use it, and then ruin it."

"It will be used—"

Li Xuewu threw down the documents in his hand, leaned back in his chair, looked at her, and said, "Director Li's meaning is that operas, singing and dancing, and acrobatics that are suitable for outdoor venues should be performed outside."

"As for the delicate ones like the Western orchestra, they should be performed in the auditorium on a small scale."

He tapped the armrest of the chair, thinking while asking, "Tell me, if we sell tickets to the outside world, can we make a profit?"

"Of course, I mean arranging sessions according to your normal performance patterns."

Li Xuewu emphasized, "Give preferential tickets to the inside, and full-price tickets to the outside."

"It's okay on the weekend, otherwise where would we attract so many people to go—"

Wang Yajuan didn't expect that what Li Xuewu called her to talk about was this problem.

She had never thought that the factory's Art Propaganda Team would engage in profit-making performances.

"We can also acquire a theater in the city for external performances."

Li Xuewu pondered, his eyes narrowed, and he muttered softly, "It's just that I don't know how the policy is."

"The conditions are there, it's just that the performance programs must pass."

Wang Yajuan reminded, "You should know the current control policies for art performances, right?"

"Hmm, hmm—" Li Xuewu nodded and replied, "That's for sure, the programs must pass."

He looked at Wang Yajuan and said, "They must closely follow the theme of industrial development, closely grasp the characteristics of the era, grasp the pulse of the spirit, and the important thing is that it must be 'red'."

"Why?" Wang Yajuan asked suspiciously, "Going to such great lengths, acquiring a theater, organizing programs, and having long-term performances and selling tickets, just for the sake of promoting our factory?"

"If you are wealthy and don't return home, it's like wearing brocade in the night; do I still need to teach you this principle?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said, "The leader's intention is that the Red Star Factory has made so many achievements this year; next year we will upgrade, and within three years we will achieve the grand goal of groupization."

"It's not just the promotion of core values, but also the establishment of an excellent corporate image."

Yesterday, when he went to Li Huai De's home to report on the insulation workshop problem, Li Huai De specifically mentioned this point: we must ensure that the image of the Red Star Factory is positive, excellent, and advanced.

Therefore, facing the severe test of the situation, Li Xuewu had to agree with his point of view on burning money, which is that this won't work, that must work, and if everything doesn't work, nothing will work.

If the factory workers cannot guarantee absolute safety and order in terms of discipline, then they must actively demonstrate the excellent image of the enterprise in other aspects.

For every action, there is a reaction; we can't just watch accidents happen frequently and do nothing.

Li Xuewu was also thinking about this when he returned home last night and discussed it with Gu Ning.

Even Gu Ning felt that art performance is the most direct and fastest means and measure to improve the unit's image. If we are not afraid of spending money, the Red Star Factory can definitely stabilize this wave.

Just like the wealthy families in the past, whether it was a red or white event (weddings or funerals), they would all sing "tanghui" (private performances) and set up banquets.

Why? It's nothing more than this.

But Li Xuewu is stingy; he thinks about maximizing benefits in everything he does.

If it can combine profit and promotion, then this Western orchestra is not impossible to form.

As for acrobatics, recruit people when you should, and gather Huangmei opera, Green Plum opera, Flower Plum opera, and everything else.

"Boasting, huh—"

Wang Yajuan had already understood the meaning in Li Xuewu's words, but it was just expressed a bit...

Looking at Li Xuewu's eyes, she also knew she had said the wrong thing, lowered her head embarrassedly, and said, "I'll report to Team Leader Zhang when I go back."

"Don't say such things again once you step out of this door; you are all people who are cadres."

Li Xuewu criticized her slightly, moved the documents in front of him, looked her over, and asked, "How is it? Is work in the Art Propaganda Team going smoothly?"

"Just that... it's quite good, quite smooth."

She just wanted to say "it's just like that," but remembered Li Xuewu's reminder just now and took back her words.

It's just that her answer was a bit distracted.

"Hehehe—"

Li Xuewu laughed softly, "What's wrong? Do you have an opinion about someone? Tell me about it?"

"Can I say it?"

Wang Yajuan glanced at him. Seeing that he was just smiling, she pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll really say it—"

She rattled off the bit about Zhou Miaomiao, as well as the discussions from the outside world about their Art Propaganda Team, and the talk she wanted to have.

After Li Xuewu listened, he also nodded and said, "The Art Propaganda Team should pay more attention to its image, and personal problems should be paid special attention to."

"You don't need to say anything about this; it's easy to affect unity."

He thought for a while and said, "I'll go and give her a hint later; I'll find an opportunity."

"That would be great; I was just hesitating."

Wang Yajuan said with a smile, "You also know that we are all cadres in the team, and the previous relationship... it was a bit inconvenient to talk about."

Li Xuewu looked her over and waited until she finished speaking before asking, "What about you? What are your thoughts on your personal problems? You're still single now; do you plan to be like this for the rest of your life?"

"You want to talk to me about this?"

Wang Yajuan, who was just smiling, had her face sink instantly. She stared into Li Xuewu's eyes and asked, "Or do you have nothing else to say?"

"I'm not your leader; do I care about you? If you like being alone, then stay single."

Li Xuewu didn't bother with her turning hostile. He flipped through the documents in his hand while explaining, "I want to talk to you about Wang Yamei."

"Yamei? What's wrong with her?"

Wang Yajuan scrutinized Li Xuewu, as if this bad guy had done something to her sister.

"I'm planning to introduce a partner to her."

Li Xuewu raised his head, looked at the strange gaze opposite him, and asked, "Your family hasn't arranged anything yet, right? I'm talking about your sister."

"No—"

Wang Yajuan could tell that he wanted to talk about her sister, but he was also teasing her.

She turned her face away and looked at the flowerpot on the desk, not wanting to face his eyes.

Those eyes were like searchlights; as long as they made eye contact, her secrets would have nowhere to hide.

"Why have you started the business of a matchmaker? You're idle—"

"What kind of talk is that—"

Li Xuewu glared at her, his lips moved, and he introduced, "You know Pazile, right? Diliya's brother, who came back from the frontier with me."

"Him?"

Wang Yajuan, of course, knows Pazile. She often goes to the recycling station to pick up Wang Yamei. Sometimes when she catches him, she will even eat there.

Even if the two people's life trajectories don't overlap, there are still times when they run into each other.

They haven't spoken, but they know each other, especially the other party's relationship with Li Xuewu.

Back then, Li Xuewu went to the frontier and brought back several people, but now only He Yuzhu's wife, Diliya, is left in the courtyard.

She knows where Pazile works; he originally followed Li Xuewu in the Security Brigade, and now he has transferred to the army and entered the Third Guard Regiment.

It's just that she didn't expect that someone she had long been familiar with would be introduced to her sister by Li Xuewu.

"Why? Are you surprised?"

Li Xuewu glanced at her and asked, "Or do you think he is unsuitable somewhere."

"Where... his family isn't from Beijing... with my sister..."

Wang Yajuan hesitated, not knowing how to say it, but the expression of refusal on her face was still very obvious; she just didn't fancy Pazile's conditions.

It's not to say work conditions, but family conditions. People in this era still identify more with families where both parents are alive. If he is an orphan...

Anyway, by comparison, it's a bit worse, especially with Wang Yamei's conditions.

Their family can't be said to be wealthy, but they aren't struggling either. Just look at how the sisters dress; their parents are willing to spend money on them.

Now a family of four is working, and there is no other pressure; how can they not be prosperous.

"You must consider it comprehensively; you can't just look at him having no father or mother."

Li Xuewu advised her, "His household registration has already been moved over. Isn't it just right for Wang Yamei that he has no parents?"

"Why are you glaring?"

He saw that Wang Yajuan cared more about her sister than herself; this sister is doing fine.

Li Xuewu explained patiently, "You sisters will have to start your own families sooner or later. Doesn't there have to be one to take care of your parents? Are you counting on yourself?"

"If you don't start a family for the rest of your life, what will your parents do? I think you still have to count on Wang Yamei."

"You—"

Wang Yajuan looked at Li Xuewu angrily. Seeing that he was talking seriously, she also thought about it.

"I understand Pazile's personality. I dare to guarantee this match because I am sure."

Li Xuewu told her frankly, "He has no relatives in Beijing, just a sister who married into our courtyard. You also know, He Yuzhu."

"If they can get together with Wang Yamei, I think they don't even need to buy a house; they can just move into your house and provide for your parents."

"You've thought it all out for them!"

Wang Yajuan pursed her lips and said, "Can my sister fancy him? You know Wang Yamei's personality; she's like a furry rabbit."

"I have seen Pazile; he is taciturn, but he speaks frankly, and he is very mature and steady. It's just that the two of them..."

"The personality gap is a bit big, right?"

Li Xuewu laughed softly and said, "Sometimes, when fate arrives, you can't stop it even if you want to."

"What does that mean?"

Wang Yajuan knows Li Xuewu too well; just by his smile, she knew things weren't that simple.

"Are they already together?"

"Not that fast. I just introduced them yesterday. Wang Yamei didn't mention it when she went home, right?"

Li Xuewu explained with a smile, "This just shows that the two of them are in the familiarization stage."

"You really are good at randomly pointing out mandarin ducks (matchmaking)!"

Wang Yajuan complained to him and complained, "Our house is only that big. If they get married, I... where do I go?"

"Do you want me to introduce one to you too?"

Li Xuewu asked jokingly, "Tell me, what kind do you like."

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

Wang Yajuan stared at Li Xuewu and asked, "You find one; as long as you dare to find one, I dare to marry!"

"Is it enough to eat? Do you want another dish?"

Seeing Sha Zhu saw Li Xuewu come to get food and asked actively.

Without waiting for Li Xuewu to answer, he put another spoonful of food into his lunch box.

"What's the situation with Yushui?"

Li Xuewu moved his lunch box, stood aside, and looked at Seeing Sha Zhu, who had a head full of lawsuits, and asked, "She called me in the morning to ask for leave; what is she going to do?"

"Sigh—"

Seeing Sha Zhu sighed, greeted his apprentice to come over to replace him in serving food, signaled the seating area to Li Xuewu, and walked out himself.

Li Xuewu sat down with his lunch box, and he followed over, sitting opposite with a face full of misery.

"This matter, I can only talk to you about it—"

Seeing Sha Zhu sighed lightly, "Yushui, this child, is really too worrying."

"Are you having a conflict?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, eating while asking, "Didn't you persuade her?"

"Me? I almost knelt down to her."

Seeing Sha Zhu said helplessly, "The man is urging to get engaged, but she is vague on her side, not saying yes, and not saying no. I really don't know what she is thinking."

"If you want to find someone appropriate, Dai Xiang Yang's temper and family background are impeccable."

He counted on his fingers and said, "Tell me, besides his mother being a bit picky, and being a bit stubborn about having children, what else is there?"

"Moreover, his mother fancies Yushui very much; everything she says when they meet is good."

Li Xuewu listened to his rambling and didn't pick up the conversation.

Only after Seeing Sha Zhu finished speaking did he remind him, "Didn't you talk to Yushui? You are her brother; persuade her."

If he said he was completely unaware, Li Xuewu was pretending to be ignorant. He understood Yushui's thoughts a little, but didn't dare to understand too much.

After all, she had clearly refused last time, and the two had agreed. What if this time Yushui fancied someone else, or for other reasons.

If he rushed to say it, wouldn't he be asking for trouble, looking for trouble, and being sentimental.

So he didn't pick up Seeing Sha Zhu's conversation, only persuaded him to be broad-minded and do more work.

"I want to, but she has to talk to me too. She doesn't even pay attention to me when I speak."

Seeing Sha Zhu was also angry and bitter. He rubbed his face, looked at Li Xuewu, and said, "Why don't you go talk to Yushui? She should listen to what you say."

If he said Seeing Sha Zhu had no understanding at all, that was also impossible.

But he didn't dare to be sure. After all, he saw the interaction between Li Xuewu and Yushui.

Even if Li Xuewu returned to the courtyard, it was with his whole family. The number of times he spoke to Yushui was limited, only at the dinner table, which he could see.

If he said in the factory, let alone Yushui, even ordinary cadres couldn't see Li Xuewu; everyone knew how busy he was.

Li Xuewu ate on this side, but right under his nose, he didn't see him have contact with Yushui, so what was there to suspect about others?

Another thing, Li Xuewu had always been the one to facilitate this matter, taking the initiative to offer help.

Even if he suspected Yushui, he couldn't suspect Li Xuewu; what kind of person would that make him.

So, he was also a "smart person," actually thinking of asking Li Xuewu to persuade his own sister.

"Hehehe—"

Li Xuewu shook his head with a bitter smile, "She even got angry at me on the phone this morning, calling me a big jerk. You want me to persuade her?"

He ate his meal, looked at Seeing Sha Zhu, who had a face full of absurdity, and asked, "In the courtyard, have you seen any matter where she listened to me?"

"I say one sentence, she can top ten sentences, every sentence poking my lungs. You want me to persuade her?"

Li Xuewu drank a mouthful of hot soup and said helplessly, "Find someone older, ask the First Master and First Mistress. If one-on-one doesn't work, then gang up on her; see if she can handle it."

"Your idea is... brilliant!"

Seeing Sha Zhu felt that he was sick and went to the doctor, finding the wrong person.

If Li Xuewu went to talk, it would only have the opposite effect. It was really as he said; the First Master and First Mistress took good care of the siblings.

"In the evening, handle this in the evening."

Seeing Sha Zhu muttered while standing up. Only after he reacted did he remember he hadn't thanked Li Xuewu yet. He asked embarrassedly, "Do you want some more? My treat."

"What kind of beauty are you thinking of—"

Li Xuewu said impolitely, "If this matter succeeds, you'll just dismiss me with the canteen?"

"Hehehe—" Seeing Sha Zhu laughed and patted Li Xuewu on the shoulder, "Alright, wait until I'm done with this matter, my treat—"

"Be steady, call Qin Jie too—" Li Xuewu instructed, "If you think there's someone who can speak, don't be afraid of trouble."

"Understood, understood—"

Seeing Sha Zhu agreed while returning to the back, the haze on his face dissipating a lot.

The last day of June, looking at it, it's July, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

Winter is actually fine; the days are short, and even if you don't sleep at noon, you won't feel very hot.

Summer is not the case. Li Xuewu has a good body and a good brain, but under high-speed operation, this intensity of mental labor, without sufficient rest, will eventually lead to baldness.

Why do programmers go bald?

There are many factors, such as irregular diet and rest, and a lack of sufficient sleep and entertainment.

Don't say that playing games is rest; it's mentally happy, but physically very tired.

Li Xuewu is prepared to live to be one hundred years old, so he is very serious about work, but he must rest when he should. This nap at noon is indispensable.

Returned from the small canteen at 12:10, drank a mouthful of hot water, and lay down in the lounge.

It wasn't until Peng Xiaoli came in to call him that he woke up.

Li Shun's requirement: don't get up immediately after waking up; lie flat and rub your face first, calm your mind, and wait for the violent heartbeat to soothe, and your brain to be clear, before getting up.

Actually, it's like starting a car; sleeping is turning off the engine. After starting the engine, you can't step on the gas and drive out immediately; you have to hum in place for a while.

When he lay on the bed and "hummed" for a few minutes and came out, there were already people in the office, and more than one.

"Sit down, wait for me to wash my face."

Kong Xiaobo and others had just come in. Seeing Li Xuewu's just-woken-up appearance, they didn't know how to greet him, so they were hesitating.

Li Xuewu didn't care and washed his face with the warm water in the basin at the doorway. The summer heat on his body dissipated instantly, and he became much more energetic.

When he took a towel from the basin rack to wipe his face, he saw that these people were still standing there looking at him, their eyes filled with surprise and unexpectedness.

Kong Xiaobo never expected that the Li Deputy Director, who was described as "witty as a demon" by the leader, would wash his face like this; it was a bit like...

Li Xuewu's impression on them was still more rational. Although it couldn't be called gentle and elegant, it wasn't too rough and bold either.

Compared with traditional cadres in ordinary factories, Li Xuewu, whether in speech, knowledge, or advanced thinking, gave them an impression of being mature, steady, and cultured.

It was precisely because of this stereotype that, in Li Xuewu's such special state of washing his face, these people seemed to have been petrified.

"Sit down, drink a cup of hot tea and cool down."

Li Xuewu didn't care about their eyes, waved his hand, and invited them to sit down for the second time.

He also tidied his towel and walked to the sofa to sit down.

I don't know if they heard the news, but whether it was Kong Xiaobo or the previously very arrogant Deputy Chief Engineer Qiu Guanlin, the eyes looking at Li Xuewu today were filled with strange awe.

When they met last time, the other party was only a leader of the Red Star Factory. When they met again, the other party was already about to become their leader.

This feeling was really too... damn it; it was an indescribable grievance.

"Bingfei Factory's Deputy Director Lu has been here; I believe you have already heard, right?"

Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and took a sip before looking at Kong Xiaobo and others, "The matter is just this matter. Regarding the 701 project team, we are also very surprised and very troubled."

He crossed his right leg and said with a serious expression, "Deputy Director Lu gave this project entirely to us. We couldn't think of how to arrange your project team for a while."

Of course he had to say that. Being new here, it's inevitable that these people will be proud.

At this time, if you don't "beat the grass to scare the snake" and give them a "downward blow," what are you waiting for?

"Deputy Director Li, our project..."

Kong Xiaobo asked hesitatingly, "Since it's being transferred to the Red Star Factory, then the follow-up research..."

"Hmm, our factory leaders are also considering whether to cut and reorganize."

Li Xuewu looked at him and said very frankly, "You should also know that our factory is for external cooperation and civilian operation. Many of your research directions are what we don't need."

"At least the helicopters produced by our factory don't need to be equipped with ammunition."

Hearing him say this, the four people in charge of the 701 project team looked at each other and frowned in unison. This project has had a bumpy fate and was born at the wrong time; it really is one step after another.

They didn't feel anything before. If they were to be cut and reorganized at the Red Star Factory, many people in their project team would face the difficulty of re-selecting courses and employment.

The Red Star Factory has just obtained the helicopter production line, and there are not so many research topics later. They have the "slaying dragon skills" but no space or opportunity to display them; what should they do?

They can only change their profession to do something else; they can't be transferred back to Bingfei Factory from Red Star Factory.

Lu Da Ke met with the 701 project team management team after leaving here.

Although what he said sounded very nice, the actual meaning was very cruel and straightforward.

They were sold, and very cheaply, and while they were completely unaware.

If they had some longing and liking for this place like when they visited the Red Star Factory before, their inner panic and anxiety made this liking change its taste after they were truly transferred here.

Especially what Lu Da Ke mentioned: those whose families are in Bingfei Factory will be transferred here together, and those who are not in Bingfei Factory will be coordinated by the factory to help.

This is moving the whole family, a "one-pot" end.

Generally, only major projects or confidential projects are executed like this. But is it necessary for the Red Star Factory, a factory that builds civilian aircraft, to be so cautious and careful?

Don't look at Bingcheng not being as good as Beijing, but from the bottom of their hearts, they have determined that Bingcheng is home.

"A broken home is worth ten thousand strings of cash"; moving is not as simple as the upper lip touching the lower lip.

Thousands of miles away, what can be transported to Beijing? Even if it can be transported, the shipping cost has long exceeded the value of the belongings themselves.

Now they don't know anything about the situation; they only know that they don't have to go back for the time being.

No, it should be said that they don't have to go back at all. The remaining people in the project team will also come over one after another.

"The leaders are still discussing it. Here, it will be arranged in two directions for the time being."

Li Xuewu waited until they were prepared in their hearts before continuing to introduce, "Those in Beijing will first accept the review of the security department, select a part of the people, and prepare to participate in the inspection group."

Hearing him say this, the string in the hearts of Kong Xiaobo and others loosened. As long as they can go abroad to study, they won't be unemployed after coming back.

Moreover, these people who go out can basically be determined to be the technical maintenance team for future aircraft production business.

After all, they participated in the disassembly and modification process; if you don't use them, do you have to retrain them?

And the remaining part of the people is dangerous. It is possible that they will be adjusted to other industrial projects by the Red Star Factory. The level should still be there, but the job arrangement will not be as satisfactory.

Deputy Chief Engineer Qiu Guanlin thought of his previous attitude towards Li Xuewu, and his heart skipped a beat.

Such an important project arrangement is discussed by Li Xuewu with them, which naturally indicates that Li Xuewu's position in the Red Star Factory is very important.

With one word from him, this Deputy Chief Engineer of his also became a thing of the past.

Sure enough, just when they were thinking about their positions, Li Xuewu began to arrange, "The remaining technical personnel will be arranged by the factory as appropriate. We have considerations for aircraft scientific research."

He signaled Shangguan Qi, who was sitting on the side, to speak, "Young people must also shoulder important missions and responsibilities, and there will be more opportunities for you."

Shangguan Qi felt the burning gazes of her former leaders, steadied her mind, nodded, and responded, "Thank you, Deputy Director Li, I will work hard."

Sure enough! Shangguan Qi... has a thing with him! ===== CHAPTER 1151 =====