Chapter 1191: Then let

"Think about it, give my daughter a name that sounds good and is blessed—"

Li Xuewu held the child, seeing her looking at him without crying or making a fuss, and occasionally smiling, the more he looked, the more he liked her.

"We all have the surname Li, and the five elements belong to fire."

He thought while saying in the expectant eyes of everyone: "The girl was born on June 29, located in the Northeast..."

"What time and day was she born exactly?"

"Acting like a real thing—"

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him with a smile, her teasing tone not without a reminder.

Li Wenbiao had no culture and was careless, but Mai Qinglan was a cultured person.

It was understandable to be picky about naming the first child, but it didn't mean she lost the ability to distinguish between good and bad names.

Another thing, Mai Qinglan's parents were here. Even if Old Biao Zi didn't have the intention to ask his parents to name the child, it wasn't necessary to ask Li Xuewu to name it.

In these years, five elements, eight trigrams, birth dates, etc., were all taboo, fearing to invite disaster.

So she didn't say it clearly in front of everyone, but she was afraid he would fall into embarrassment.

If he really named it, not to mention whether it sounded good, what if the parents were dissatisfied?

Out of Li Xuewu's face, they would have to use it, but the couple would eventually have to squabble.

So she joked about this, which could be considered paving a way for Li Xuewu.

If the naming went smoothly, everyone would be happy. If it didn't go smoothly, as she said, it would be a joke.

Biao Zi didn't hear the deep meaning in her words, and only seriously reported the child's birth date to Li Xuewu.

Mai Qinglan glanced over here, obviously hearing the numbers.

As for Mai Qinglan's parents, they were originally in their son-in-law's house, so it was not easy to speak.

The son-in-law didn't think about asking them to name the child. Even if he did, they couldn't name it.

According to the customs of these years, there was no such thing as maternal grandfather and grandmother naming the child, otherwise it would mean there was no one in the man's family.

So the two old ones just sat there watching the brothers huddle together to study the name.

"Hmm, then we have to use fire-attribute characters."

Li Xuewu knew Zhou Wang Yamei's words had meaning, but he was confident. At this moment, sitting on the chair, holding the child in his arms, his fingers were calculating, really like a great immortal.

"Family members speak family words, I have a count of what my brother looks like."

In Biao Zi's expectation, he calculated it but didn't say the name immediately, but said this.

"Hahaha—"

Everyone in the room laughed together, especially in coordination with Biao Ge's appearance, everyone joked around.

"Fortunately, I see the girl looks like Qinglan!"

After Li Xuewu said this, everyone laughed even louder.

Biao Zi glared at the boys, and he couldn't help laughing himself.

He bowed to Li Xuewu and said: "Brother, stop teasing your brother—"

"Hahaha, easy to say, easy to say."

Li Xuewu was also happy today, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and his brother having a child.

After a few jokes, he continued: "My daughter must be beautiful when she grows up, self-respecting, self-loving, confident, and independent."

Everyone stopped playing and listened carefully, seeing him say this.

Obviously, this was about naming, first saying wishes, saying hopes, saying blessings and expectations.

"Not only beautiful and decent, but also learned and talented, clever, sensitive, and successful in career..."

Who doesn't like to hear auspicious words and beautiful words, and who doesn't hope for their children to become dragons?

Originally, there was still a heart hanging, very afraid that Biao Zi's respected Wu Ge would casually name one, making her have to make a choice.

Originally, there was no talk of asking Wu Ge to name the child today, it was Li Wenbiao's own decision.

But the words had been said, she could have diverted the topic for ordinary people, but not for Li Xuewu.

Li Wenbiao loved her very much and followed her in everything in life, but he didn't dare to touch this minefield of respect for Li Xuewu at all.

Fortunately, although Li Xuewu didn't refuse, he didn't say it casually.

Listening to him consider from the angles of five elements and birth date, his words were logical.

Especially the wishes and expectations spoken, integrated into one character, it must be such a beautiful text.

The characters left by the ancestors have this connotation, which is more temperature than the coldness of English letters.

The more serious Li Xuewu spoke, the more serious Biao Zi and Mai Qinglan became.

"Let's choose the character 'Qi'."

Without waiting for everyone to ask, he pointed at the water in the rice bowl and wrote this character on the table.

While writing, he said: "Fire-wood combination, tough temperament, good patience, high-reaching thoughts, promising future."

"'Qi'—Li Qi—"

Biao Zi recited it, took the child from Wu Ge's hand and looked at her, already having a smile on his face.

His cultural level was only enough to recognize this character, and anything else was a waste.

Since Wu Ge said it was good, it must be good.

Because he believed that anyone could harm him, except Wu Ge.

So, he had already set this name for his daughter in his heart, and hoped that his daughter would be as Wu Ge said... good.

Don't ask, he couldn't remember what Wu Ge just said, and couldn't understand it, anyway, it was... good!

"The age of silk and brocade..."

Mai Qinglan also felt it was okay when she heard this character, and was thinking about the meaning of this name.

The character 'Qi' comes from the idiom "age of silk and brocade," meaning young and beautiful like silk fabric.

Thinking of her daughter, wasn't she her most precious treasure like silk? This name seemed very suitable.

"The Shu monk holds green silk, descending from Emei Peak—"

Mai Xiaotian recited a poem by Li Bai, nodded slowly, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"I remember the Tang Hedong King (He Wang) was also named this, right?"

"Hedong King? Living in Hedong?"

Biao Zi was stunned and asked: "What kind of wind is Emei Peak?"

"And Li Wan's cousin in 'Dream of the Red Chamber' is also named Li Qi—"

Hu Huilan was thinking about it, and seeing that her son-in-law didn't understand what her husband said, she was afraid that her daughter and son-in-law would care, so she added a sentence.

"Age of silk and brocade, clever, beautiful and generous, quite good."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's called Li Qi."

Mai Xiaotian was interrupted by his wife, and knew he didn't say the right topic, and smiled and followed the trend.

Mai Qinglan didn't care about her parents' words. She recited it a few times in her heart and felt it was really suitable, so she took the initiative to thank him.

"Many thanks to Wu Ge, I chose for several days, and Biao Zi was also worried."

"Thanks for what, Biao Zi's daughter is my daughter."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile, pulled the child's hand and said: "You must grow up like your mother, it will be troublesome if you follow your dad."

"Hahaha—"

Everyone laughed out loud, and he joked: "Give her a nickname, call her Tiger Girl, grow in reverse."

Dinner was very lively. Li Xuewu rarely came once, and Biao Zi prepared very fully.

At the end of August, it was the time for vegetable supply and rich meat. There was no shortage of delicacies on the table.

This kid was ugly and short and fat, but he was a proper material for a cook.

When he was at home, he learned a lot from Sha Zhu. After coming to Steel City, he set up a stall alone and did a lot of cooking on the wharf.

He said, as long as the materials are sufficient, even if your craftsmanship is poor, someone will eat it.

However, to be honest, the big brother is not short of money, nor people, so naturally he has to be on the mouth.

Looking at it, he was fatter than when Li Xuewu came last time.

However, in the Northeast, his physique and appearance could hold the line, and Wen Saner wouldn't be able to bluff people.

After dinner, the women were cleaning up in the room, while the men were chatting about things by the window on the second floor.

Zhou Changli still had that sloppy virtue, but his personality had become much steadier.

Perhaps he had heard a lot about what happened in Beijing, so he must have thought a lot in his heart.

Sitting there, he rarely spoke, and had an attitude of doing things.

As for Old Si Quan Yongcheng and Old Wu Guan Yongqiang, they were sixteen or seventeen years old, and it was inevitable that they would be jumpy, but they were also in the process of learning and growing.

Boys of this age are most admiring of the strong, as long as they can be admired in life, they are particularly obedient.

Especially after experiencing the bitterness of wandering, the time of living and working in the recycling station became their sweetest memory.

"Still reading and studying?"

Li Xuewu didn't smoke, so he sat in the windward position, looking at Old Si and Old Wu.

The two didn't expect Wu Ge to ask them first, and felt quite flattered.

"Read less, no time."

Old Si was a bit honest, smiled and explained: "After finishing the day's work, I just want to sleep when I lie down, don't even want to wash my feet."

"Me too—"

Old Wu followed Old Si's words and smiled embarrassedly, adding: "It's not very convenient to read here, have to grope to find."

"You are still young, you have to learn and read more."

Li Xuewu didn't mean to criticize them, and said with a smile: "The time and energy to read depend on self-discipline and perseverance."

"This time is like a man's urine, squeeze it and there will always be some."

"Haha—hahaha—"

Quan Yongcheng and others laughed, and Zhou Changli couldn't help covering his face and laughing.

"Wu Ge's words are very thorough!"

Biao Zi held a cigarette in his hand, walking around the room, saying as he walked: "Hey! This truth cannot be mysterious."

"You just say what this Emei Peak is, I don't understand it very well, but if you say the girl is beautiful, I understand."

"Stop talking nonsense—"

Li Xuewu knew that the big brother didn't mean to arrange his father-in-law, it was just words leading to words.

It was just that he was unscrupulous, it didn't matter in private with his wife, but he couldn't say that in front of his brothers.

First, it was disrespectful to his father-in-law, and second, he didn't take his wife seriously.

"Although worldly wisdom is learning, and human feelings are articles," he looked at Old Si and Old Wu and said: "But these worldly affairs and human feelings are too difficult to learn."

"Without experiencing certain hardships and twists and turns, it is difficult to learn profound truths from things, but books are different."

He pointed at the two and said: "Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will appear."

"If you understand the knowledge in the book, you can think ahead when doing things."

"I know, Wu Ge."

Old Si and Old Wu looked at each other, sat up straight and responded in unison.

"According to my meaning, you should have studied at home for at least four or five years before being released to do things."

Li Xuewu said with some regret: "Who would have thought that our cause is getting better and better, and your Biao Ge is getting more and more promising."

"Talk about them, talk about them—"

Biao Zi didn't dare to let Wu Ge praise him. If he praised him, something would happen.

Because he praised him first, and then he would clean him up. The more he praised, the fiercer he scolded.

He had left a shadow in front of Wu Ge.

So hearing Wu Ge's words turn, he hurriedly turned it back.

"Hehehe—"

Zhou Changli laughed softly on the side, thinking Biao Ge was the most fun at this time.

"No way, time to use people."

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to Biao Zi, looked at Old Si and Old Wu and said: "Precisely because you are young, your potential is infinite."

"Learn one more point at this time, accumulate one more point, your growth speed will be faster, and your future will be more excellent."

He said sincerely: "Since you have been released, it is trust in your ability, and you must be well cultivated to do big things."

"Start from small things now, learn to do, listen and watch more, and also persist in cultural learning."

Li Xuewu tapped the rattan chair armrest with his finger and said: "I believe you have all heard that the Red Star Factory is undergoing personnel changes."

"Including workers in the workshop and cadres in the organ, now more attention is paid to ability, age, and education."

He raised his hand, pointed at Old Si and Old Wu, and said: "Red Star Factory is like this, other industries in the future, and all walks of life in society are the same, paying more attention to cultural foundation."

"Your current degree of effort determines how far you can go in the future, do you know?"

"Listen carefully—"

Biao Zi pretended to be serious and pointed at the two like Wu Ge, saying: "I'm finished in this life, I have to rely on you to take care of me in the future."

"Ah, dare not, dare not—"

Old Si and Old Wu knew Biao Ge liked to joke, but they still didn't dare to answer this.

Seeing them stand up and wave their hands politely, Biao Zi patted their shoulders and said: "Sit down, sit down, all brothers."

"Hahaha—"

Zhou Changli looked at Biao Ge with amusement, and looked at Li Xuewu curiously.

He naturally heard Li Xuewu's name when he was a child, the little bully of Jiaodaokou, the name of a chain sweeping a street was very loud.

But look at him now, although not to the point of full of "Zhihu Zheye," every sentence is inseparable from reading and culture.

Do you dare to believe that this is the former bully of Jiaodaokou?

Biao Ge is still that virtue, but the Jianghu atmosphere is less, and the cunning style of merchants is more.

A whole piece of rolled meat, came to Steel City to take over Third Uncle's class, that is really hard when it should be hard, and soft when it should be soft.

Willing to let go, able to take out, this is the evaluation of Biao Ge on the Steel City road.

If you say you can't mix anymore, can't afford to eat, as long as you go to the river wharf and mention Biao Ge, you will definitely have a bite to eat.

No matter if it's carrying long work or unloading grain ships, as long as you are willing to sell your strength, you can live here.

Since ancient times, the wharf has been a Jianghu place, a place of real knife-edge licking blood and killing life.

But how many Jianghu heroes and wealthy tycoons walked out from here.

Therefore, heroes don't ask about their origin, and hooligans don't ask about their age.

Biao Ge has a number in Steel City because the environment needs it, and his temperament is like this.

Being four seas for people, happy to do good, and not caring about money, the fame and wealth naturally roll in.

Then you say Biao Ge is so beautiful, does he care about learning and culture?

This is a fart question. If Biao Ge didn't care about culture, why did he have to find a college student as his wife!

Everyone knows that with Biao Ge's ability at that time, he could pick at will in the hutong, and definitely find a good wife.

However, he didn't look at any of them, and stared at the college student with high culture.

Do you dare to say he doesn't care about culture?

Others don't know, but which brother on the wharf doesn't know that Biao Ge also has to study at night.

As long as there is no social engagement, the sister-in-law will force him to study and read, and sometimes scold him.

So don't look at him teasing Old Si and Old Wu, that's purely nonsense, just like Wu Ge, the more serious he speaks, the less serious he is.

In this system of the recycling station, cultural level is absolutely the top priority.

How many college students are there in ordinary units? Look at the recycling station, there are at least three.

Sister Zhou, who is in charge of personnel work, is also a college student. Who dares to say this is a grass-roots team?

According to Biao Ge, Shen Guodong, who is in charge in Beijing, has been inspected by the organization and has been registered in the street.

What is this? This is gold plating.

Zhou Changli has lived so long, you say his age is small, but he finally has some knowledge.

But he didn't dare to think that these people could join the organization.

What are they all? Big hooligans, and they have started to learn how to be a person and do things.

Do you dare to believe it? He saw it and didn't dare to believe it.

"Changli is junior high school culture?"

Li Xuewu finished talking about Old Si and Old Wu, and looked at Zhou Changli, asking with a smile: "Finished reading?"

"Mixed, all mixed down."

Zhou Changli pinched the cigarette in his hand somewhat embarrassedly, and came back to his senses from his contemplation.

He smiled and said: "I can't compare to you, and I don't have Biao Ge's good wife, and I don't have the perseverance of Yongcheng and them."

"I am now following Sister Zhou to be responsible for personnel management, just touched the doorway, and am still learning."

"Hmm, look at personal pursuit, and also look at personal ability and potential."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "I am not forcing you to learn and become a talent, I want you to have greater development."

"Entering the factory, entering the unit, don't think about it. What you are doing now is not bad for food and drink, not less than what the unit earns, right?"

"That is, that is—"

Zhou Changli nodded with a smile and said: "Last time I returned to Beijing, a neighbor bragged to my dad, saying that his son earned thirty-two yuan a month after becoming a regular."

"My dad is honest, and didn't care about what others said. I was angry, and gave my dad five hundred yuan in front of the other party when I left."

The personnel work of the recycling station is in the hands of Zhou Wang Yamei, and Zhou Changli is helping her.

Compared to Zhou Wang Yamei sitting at home to handle office work, Zhou Changli not only has to run more places, but also has to go to the ship to check with the ship.

Sometimes he will go to various places to recruit workers, send wages to workers' homes, etc., which is very hard.

So Biao Ge set his salary not low, and there are some subsidies for traveling with the ship.

It is a thousand gold to buy a horse bone, setting an example for those kids from Beijing.

Fewer people came from Beijing in these few months, because the people on the ship had already been recruited almost enough.

Li Xuewu told Ji Weidong that he had arranged for him to find a relationship with the maritime department and recruited many retired sea soldiers.

Dongfeng Shipping is a proper unit, and the treatment is very appropriate, of course, it has the conditions to settle these people.

Not to mention that the Investigation Department is endorsing here, the relationship doesn't need to be investigated to be clear.

Li Xuewu could see that Zhou Changli still had some hot blood of young people, but not much left.

Seeing more of the world, experiencing more people and things, and handling more money, people will become mature.

"Save some money, and hurry up to arrange it if you can coordinate a house in Beijing."

He nodded, didn't care about his self-satisfaction of showing off wealth, but exhorted him: "There is only one old father in the family to support, you are the most promising child." 【

He nodded, not minding the self-satisfaction of showing off wealth, but exhorted him, "With only an old father supporting the family, you can be considered the most promising child."

"Heh, isn't it because you think highly of me," Zhou Changli had also become smooth; he smiled and said, "Giving me this opportunity to make a future with Brother Biao."

"It's nothing, brother—"

Lao Biaozi finished teasing Lao Si and Lao Wu, and this time he patted Zhou Changli on the shoulder and said, "Work hard this year, and next year brother will get you another sister-in-law."

"Sure, one is too few, let's get three—"

It was a coincidence that Mai Qinglan, who was in confinement, walked over carrying a plate of watermelon.

She didn't pay attention to Lao Biaozi's sudden change of face and flattering smile, and exchanged polite remarks with Li Xuewu and the others, who were holding back laughter.

As she walked back, she glanced at Lao Biaozi and said, "Get four, then we won't be short one for mahjong, right?"

"Look at you, we were just joking around, you have to butt in on everything—"

It was truly difficult for Lao Biaozi, having to show the authority of the head of the household while also explaining the words humbly.

"Is the 'Coachman' plan going smoothly?"

As he was being seen off by Lao Biaozi's family, Li Xuewu took advantage of the small talk between Zhou Wang Yamei and the others to ask one more question by the car.

Lao Biaozi glanced at his family and replied softly, "It's going quite smoothly. Raising chickens is for the sake of eggs; I know how to make trade-offs."

"Don't be afraid to spend money, but don't let them get too fat."

Li Xuewu patted his brother's arm and taught him seriously, "If they get fat, they'll fly away; if they fly away, it's all for nothing."

"Always keep them from starving, but never let them get their fill," his eyes carried a hint of ruthlessness, "This place is hard to survive in. Don't hesitate when it's time to act, and you must pay attention to safety."

"Understood, I value my life—"

Lao Biaozi smiled and said, "When the child gets a bit older, I'll have Qinglan take the child back to Beijing to live; I'll be at ease then."

"Don't say scary things; I don't need you to risk your life."

Li Xuewu glared at him and instructed in a low voice, "You must do a good job of protection and isolation; don't bring fire upon yourself."

"Understood, I've already prepared someone to take the fall; it's far away from me."

Lao Biaozi wasn't stupid; this wasn't his first day doing this job, and he was mentally prepared.

He said softly, "The person is in Fengcheng, connected by a single line; I know where his home is."

"That's good—"

Li Xuewu looked his brother over, patted his arm again, and said, "You're a man with a family now; think more for your loved ones when you do things, and don't act recklessly."

"Mm-hmm, don't you worry," Lao Biaozi smiled and said, "Why don't you give this 'thunder' in my hand a code name?"

He smiled mischievously and said, "It's quite interesting; we chat privately and all say you're the most professional."

"Are you talking nonsense again?"

Li Xuewu patted his big, fat face amusedly, smiled, opened the car door, gestured toward the upstairs, and said, "Since you don't know what 'Emeifeng' means, then let's call it 'Emeifeng'."

"Uncle, I like the storybooks you gave me."

Returning to the Guanshan Road villa in the evening, Fu Zhidong was still very excited; today was truly full of surprises.

When Mom came to pick him up from kindergarten in the afternoon, she said Uncle had come from Beijing and was going to take them to visit Uncle Biao's house tonight.

He was already very happy that Uncle had come, and upon hearing that he could go out to play, he was even more overjoyed.

When he returned in the evening and Uncle took out the gifts he had brought him from the car, he was so excited he couldn't sleep at all.

Two large boxes of comic books, plus storybooks with illustrations, so many, many of them, and a large box of snacks.

Those snacks were ones he had never seen before, the kind not even the supply and marketing cooperative had.

He was so happy, lying on the living room sofa, resting on Uncle's lap, looking at the storybook in his hand.

It felt a bit like a dream; he really wanted to laugh.

"A project Guodong is doing with the First Prison."

Seeing Zhou Wang Yamei help him fetch foot-washing water, Li Xuewu took off his socks and explained, "The full set hasn't been printed yet; this is just a part of it."

"When they're all printed, Uncle will bring you more."

After explaining to Zhou Wang Yamei, he made a promise to his godson.

Fu Zhidong was naturally happy that Uncle had brought him gifts; he jumped up with a smile and wanted to help Uncle wash his feet.

"Read your book," Zhou Wang Yamei took Li Xuewu's socks and said to her son, "When Uncle finishes washing his feet, it'll be time for you to sleep."

"I still want to read for a while longer—"

Fu Zhidong's voice carried a plea, "It's not easy for Uncle to come once; I want to spend more time with him."

"Uncle is coming back tomorrow, aren't you going to kindergarten tomorrow?"

Zhou Wang Yamei looked back at her son from the bathroom and said, "If you sleep late, you won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

"I can get up—"

Fu Zhidong squeezed toward his godfather stubbornly, not forgetting to clutch the storybook in his hand.

"When I finish washing my feet, Uncle will accompany you upstairs to read."

Li Xuewu smiled, touched his godson's head, and whispered in his ear, "Without Mom, just the two of us."

"Okay—"

Fu Zhidong smiled in surprise, then opened the storybook and pointed it out to his godfather, saying, "Then you help me tell the story."

"No problem, I'm the best at telling stories."

Li Xuewu deliberately said softly, "I'll tell it until you fall asleep."

"Hehe—"

Having received the promise, Fu Zhidong couldn't help but laugh out loud; he rolled over on the sofa and squeezed his small feet into the basin next to Li Xuewu's.

"Giggle—"

The little boy's voice was crisp; he was at the age where he loved to play.

Having lacked fatherly love in the past and living with his mother, it was inevitable that he would have some repression.

But after experiencing the life-and-death separation from his biological father, the child seemed to have transformed.

Mainly because Li Xuewu gave him enough sense of security, and he had started kindergarten and made more good friends.

Especially since the mother and son no longer had to worry about life and the future, their days naturally brightened, and his personality became normal.

Li Xuewu's large feet had his godson's small feet on them; the two sat there whispering secrets, which Zhou Wang Yamei found annoying on the surface, but was very happy about in her heart.

She could provide her son with a life free from worry about food and clothing, but she couldn't give him the fatherly love and sense of security he needed to grow.

How could she not know that her son was secretly calling Li Xuewu 'Dad' in private? But she just pretended not to know.

This was the child's instinct to seek protection and reliance, and a choice of personality; forced interference would only be counterproductive.

So she played dumb in her heart and cooperated with the two of them on the surface, adding a bit more joy to this house.

"Is it because you had Li Shu that you have this patience?"

Seeing Li Xuewu enter from the door, Zhou Wang Yamei asked curiously while sitting on the bed, "Or do you have a natural affinity for children?"

"I don't know if it's natural, but my patience definitely wasn't honed by Li Shu."

Li Xuewu kicked off his slippers and got on the bed, saying, "When Li Shu was brought home, it was mostly my parents and sister-in-law who took care of her. I was already working at the factory then, so where would I have had the time?"

"But it's true that children like me," he leaned against the head of the bed and asked Zhou Wang Yamei, "Have I told you about the first time I met Li Shu?"

"Actually, thinking about it now, it's still quite heart-palpitating."

Seeing Zhou Wang Yamei shake her head, Li Xuewu sighed and said, "Her father was holding her under the train, and we were about to walk past when she meowed at me a couple of times."

"When I took her from her father's hands, she didn't cry, she just smiled at me. I felt then that this child and I were destined."

"Do you plan to tell her these things?"

Zhou Wang Yamei leaned into his arms, reached out to hug his waist, and asked, "After she grows up."

"It might not necessarily be after she grows up," Li Xuewu stroked her hair, looking at the night view outside the window reflected by the bedside lamp, and said, "You also know that children are very sensitive."

"Perhaps when she starts elementary school, she will discover how she is different from other children, whether it's her skin color, facial features, or hair color."

He looked down at Zhou Wang Yamei and said, "I will try my best to give her the most comfortable environment and the warmest home until she really needs the truth."

"Maybe it's thirteen, maybe fifteen, maybe eighteen, as long as she really needs it."

"You are a good person—"

Zhou Wang Yamei tightened her grip, hugged him, and said, "I can feel it, your warm heart—sincere, kind, and reliable."

Li Xuewu's words were not only about Li Shu, but also about her.

If he could take such meticulous care of Li Shu, how much more so for her and her son?

"I have never expected others to call me a good person, because it's too absolute."

Li Xuewu patted her shoulder, hugged her, and said, "There are too many things in this world that are unpredictable."

"All I can do is protect myself and those around me in the most secure way within my capabilities."

"That is more than enough—"

Zhou Wang Yamei sniffed the scent on him and burrowed into the crook of his arm, as if she too were looking for something to rely on.

Li Xuewu lowered his head, smiled at her, and said, "Do you want to give a good person some reward?"

"What reward?"

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled and said, "A good person doing good deeds doesn't expect a return, so there is no reward."

"Then I won't be a good person anymore; I want to be a bad person—"

Li Xuewu turned over, pressed her beneath him, and bit toward her like a hungry dog.

"Ah—hahaha—ticklish—"

Zhou Wang Yamei strained her neck, but her hands didn't push him away; instead, they hugged his neck even tighter.

Just like her initiative, this was a tight embrace of fate's arrangement.

"You didn't stay here last night?"

Jing Yunong came downstairs and encountered Li Xuewu, who was walking into the lobby; her gaze scanned him like a radar.

Li Xuewu nodded naturally and said, "Went to Biaozi's place to see my niece."

"Li Wenbiao? He had a daughter?"

Jing Yunong knew Lao Biaozi; she hadn't received little help from him when she was presiding over the acquisition case of the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng.

The Red Star Factory's investigation and acquisition team had arrived in Fengcheng first, and she had received the news temporarily, rushing over while accelerating her schedule.

Not to mention the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng, she didn't even have a systematic understanding of Fengcheng itself.

And as soon as she got off the train at Fengcheng Station, someone came over to greet her and also delivered documents to her.

This person was none other than Li Wenbiao, who had arrived in Fengcheng in advance.

She naturally wouldn't refuse the other party's good intentions, because Li Xuewu had already greeted her in advance.

And Li Xue naturally knew Li Wenbiao; after a brief contact between the two sides, during the subsequent acquisition process, whenever there was something inconvenient, the other party would find a way to investigate it clearly.

Let's put it this way: Jing Yunong was able to successfully take over the team on her second day in Fengcheng and carry out work in an orderly manner, which was truly thanks to that document.

Everything that was on the table and behind the scenes at the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng was reflected in the materials.

Jing Yunong used these to investigate and preside over the negotiations, truly seizing the First Machinery Factory's fatal weakness.

With the active assistance of Liaodong Industry, the progress of the matter was very smooth, which also gave her the time and energy to attend to the problems in Beijing.

Old Li sent her out to dig up the roots, so she naturally had to be vigilant.

Being able to quickly get away from Fengcheng, while occupying the First Machinery Factory, and also decisively taking down the Trade Management Center and the United Savings Bank, showed the influence of this help on her.

Li Huai De played the 'drive the tiger to swallow the wolf' game, letting Cheng Kaiyuan take the tertiary industry, but Jing Yunong and Li Xuewu took the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng.

Who is presiding over the work at the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng now?

It is Xiao Zihong, the deputy director of the Production Management Office; there's no need to introduce who this person is.

So Li Xue suspected that her second brother and Deputy Director Jing had been flirting recently, and there was definitely something going on.

The two of them sang a duet, one singing and one harmonizing, playing the people in the agency in the palm of their hands; she had seen it all.

Li Xuewu withdrew from the United Industry, United Savings Bank, tertiary industry, and Trade Management Center, but he didn't withdraw completely.

Jing Yunong accepted these; it seemed to be weakening Li Xuewu, but in reality, these two played a trick of 'left hand pours to right hand'.

I'm afraid even Li Huai De couldn't have imagined what kind of involvement Li Xuewu and Jing Yunong had, to allow them to possess this kind of tacit understanding.

On the surface, the power of both Li Xuewu and Jing Yunong had been weakened, and Cheng Kaiyuan's power had increased.

But in reality?

Jing Yunong had already stuck to him, and Li Huai De was still pushing hard from behind, helping to add to the fun?

Now the cooperative relationship between Jing Yunong and Li Xuewu was even closer and even more obscure; this was something Li Huai De could never have imagined.

He had calculated that Jing Yunong and Li Xuewu hadn't fallen out as badly as they seemed, but he hadn't calculated that the two of them were in such deep collusion.

This time, Li Xuewu and her coordinated a combined battle in Beijing, which truly let her see the necessity of having people below.

Originally, after ending the case of the First Machinery Factory in Fengcheng, she was going to invite the other party to a private dinner.

But Li Wenbiao declined through Li Xue, only saying that after arriving in Steel City, they could contact each other whenever there was something inconvenient.

Of course, Jing Yunong didn't have his contact information; was that just a polite remark?

It really wasn't, because Li Xue was still there.

Who is Li Xue? Behind her is whose relationship? There's no need to say. As long as her relationship with Li Xuewu remained, she really had special assistance in Fengcheng and Steel City.

One couldn't really say how important or necessary this kind of assistance was.

But one had to admit that there were some things that really needed such people to do.

If you asked her to lower her face and status to conduct on-site inspections and visits, she wouldn't dare.

If she let others go, the news would be flying everywhere.

Therefore, this time coming to Fengcheng, she truly felt Li Xuewu's energy.

It was definitely not as simple as what he showed at the Red Star Factory or the Third Guard Regiment.

Just seeing Jing Yunong being unconsciously gentle and tactful in front of him, and seeing the lack of seriousness and the increase in emotion during their conversation, one knew how "formidable" Li Xuewu was.

Hearing Li Xuewu mention Biaozi, she naturally thought of this person.

"You were so sneaky about this good thing, why didn't you tell me?"

Jing Yunong scolded him, saying, "I wanted to thank him last time I came, but I never had the chance."

"Thanking me is the same—"

Li Xuewu, in front of Li Xue, said very openly and jokingly, "Why don't you invite me to a meal later."

"I'll invite you to eight—"

Jing Yunong rolled her eyes at him and said, "There's an organizational talk today, remember to pay attention, the factory side..."

Her words became vague here, but Li Xuewu had already understood.

The two of them said a word in the lobby, then stepped aside; Jing Yunong was going to eat breakfast, and he was going upstairs to change his clothes.

Zhou Wang Yamei wanted to help him wash them last night, but he didn't let her.

It was already past nine when he got home, washing his feet and bathing, and after all the tossing and turning, it was almost eleven when he lay on the bed.

If he had washed his clothes again, they might not have dried by the next day, not to mention that after excessive fatigue, where would he have the strength to do anything else?

Without the strength to truss a chicken, that would be... you know.

So you can see Li Xuewu's consideration and tenderness, right?

"Leader, news from the factory."

Li Xuewu had just finished his talk with Yao Huiying, the leader of the Steel City Management Group, when Peng Xiaoli came over.

"They said the higher-ups decided to launch a thorough investigation into what happened last week, and the relevant investigation team has already been dispatched."

He was worried that the news would be too shocking, so he spoke in a lower voice, "The relevant personnel have already been placed under isolation and investigation..."

"Hmm, I know—"

Li Xuewu was not surprised by this news; it had been expected.

The matter had been blown up so big and so passively; who knows how much reputation and actual interest the foreign affairs side would lose.

This matter was definitely not the affair of one or two people; Ji Yuxiu had already come to ask him about it in advance.

It was clear that quite a few people had heard the wind in advance; some blind or ulterior-motivated people were harboring evil intentions, and this time they were surely going to suffer.

So, Zhao Xia didn't die unjustly at all.

Historical Hook: Please elaborate on the impact of the Beijing foreign affairs incident on foreign affairs work, and its impact on the Red Star Factory's foreign work.

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