Chapter 1217: There are ten lotus flowers in the lake

"You like playing tennis?"

Zhang Li Haiyang finally waited for Zhou Zhou Xiaobai at the club's tennis court.

He came with Li Li Yuanchao. As soon as he heard Zhou Zhou Xiaobai was back, he followed.

Why come to find Zhou Zhou Xiaobai?

Because he had heard that Zhong Zhong Yuemin had bought Zhou Zhou Xiaobai a motorcycle.

This made him furious. They were all in the circle of old soldiers; who didn't know who?

Zhong Zhong Yuemin's pockets were the same as his; what was there to show off?

They had been busy for several months, so naturally, they had earned money, and buying a motorcycle wasn't difficult.

But that depends on how you say it; after all, they were supporting a large group of brothers.

Out of ten yuan earned, six had to be distributed, and he could only take four.

And out of these four yuan, he still had to take out one or two to maintain appearances, like barbecue and Old Mo's.

Without appearances, who would hang out with you!

So, from September to now, for more than three months, they had sold seafood for two months and electrical appliances for more than a month, but their pockets were still not rich.

He knew very well that if Zhong Zhong Yuemin wanted to buy a motorcycle, he would definitely empty his family's savings.

They were operating the same business; everyone knew who earned more and who earned less. What did emptying the family savings mean?

You're playing a showdown with me, aren't you!

You're so generous, but it sets me, Zhang Li Haiyang, off as stingy. Is it that I don't spend money on Zhou Xiaobai?

Fortunately, Zhou Zhou Xiaobai looked down on this and didn't want Zhong Zhong Yuemin's motorcycle.

Of course, he only found out about this later.

Seeing Zhou Zhou Xiaobai riding a motorcycle, his heart almost shattered, but Li Li Yuanchao explained it to him.

So, he felt even more that the goddess was pure.

Last time, regarding the theater tickets, he almost caused a misunderstanding, but fortunately, he didn't act impulsively.

With a heart full of guilt and love for the goddess, and expectation for that purity, he wanted to move the goddess with sincerity, to move Zhou Xiaobai with true love.

(Actually, he just didn't want to showdown.)

Nonsense, after working hard for three months, it wasn't easy to save a few hundred yuan. To really throw it all out at once, how painful it would be. Anyway, he wouldn't do that.

And facts proved that this trick didn't work on Zhou Zhou Xiaobai; the goddess didn't like material enjoyment.

So Zhong Zhong Yuemin failed miserably; it was exactly the right time for him to perform.

So... he came, he came, he came walking with a gift.

"Li Haiyang, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai was resting, having swung her racket for more than half an hour with Luo Yun, covered in sweat.

The tennis court was outdoors, but there was a wind-sheltered, sunny resting area on the side of the court.

Wearing short sleeves definitely wouldn't work, but in the weather of early December, a thermal layer plus a tracksuit was definitely enough to handle it; after all, it would be warm once moving.

Referring to foreign sportswear, Li the Tailor redesigned it, adding quite a few Chinese-style elements.

Actually, at this time, the concept of "Chinese style" wasn't particularly emphasized, but when Li Li Xuewu emphasized and requested it while designing and sewing clothes for the four seasons, he also had his own ideas.

This was a special attempt at his own creativity and ideas in the subsequent redesign and design of administrative suits and sportswear, which was very popular.

Li Li Xuewu had told him that sportswear also had scientific technology, from materials to workmanship and tailoring of key parts, and specifically to the fit of the size.

The greatest expectation and meaning of Li the Tailor's life might be the sewing factory in the First Detention Center.

Here, he became a teacher respected by everyone, experienced the joy of designing and making clothes, and had foreign magazines and fresh things.

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai was wearing this set now; whether it was the style or the workmanship, it definitely didn't lose to imported goods.

The only gap might be the materials, which couldn't be helped; the industrial foundation was like that.

On the white tracksuit, there were several red-style decorations, plus the tightened cuffs...

Zhang Li Haiyang didn't understand what "youth" was, nor did he understand what "sports style" was; he just felt Zhou Xiaobai was fashionable.

"Heard from Li Yuanchao that you were back."

He walked into the court with a smile and handed the gift box in his hand over.

"This is...? For me?"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai took the gift box blankly, glanced at him in surprise, and asked: "What is this?"

"Open it and see," Zhang Li Haiyang stood there, his face full of expectation.

Luo Yun glanced at him and curled her lip; no need to think, the silly dog was here to lick again.

"This is... a racket? Where did you get this!"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai opened the box, looked at the exquisite tennis racket inside, and asked in surprise: "This isn't sold in our department store, is it? Imported goods?"

"Zhou Xiaobai, you're the one; you really have a good eye!"

Zhang Li Haiyang gave a thumbs up and praised: "You saw at a glance that this isn't domestic goods."

Luo Yun, who was also curious, leaned over, looked at the foreign letters on the racket, and then listened to Zhang Li Haiyang's flattery, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

A bit excessive, isn't it—

"Where, what kind of eye do I have."

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai picked up the racket and looked at it with great interest, saying: "I've turned around every department store in the capital and Tianjin, and I haven't seen this at all."

"Where did you get it?"

She stood up, weighed it in her hand, and asked with a smile: "Do you like playing tennis too?"

"Hey, we're just playing blindly—"

Zhang Li Haiyang habitually bragged, blurted out a sentence at this moment, and then raised his hand to signal the tennis racket in Zhou Zhou Xiaobai's hand: "I'm not used to using it."

"A few days ago, we were strolling in the Friendship Store, and just happened to see this thing, so I thought of you."

"Sent to me? No, no!"

As soon as Zhou Zhou Xiaobai heard him say this, she hurriedly returned the racket to him.

"How could I take your things? This racket doesn't look cheap at all; it's too valuable."

"This was bought for you—"

Zhang Li Haiyang sent the racket back again, explaining seriously: "I'm sincerely wanting to thank you; after all, you gave me so much help."

"This... how embarrassing."

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai sized up the racket in her hand, unable to hide her liking, but was polite in her mouth.

Zhang Li Haiyang, seeing this, waved his hand happily and said: "What's there to be embarrassed about? It's not some precious thing; I'm sincerely wanting to give it to you."

"And you say it's not a precious thing!"

Luo Yun took the racket and looked at it, saying: "Not bad, Zhang Li Haiyang, you can even get into the Friendship Store. Things there aren't cheap."

"And, even if you have money, you can't get in."

She asked with an exaggerated tone: "What's up? Do you have a way? Or do you have a special connection?"

"Don't you worry about that—"

Zhang Li Haiyang was actually happy that someone pointed this out. It really wasn't easy for him to get this racket.

But the more it was like this, the more he had to act as if he didn't care, so that Zhou Zhou Xiaobai would be moved when she found out later.

When is the best time to find out?

Of course, now!

As long as someone points out the difficulty of the Friendship Store, the value and "B-grade" of his gift would be greatly enhanced. Could Zhou Zhou Xiaobai not be moved?

Thinking of the goddess being moved to tears, or smiling sweetly, the two of them confirming their romantic relationship, meeting both parents, getting married and having children...

He couldn't wait. Last time at the theater entrance, he had already thought about where their three children would go to school. Now he could handle it as soon as possible.

"Oh my, just accept it—"

Zhang Li Haiyang waved his hand generously and said: "I wasn't sure if you could use it at the time; I just heard Li Li Yuanchao mention in passing that you were playing tennis. Otherwise, I would have bought you a pair of tennis shoes too."

"Don't spend any more money," Zhou Zhou Xiaobai said very politely: "I'm already terribly embarrassed by just this racket; how could I trouble you more."

"However..."

She hesitated, looked at the racket in Luo Yun's hand, her face full of embarrassment, wanting to speak but stopping.

"What's wrong, Zhou Xiaobai?"

Zhang Li Haiyang wouldn't let his goddess be embarrassed; he took the initiative to say: "If you have something to say, just say it."

He felt that coming today was worth it; the gift was sent, and it was even more worth it.

The happiest thing was that Zhou Zhou Xiaobai really liked it and didn't mind the address he had quietly changed.

Did you hear that? I called her Zhou Xiaobai!

"It's a bit embarrassing. Where is the Friendship Store you mentioned?" Zhou Zhou Xiaobai explained vaguely: "I want to buy another one for that..."

"It's best if you can tell me how you got in; I'll just go buy it myself."

She smiled and said with a very polite tone: "And that kind of sports shoes you mentioned."

"Uh—buy another one?"

Zhang Li Haiyang was stunned for a moment, his gaze swept over Luo Yun beside him, but he got a big eye-roll from her.

That's right, no matter how good Zhou Zhou Xiaobai and Luo Yun are, there's no need to buy another racket for her, right?

That's looking at the one he sent, and then buying another one to give to whom?

"Hey! I thought it was something that made you so embarrassed; it turns out it's just such a small matter—"

Zhang Li Haiyang wanted to know who she was buying it for, so he took the initiative to offer help.

"No problem, it wasn't easy for you to come back once. I'll handle this for you!"

He looked at Zhou Zhou Xiaobai and asked: "Besides the racket, you want another pair or two pairs of tennis shoes, right?"

"Two pairs, one pair of 36?"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai asked tentatively, then walked to the chair, took out her wallet, and said: "How much money? If it's foreign exchange certificates..."

"What are you doing? What, what!"

Seeing Zhou Zhou Xiaobai go to get money, Zhang Li Haiyang felt as if he had been insulted; he was about to get anxious.

He glared at Zhou Zhou Xiaobai and questioned: "Are you not treating me as a friend anymore? Are you trying to humiliate me?"

Tennis shoes, a pair of 36s, must be for Zhou Zhou Xiaobai herself. What about the pair of 44s?

No need to guess; it must be for a man.

Thinking about the misunderstanding a few days ago, thinking Zhou Zhou Xiaobai was on a date with someone else, it turned out to be filial piety to her mother.

Thinking again that there were no men around Zhou Zhou Xiaobai, then who was this pair of shoes for?

Idiot, still need to guess? It must be for Zhou Zhou Xiaobai's father! That is, the future father-in-law!

Just now, when Zhou Zhou Xiaobai said she wanted to buy another racket, he thought of it; it must be filial piety to her father.

That's right, he couldn't wait to call her "Dad." Oh my, it's just a matter of time—

Didn't you see that she didn't object when he defined their friendship? This is progress!

Learn from this, single dogs!

"No, Li Haiyang, you misunderstood."

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai handed over five large bills and explained actively: "I know you have the ability, but that's also your favor. I'm already very grateful for the gift you gave me; how could I use your money to pay for it..."

"Are you scolding me? Zhou Xiaobai?"

Zhang Li Haiyang raised his hand, didn't take the money at all, and said very seriously: "If I take your money to buy you things, what kind of person would I become?"

"Don't, don't, hurry up and put it away!"

He waved his hand very gracefully, dodging Zhou Zhou Xiaobai while running away, saying: "Don't you worry about this matter; leave it to me. I'll bring it back in a few days."

"Li Haiyang! Come back! This money—"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai chased for a dozen steps, but Zhang Li Haiyang was determined not to take it and ran away; she shouted, but he wouldn't come back.

"Why is he like this—" she said helplessly and angrily: "It's not easy to earn some money."

Luo Yun, standing in the resting area, swung her racket, found her feel, and her expression of envy and jealousy was twisted, her mouth curled to her ears.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a good racket!"

Seeing Zhou Zhou Xiaobai come back, she clicked her tongue and said: "I guess at least twenty a pair, maybe even less."

"But looking at how deeply in love he is with you, he's really willing to spend a fortune!"

"What are you talking about," Zhou Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes and said: "We have a pure friendship."

"Didn't you hear him just say it? It's to thank me for helping him introduce business and money-making paths."

"Hmm, I really believe it—"

Luo Yun hit a ball with her new racket and replied: "Why haven't I encountered such a good thing? Is it because I'm not pretty?"

"Pfft—" Zhou Zhou Xiaobai pursed her lips and said: "You just know how to make things up. A perfectly good thing, once you say it, becomes ulterior motives."

"Oh, I'm making things up?"

Luo Yun pointed at her with her racket and said: "If Zhang Li Haiyang doesn't have feelings for you, do you believe I can eat this racket?"

"For no reason, why eat a racket!"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai avoided her challenge, snatched the racket, and tried it out; the more she looked, the more she liked it.

She knew about the Friendship Store; her mother had taken her there once, but that was only once.

Her family wasn't lacking in her food and clothing, and even before Li Li Xuewu, she hadn't spent big money.

Don't misunderstand; in Zhou Zhou Xiaobai's heart, she had long been with Li Li Xuewu; the two had already shared a quilt.

Even if they hadn't, it was Li Li Xuewu caring that she was young and protecting her reputation.

Otherwise, why would Li Li Xuewu spend money on her?

He spent so much money to support her enjoyment of life; in this year, she had spent the money of the previous eighteen years.

She had turned around every department store in the capital, and she had played with all the fashionable things.

In Teacher Wu's house in Tianjin, her room was piled with all kinds of fresh things, and she had given away countless gifts.

Only this Friendship Store, her mother was worried she would develop vanity, so she didn't allow her to use the family's certificate to go.

And she herself didn't have a channel to get a pass; you need a pass to go to the Friendship Store.

So when Zhang Li Haiyang said this, she was really tempted and wanted to go to the Friendship Store to see the excitement.

She was still young before and didn't find it easy to ask her mother for things. Now that she had the ability herself, she naturally wanted to satisfy her vanity.

"My work isn't complicated to say, but to say it's simple, it's a bit of a loss."

Li Li Xuewu sent a cigarette to Yang Jun, and Peng Peng Xiaoli, who brought the tea, helped him light it.

"Hmm, you don't smoke, right?"

Yang Jun let Peng Peng Xiaoli light his cigarette before noticing Li Li Xuewu opposite him wasn't smoking.

He took a puff, and then asked with raised eyebrows: "Did you not smoke originally, or...?"

"I smoked originally, but later I quit."

Li Li Xuewu's expression was warm, but he didn't show false politeness, and even less a social smile.

He was the same as usual.

He held his teacup and took a sip, explaining under the other's curious gaze: "At first, it was seeing Director Li quit smoking successfully, and I was deeply shocked and moved."

"At that time, I had just gotten married, and my wife heard me mention this and persuaded me to quit smoking."

"For the sake of having children, right?"

Yang Jun seemed to know this and nodded understandingly, saying: "Then you and Director Li are quite unusual; at least your willpower is very strong."

What does that mean?

Hearing him say this, Li Li Xuewu's eyebrows moved, but he didn't show surprise or doubt.

"It was very uncomfortable at first, but I was young after all, and I forgot about it when I got busy with work."

Li Li Xuewu smiled slightly and said: "Plus, having the leader as a role model, and the supervision of family members..."

He only said half of his words, then spread his hands; the following words didn't need to be said.

"Really rare, I can't quit."

Yang Jun sighed, glanced at the "Da Da Qianmen" in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's been so many years, I've said I would quit five or six times, and not once has it been successful."

"I also know smoking this thing isn't good," he shook his head helplessly and said: "But I'm different from you. The busier I am, the more I want to smoke it. Really!"

"Director Li quit smoking because of physical reasons."

Li Li Xuewu sized him up and introduced: "He took quit-smoking pills, the kind that are small, small grains; they are kept in his drawer."

"Useless, I've tried it."

Yang Jun took a puff of his cigarette, looked at him, and laughed: "Still have to rely on forced willpower. It's best to throw it in prison; it would be quit in half a year."

"If you're sincere, then I can help you." Li Li Xuewu joked: "I have acquaintances at the 'Cannon Bureau' 【Prison】; I can open a single room for you."

"Hahaha—"

I don't know what happened today, but when I got up in the morning, my right eyelid was twitching.

By the time I got to work, before my butt was even warm, Yang Jun, the leader of the working group, walked into the room.

This old kid had been stationed at the Red Star Factory for more than half a month. The two deputy leaders were busy to the point of exhaustion, but he was good; he was running around everywhere, looking around blindly.

Of course, if you say the working group is investigating secretly, Li Li Xuewu is very understanding and supportive.

But why is he shaking around here?

There was no intention to ask questions at all; the ability to chat nonsense was very well-developed.

I don't know if it was because of the office meeting last time, where I left too deep an impression on him.

Or is it that Yang Jun is more interested in my work, the projects I'm responsible for, and related businesses, and is observing me at close range?

There's no need for that, right? There are more than ten people in the working group, and more than ten people were drawn from the government offices. These days, they haven't been doing research and checking work records.

Li Li Xuewu's impression of Yang Jun can't be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad. The comments passed down from above aren't worth referring to; they're pure nonsense.

Then, what is he here for?

"Sorry, leader, excuse me—" Peng Peng Xiaoli knocked on the door, and when the two looked over, he explained: "Director Xia is here."

"Oh, Team Leader Yang is here—"

Xia Xia Zhongquan walked into the room, nodded at Li Li Xuewu, and greeted Yang Jun with a smile.

Yang Jun took the initiative to stand up and shake hands with him, and both sides introduced each other with a smile.

Xia Xia Zhongquan brought Wang Zhi, the director of the Vehicle Engineering Research Institute, and Wei Congguang, the section chief of the Logistics Planning Section.

It was obviously to talk about business, but Yang Jun was very lacking in awareness; he sat back down and didn't have the slightest intention of saying goodbye and leaving.

Of course, he was from the working group; Li Li Xuewu had no reason to avoid him, and neither did Xia Xia Zhongquan.

Old Xia just glanced at him, then started reporting the purpose of his trip.

"The Hongyun project has been set for production, and it is expected to achieve a trial operation mass production plan next month."

After saying a lot, Li Li Xuewu sat behind his desk, looking at the documents submitted by Wang Zhi.

"The supply chain side has no problems, right? Are there any problems on the passenger car factory side?"

He raised his head and looked at the few people, his attitude significantly more serious than when they were chatting just now.

"Mass production in January, pay attention to the Spring Festival holiday and the supply of raw materials and parts. You must make emergency plans and preparations."

Yang Jun was like an outsider, narrowing his eyes slightly and smoking, sizing up everyone in the room.

Of the three who came, only the chief engineer Xia Xia Zhongquan sat in the chair beside him, while Wang Zhi and Wei Congguang were standing around Li Li Xuewu's desk.

Talking about passenger car production business, Xia Xia Zhongquan was responsible for the generalities, while Wang Zhi was responsible for the details; the two cooperated to answer various questions raised by Li Li Xuewu.

It could be seen that Li Li Xuewu was very knowledgeable about this business, and could even pick out the changing parts in the project plan, and even made special inquiries.

Based on the visits and investigations these days, Yang Jun wasn't surprised by Li Li Xuewu's ability level anymore.

He was just very surprised at his prestige and status among the mid-level cadre team.

Just looking at the positions and postures of Wang Zhi and Wei Congguang, one could tell that the two were a bit afraid of Li Li Xuewu.

Interesting—

"Does the sales side know about this plan?"

Li Li Xuewu finished reading the materials, asked about production and technical aspects, and then raised his head to look at the two: "You need to cooperate."

"Yes, we are just waiting for the plan to be finalized before docking with the sales side."

Xia Xia Zhongquan took a puff of his cigarette, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, this matter won't be a problem."

"It's not a question of whether it's a problem; you need to leave time for the sales work!"

Li Li Xuewu frowned slightly, picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot water, and said: "I don't need to say how the operation was when the Antelope car was launched, right?"

"You need to give the sales department time to plan and familiarize themselves with the performance and selling points of this car."

He raised his eyebrows and said: "If it can't be sold, your talk about trial production with three shifts or two shifts is completely meaningless."

"The fundamental meaning of trial production is to take out a portion of production capacity to test the market's reaction, right?"

"Yes, I understand what you mean."

Xia Xia Zhongquan nodded and said seriously: "We will communicate with the sales side immediately, work overtime, and we will definitely be able to come up with a sales plan."

"As soon as possible, okay?"

Li Li Xuewu glanced at him; although he wasn't satisfied with this arrangement, he stopped while it was enough.

After finishing the production of Hongyun passenger cars, he turned his head to look at Wei Congguang, who hadn't spoken.

"What's your business?"

"It's still about the car collective procurement."

Wei Congguang saw that Xia Xia Zhongquan and Wang Zhi had been reprimanded, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Seeing Li Li Xuewu look over, he hurriedly reported in concise language: "The logistics side needs twenty school buses and three ambulances."

"It's the end of the year—" Li Li Xuewu curled his lip and said unhappily: "You think the financial budget is still plenty, and you want to spend the rest, right?"

"No, I know the factory's financial budget has long been empty."

Wei Congguang didn't expect Li Li Xuewu to speak so harshly, even daring to say such unspoken rules in front of the working group leaders.

Li Li Xuewu didn't care about his wandering eyes, looked at the application report in his hand, and asked: "Want Hongguang? A bit small, right? School bus or ambulance?"

"Do you know Hongguang is a 7-seater?"

He raised his head, sized up Wei Congguang suspiciously, and said: "Do you know how long it is?"

"I want to use it as an ambulance," Wei Congguang explained with a bitter face: "We really have no choice. The factory hospital has submitted reports several times."

"The original ambulance was modified from a truck; the medical conditions are not up to standard, and the reliability is still..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Li Li Xuewu already understood what he wanted to say; the car kept breaking down.

This was common; the trucks of this era were completely different from those of later generations.

Why are drivers all master mechanics? They were forced to be.

Production technology wasn't up to standard, parts wore out seriously, materials weren't qualified, etc.; if it broke, it had to be repaired.

If a transport truck broke down and delayed things, that would be one thing, but if an ambulance broke down halfway...

"Hongyun won't work; it's too small," Li Li Xuewu shook his head at him and said: "That's a light passenger vehicle, it can't meet special requirements."

"Then use Zhao Hongtu?" Wei Congguang frowned: "But... isn't it a bit too big?"

"Of course, you know it's too big."

Li Li Xuewu curled his lip, looked at Xia Xia Zhongquan, and asked: "Before Zhao Hongtu was finalized, didn't our factory have a 9-seater car?"

"Hmm, I was just thinking about this car."

Xia Xia Zhongquan nodded and took over the conversation: "But the factory gave up on the design of this car, and the Capital Automobile Factory has the intention to talk about cooperation."

"They also want to make passenger cars?"

Li Li Xuewu nodded knowingly, guessing it might be an indicator from above.

He didn't care about selling the Red Star Factory's design to the Capital Automobile Factory, as long as it didn't lose money.

"The factory hospital's demand isn't very big, three cars, right?" He looked at the hesitant Wei Congguang and smiled: "If three cars aren't enough, just say so; don't pretend here."

"I'm also a bit embarrassed—"

Wei Congguang saw the leader smile, so he smiled too and explained: "Finance is tight, after all."

"Even if it's tight, you can't be short of ambulances!"

Li Li Xuewu looked at him with amusement and anger, raised his finger to arrange for Xia Xia Zhongquan: "Look at the modification factory side; if it's convenient, modify the 9-seater prototype car into an ambulance."

"Modification isn't difficult. Is that three cars? Or..."

Xia Xia Zhongquan looked at Li Li Xuewu, then looked at Wei Congguang, hoping for an accurate number.

"Then let's start with ten cars," Li Li Xuewu made the decision: "Ten cars should be enough."

"Enough, enough—"

Wei Congguang wiped the sweat from his forehead, nodded with a smile, and said: "Ten vehicles are really useful; they're just right to replace the old clunkers."

"The ambulance matter is solved, let's talk about school buses," Li Li Xuewu opened the application report and raised his eyebrows: "You didn't write what car you're applying for?"

"I'm not sure either; our factory hasn't had school buses before."

Wei Congguang explained with a bitter face: "There are two choices now: the 12-seater Zhao Hongtu and the 45-seater Honghai."

"Zhao Hongtu isn't suitable; even if you change to children's seats, you can't seat many people."

Li Li Xuewu shook his head slightly, first rejecting the opinion of using Zhao Hongtu.

Equipping the Red Star United School with school buses isn't for students of all grades, but only for children in the nursery classes and children in the daycare centers.

Elementary school students and above need to be sent to school by their parents, or organized by the school to go to school and return home in groups, and the students form teams to take the bus.

The Red Star Factory has more than 90,000 employees, more than 50,000 in the capital, and the number of dual-employee families and newborns will reach a new high this year.

It is also from this year that the Red Star Factory's basic education began to be perfected, the teaching resources reached the best, and the relevant standards also need to be matched.

Forty-some nursery classes; if you really want to use Zhao Hongtu to send them, how many cars would you have to purchase?

Even if the automobile factory is the Red Star Factory's own, the cost can't be borne.

The key is the subsequent human management and fuel consumption, which are also major expenses.

Li Li Xuewu couldn't make a decision by patting his head; he had to fully consider the subsequent work.

"About a thousand children using cars..." He thought for a while and said to Xia Xia Zhongquan: "The Honghai passenger transport standard doesn't seem enough."

"If it's changed to children's seats," Xia Xia Zhongquan replied: "Fifteen cars should be enough; Honghai's standard capacity is 45 people."

"Hmm, I'm not talking about the seating standard."

Li Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and emphasized: "I'm talking about the vehicle operation safety standard."

"The standards for adults and children are different, and the behavioral abilities they possess are also different; this must be fully considered."

He emphasized several details and asked Wang Zhi about the difficulty of technical modification.

Wang Zhi looked at the design requirements marked by the leader on the draft paper and scratched his head, thinking carefully before saying: "Modification is no problem."

"Then modify it like this," Li Li Xuewu put down the pencil in his hand and made the decision: "The safety protection standard should be benchmarked against light armored vehicles."

He pointed at the bewildered Wei Congguang and said: "When you accept it, you must follow this standard. If it's even a little bit off, it won't do. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, I hear you!"

"Is there a need for this?"

Hearing them finish talking, Yang Jun held his teacup and looked at Li Li Xuewu in surprise, asking: "I mean the design and modification standard for school buses is set so high."

He suspected that Li Li Xuewu was deliberately showing off in front of him, or was accustomed to emphasizing unknown dangers.

Xia Xia Zhongquan glanced at him and didn't speak, but lowered his head and smoked his cigarette.

There were very few people who questioned Li Li Xuewu's arrangements.

There used to be, but now there were absolutely very few.

Wang Zhi and Wei Congguang didn't quite understand either, but they were already accustomed to Li Li Xuewu's work style.

Hearing Yang Jun ask, they all looked at Li Li Xuewu, wanting to hear the leader's explanation.

"Is the school bus safety benchmarked against light armored vehicles too high? I think it's very normal."

Li Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said very frankly: "I don't know which school bus has the future factory director, chief engineer, or chief designer of the Red Star Factory. Every child's future is precious to us and worth caring for."

"Does this damn well need to be asked?"

Li Li Xuewu led the team to the Ship Design Research Institute for research and took the initiative to inspect the research on light patrol boats.

The institute reported that the light police patrol boat was finalized and could be put into production if the acceptance was qualified.

"Go up and see! Two engines?"

He got on the prototype boat, carefully observed the two engines at the stern, and asked: "Domestic?"

"Domestic, the supply chain system was purchased from Shanghai; it should be the most advanced in the country."

The person in charge of the institute squatted down and personally introduced the relevant parameters of the engine to Li Li Xuewu.

Li Li Xuewu lay at the stern and listened very carefully; even when the person in charge talked about the fluid environment downstream of the ship, he lay on the ground, moved his body, and carefully observed under the ship.

Seeing him so serious, the person in charge didn't dare to be vague at all and explained very seriously.

Especially since the questions Li Li Xuewu asked were particularly tricky, all of which were extreme situations he could think of.

It was very obvious that Li Li Xuewu's research was absolutely not to listen to the excitement.

What kind of leader is the most terrifying?

It's this kind of leader who likes to do homework and wants to understand and study all business.

Because you can't fool him at all; data can fool people, but practical application can't.

If he catches one loophole, you can wait to die; he can make experts investigate you to death.

What kind of leader is the cutest?

The one like Director Li of the Management Committee is the cutest; he doesn't know anything about business work, so whatever you say is what it is.

"You even know ship design?"

Yang Jun saw Li Li Xuewu finish looking under the ship and took the initiative to reach out and pull him up.

Li Li Xuewu said a word of thanks, patted the dust behind him, and said: "Just know a little bit of fur."

Looking at the crying-and-laughing expression of the person in charge of the Ship Engineering Research Institute, Yang Jun didn't believe it at all.

He had heard the questions and answers just now; one was design, one was application, and the person in charge was sweating. It was obvious at a glance that Li Li Xuewu was very knowledgeable.

"This batch of ships is the first batch of orders our factory has received in the relevant field; we must treat it cautiously."

Li Li Xuewu squatted by the speedboat and looked at it again, explaining: "Tianjin Maritime needs to update its light patrol boats."

He turned his head to look at Yang Jun and continued: "I spent personal favors to get this order; we must make Maritime satisfied to get a big order."

"You're really pushing yourself—"

Yang Jun nodded, not caring about the personal connections he mentioned.

Li Li Xuewu came out for research today and was entangled by him again, unexpectedly.

Like a tail, couldn't drive him away.

"No way, so many people in the factory are waiting to start work, so many families are waiting to eat."

Li Li Xuewu patted the dust on his hands, stood up, and said to the person in charge: "This machine might not work. I'll help you contact Japanese merchants to see if we can get better technology for the engine factory to produce."

Law enforcement boats need to be fast and stable, and accidents cannot happen, so the engine must be durable.

He decided that when he went back, he would tell Old Lao Biaozi that this kind of "big fly" bought from the shipyard must be equipped with six engines; otherwise, it would definitely be caught.

"Didn't expect you to know how to play with this."

Li Li Xuewu's arms were long; when he swung the racket, it was like swinging a hammer. The speed of the tennis ball after bouncing didn't decrease at all, and it went straight at Yang Jun.

Yang Jun wasn't a wooden stick either; he dodged and moved, fortunately able to play with Li Li Xuewu.

"Good shot—"

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai, with several good sisters, stood on the side of the court and cheered loudly, as if she knew the ball very well.

Yang Jun was already panting, but he was still persisting and didn't tell Li Li Xuewu to take a break.

Li Li Xuewu was also vicious to the core; to avenge the hatred of this grandson following him for a week, today he didn't call a stop, looking like he wanted to tire the guy to death.

Anyone who knows his physical strength knows that if he really wants to be bad, two people can't hold him.

The most vicious thing wasn't this, but the little girls Zhou Zhou Xiaobai brought.

There were only two big men on the court, but there were four or five little girls. You say Yang Jun is willing to say "no"?

Today, even if he died of exhaustion on the court, he couldn't say "no"; this game had to go on.

Don't ask where Zhou Zhou Xiaobai's good sisters came from; ever since she followed Li Li Xuewu, there were as many such little sisters as she wanted.

If it weren't for caring about Li Li Xuewu's feelings, her good brothers could have brought a whole carload.

And participating in such activities was the top goal pursued by those little girls in the compound.

Examples like Ou Xin were there; as long as you follow the right big brother, isn't the future bright?

"Not a crime of war—"

It was really impossible; at first, he could still slide one or two balls, but in the end, being able to catch one or two was considered lucky. Yang Jun had to admit defeat.

He shook the sweat from his hair, took the towel handed over by a girl, covered his face, and gasped for air. After this game, he was really going to be exhausted to death.

"My equipment isn't good!"

"You're really good at finding excuses!"

It was Sunday, and Li Li Xuewu wouldn't indulge him. What kind of damn working group leader? He didn't recognize it now.

"You see those ten lotus flowers in the lake? If you like them, I advise you to pick nine."

"Grass—"

Yang Jun wasn't an idiot either. He looked back at the lotus flowers on Tuanjie Lake and almost cursed in anger.

He heard it; Li Li Xuewu was telling him that if he was bad, he should practice more, and not find excuses to talk nonsense.

"Do you play this often?"

Sizing up Li Li Xuewu's racket and shoes, the envy in his eyes couldn't be contained.

The foreign letters on the racket, the new style of the shoes, and the logo he didn't recognize—at a glance, they weren't expensive goods, and even less did they look like they were bought in a department store.

That's right, it was exactly what Zhang Li Haiyang had struggled to buy from the Friendship Store by begging his grandfather and grandmother.

He never expected that the shoes given to his father-in-law would be stepped on Li Li Xuewu's feet.

And in the eyes of Zhang Li Haiyang and others, the white shoes they couldn't bear to ruin were being stomped on hard here.

Zhou Zhou Xiaobai had insisted on giving him money, but he wouldn't take it; if he took it, wouldn't his hard work be in vain?

Besides, these two rackets and shoes cost him more than a hundred yuan.

The fifty yuan Zhou Zhou Xiaobai thought she had given too much, in his view, was a loss if he took it.

Not only did he lose face, but he also lost substance.

Just as the saying goes, what you cherish and cannot get, is under someone else's feet. ===== CHAPTER 1218 =====