Chapter 1242: The Pit Is Full

Jianghu rumors say there are three types of people you shouldn't provoke.

The elderly, women, and children.

As it turned out, the Yan family had stepped into all three pits, provoking the old woman Jia Zhangshi and the bad child Banggeng.

If it weren't for Qin Huairu suppressing them, the terrifying power of a bear child meeting a bear parent could be imagined.

Yesterday, Third Aunt Hou Qinghua had really gotten into trouble; the mother and son, who were pointing at the mulberry to scold the locust and confronting them head-on, couldn't even be managed by Qin Huairu.

Of course, it's possible Qin Huairu didn't manage them, or wanted to but it was too late.

Banggeng and his grandmother were able to take turns squatting at the third gate for a whole night just to find out who was squatting there; you tell me if that's not scary.

Yesterday, Li Xuewu's advice to stop the fight was just a casual remark; he didn't say who did it on purpose or that it would inevitably happen.

In other words, if it didn't appear tonight, would this mother and son squat there for ten days or half a month?

Oh my, no wonder they say these three types of people shouldn't be provoked.

Jia Zhangshi's temperament was eccentric, and her desire for revenge was extremely strong.

She was most skilled at framing people and arguing irrationally.

Being subjected to Hou Qinghua's "pointing at the mulberry to scold the locust," she was truly frustrated to the extreme.

After arguing with the front courtyard on the morning of the first day, the mother and son returned home feeling more and more angry and frustrated.

Qin Huairu advised her mother-in-law to endure for a moment for peace and quiet, and to take a step back for a vast sky.

What Jia Zhangshi conveyed to Banggeng turned into "enduring for a moment is a misfortune for the family, and taking a step back means leaving no dogs or chickens behind."

Just think if Banggeng could take it.

If it were up to Banggeng, he would just burn down the Yan family's house; anyway, he was young and didn't have to bear legal responsibility.

But Jia Zhangshi couldn't bear for her grandson to go to labor camp and suffer; she persuaded Banggeng that he was the family's hope and couldn't perish together with the Yan family.

Banggeng immediately replied: "Then fine, you go burn it."

If it weren't for him being her own grandson, if it weren't for it being New Year's, if it weren't for the current situation requiring a united front...

Jia Zhangshi almost died from being angered by her grandson before she could even start.

How could she go burn someone's house!

If she went to burn it, wouldn't it be arson? She would definitely be shot; she hadn't lived enough yet!

The family's life had finally become prosperous, and they were full; let her go die? No way!

Of course, she couldn't say that to her grandson; she told Banggeng that she couldn't go burn someone's house.

For one, the law didn't allow it, and for two, she still had to take care of her grandson and granddaughter.

If she left, wouldn't his mother Qin Huairu find another man and not want the three of them anymore?

Banggeng was truly filial; he patted his chest and guaranteed that his mother would absolutely not find another man, telling his grandmother to go ahead boldly.

Furthermore, small things like cooking weren't worth mentioning compared to taking revenge on the Yan family; he could cook for himself and didn't need his grandmother to worry.

If she was worried about being hungry or cold underground, he would definitely burn more paper money for her.

Even if it meant selling eggs to exchange for paper money!

These were all "valuable experiences" Banggeng had heard while helping out when the deaf old lady in the back courtyard passed away, and today he used them all on his grandmother.

Jia Zhangshi looked at her "filial" grandson, and tears almost came down; she thought it was better not to be angry, as the cost was a bit high.

The eldest grandson was risking his life.

The key was that he was risking her life, which wouldn't do.

So she also persuaded her grandson not to do that, and even taught Banggeng a more ruthless trick—killing the person and punishing the heart!

Killing the person, and still having to punish the heart?

Banggeng had grown up, and he had a certain understanding of his grandmother's wickedness; after hearing the detailed description, he was convinced.

No wonder the old saying goes, ginger is still spicier when it's old!

"The Third Master took a dump at his own doorstep!"

"Everyone come out and look!"

Banggeng was still young and didn't do things to the extreme; he just shouted while beating a broken basin back and forth in the courtyard.

If he had rushed out of the gate and shouted in the alley, then—the spectacle would have been huge.

But even if he restrained himself, this midnight commotion was enough to choke everyone in the courtyard, mainly the Yan Fugui family.

As mentioned earlier, this Sihe Academy was originally a four-entry residence, and after cutting off the back cover room, three and a half entries remained.

With over a dozen families and a hundred people living like this, even if a couple was too excited while being intimate, it would be heard; could they withstand Banggeng shouting like this?

Not to mention someone like Li Xuewu who slept soundly, even a dead pig would have been shouted awake.

Well, after Banggeng ran a lap and was about to shout another lap, every household lit their lamps.

Those with men naturally had the men put on cotton jackets and walk out to see what had happened.

Those without men... that was only Qin Huairu's family, and she was busy catching Banggeng all over the courtyard.

"Stop shouting, if you shout any more, the Third Master will really shit himself!"

Wang Laoqi's house was at the entrance hall of the third gate, facing the front courtyard; he saw the Third Master in the courtyard wriggling like a crawling insect, and he saw it clearly.

Just as Banggeng was caught by his mother by the ear and was about to be dragged home, people also came out of the Yan family's place in the front courtyard.

Hou Qinghua brought Yan Jiekuang, and just as she opened the door, she saw the head of the household sticking his butt out and crawling like an earthworm.

"Mom! Watch out—it's over!"

Yan Jiekuang really tried his best, but his mother was anxious, and his reminder was already too late; it was impossible to avoid such a big pile of landmines.

Hou Qinghua was anxious to see Yan Fugui and didn't pay attention to her feet, but she almost made a big butt-thump.

Fortunately, her son reached out to support her, but that foul smell wafted out, almost making her faint.

Only after standing firm did she discover in astonishment that someone had "buried" a stake at their door again.

This time, she didn't need to curse and guess whose dog work it was; the perpetrator was still sticking his butt out in the courtyard.

Of course, she didn't need to be responsible for her wrong remarks yesterday morning and apologize, nor did she need to explain it clearly to everyone.

Because Banggeng, who was identified by her as a suspect, firmly defended the right and obligation of all neighbors in the courtyard to know the truth.

And Banggeng, who had been frozen for half the night, was now enduring his runny nose, escaped from his mother's hand with his grandmother's help, ran to the third gate, pointed at the Yan family's direction, and cursed: "Eat the shit you took back—"

"You stinky child, come back!"

Qin Huairu was such a smart person; at this time, the best thing to do was to retire after success; there was no need for their family to crowd forward.

Now the whole courtyard was watching the Yan family's spectacle, and there was no need for Banggeng to add fuel to the fire.

If they really angered the Yan family... even a rabbit bites when it's anxious; their family, to put it bluntly, no matter how much they were cadres, were still at the widow's gate; they were afraid of those who didn't want their lives.

If Banggeng was really harmed, what was the point of her being a cadre?

Banggeng didn't understand his mother's mood, just kept jumping and clamoring for the Yan family to eat the shit back.

Hou Qinghua's emotions were about to explode, but Banggeng was pulled back by his mother.

Jia Zhangshi blocked the third gate like a door god, with an attitude of "I won't speak, I'll just stand here and watch your spectacle."

But if you dare to provoke me, I'll tell today's events to the whole capital.

Hou Qinghua didn't doubt Jia Zhangshi's mouth's ability at all, and could even perform secondary processing and add oil and vinegar.

The smell of this "landmine" was already pungent enough; adding oil and vinegar would definitely make it stink to the heavens.

She wasn't a stupid person either; when the First Master put on a cotton jacket and shouted for her to help Yan Fugui quickly, she made a decision.

"Yan Jiefang! Are you dead in the room!"

She didn't dare to curse Banggeng, didn't dare to curse Jia Zhangshi, didn't dare to curse the neighbors watching the spectacle with laughter, but couldn't she curse her son?

The eldest son was gone, so the second one was the eldest son.

She stood at the door, rubbing the landmine under her feet while shouting at the second room.

With such a commotion, the Yan family's ear room had long been lit, but there were children crying, and no one came out for a while.

And it wasn't just Ge Shuqin soothing the children; Zhao Yafang in the front courtyard, Di Liya in the middle courtyard, and Gu Ning in the back courtyard were all busy with their little children now; this had definitely scared them.

Banggeng had proven his innocence, but Qin Huairu also knew that her son had caused a big disaster.

Adults didn't care about watching the spectacle, but as a mother, who didn't protect their own child?

Sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, a loud shout, even adults were startled, let alone children.

When Li Xuewu came out, Gu Ning had already soothed two; Li Shu was a bit bolder, cried twice after getting up, and wanted to come out to watch the spectacle.

Now he was watching from inside the third gate in the middle courtyard, really not knowing what to say.

Yan Jiefang came out from home, heard his mother still cursing, and replied: "Still cursing in the street? You don't think you've lost enough face! Do you want me to go to the street office and borrow a big loudspeaker for you to shout!"

"Yan Jiefang—"

Ge Shuqin's voice came from the room, with a serious and reminding tone, which made Yan Jiefang stop talking.

But his mother's ability to rise increased, pointing at Yan Jiefang and almost digging up his ancestors.

Well, today's play was still a midnight show.

Yesterday they performed "Fighting of the Chicken and Dog," and today's show was "Shooting the Son at the Gate," one more lively and good-looking than the other.

Wang Laoqi, who had no sense of propriety, copied his own bench out, huddled his sleeves, and lit the fire stove at the door; he wanted to sit here and watch carefully, as he had caught the advantage of being at the door.

"Alright—"

The First Master was a good person; without his earlier psychological burden, he could now speak fair words.

He walked to Yan Fugui and took a look, only to see a pool of blood on the ground, the skin worn away, bloody and messy.

If he hadn't walked closer to look, he really wouldn't have seen how serious it was.

"Hurry, hurry!" His tone became serious; he pushed Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jie Di who were crowding forward, and shouted at Hou Qinghua and Yan Jiefang: "Your father's situation isn't good, hurry!"

When Yan Jiefang heard this, he was also anxious; he couldn't care about his mother's cursing, ran over in a hurry, and gave an "aiya" sound when he saw his father's situation.

"Don't just stand there, hurry and find a car!"

The First Master pushed him, and shouted at Hou Qinghua who was standing at the door in a daze: "Are you dead? Go get clothes!"

He was truly anxious; it wasn't right for Yan Fugui to fall from the door steps, and he had been rubbing out from the steps for so long without anyone taking care of him; there was a trail of blood on the ground.

Just looking at half of his face, who knew what the situation was on the other half.

Think again about the illness in Yan Fugui's brain; he was in pain from the fall, wanted to get up himself, but couldn't get up no matter what.

He was stunned by the fall, and had no feeling until now; if it weren't for Banggeng, perhaps he would have frozen to death outside.

Of course, he thought of it, but didn't dare to say whether it was that bad boy's shout that scared him down when Yan Fugui's illness flared up.

Of course, he couldn't say this, and now wasn't the time to break the case.

Besides, this kind of thing was like yesterday; who knew who did it? You tell me why Qin Huairu pulled the child back.

She must have gone to ask Banggeng for the truth and taught Banggeng how to say it; even if the police station came to investigate later, they wouldn't find the root cause.

This kind of thing couldn't be said anyway; if they really wanted to pursue it, didn't the Yan family have any faults?

Yan Fugui's situation made others feel confused; there was much speculation and whispering, but shouldn't his own family be careful?

Mental illness flaring up, anything could be done; if he was gone today... gone...

Yi Zhonghai suddenly raised his head and met Hou Qinghua, who was rubbing her shoe soles without moving, head-on.

Yes, what if he was gone?

If the person was gone, the illness would be gone, and there would be no need to take medicine for a long time, and the reputation wouldn't be ruined.

And because of this kind of thing, they could always ask for some treatment from the unit, even if it was to supplement Yan Jiekuang to be a school worker.

As long as they could earn money, wasn't it?

If Yan Fugui was lucky enough... then it would be troublesome; this situation would inevitably be spread, so how would work be done?

Mental illness would be treated; even if he fell and became disabled, it could be treated, but how much the school could bear, and how much the family would have to pay, there was no certainty.

If Yan Fugui was really lucky, and lay in the hospital for ten or eight years, then the Yan family wouldn't have to live.

Therefore, thinking deeply, it was terrifying, and Yi Zhonghai didn't speak either.

The people around naturally couldn't detect it, and were still pointing and discussing his nervous words.

And the situation of these few people at the scene was bizarre to the extreme.

Yi Zhonghai stood there with a dark face and didn't speak; Yan Jiekuang and Yan Jie Di were scared by their father's current appearance and hugged each other, crying bitterly.

But Hou Qinghua seemed to have calmed down and actually went to clean up that pile of landmines.

It seemed that face and money were more important than human life.

Perhaps at this time, it could be said to be a test of human nature, or it could be said that such a family didn't dare to gamble.

Hou Qinghua didn't dare to gamble on whether saving Yan Fugui now could bring him back in one piece and still go to work to earn money.

She knew clearly that Yan Fugui's state had become more and more serious these days, especially on New Year's Eve, when the family weighed a piece of meat, Yan Fugui ate two more bites, and his stomach started to act up at night.

She guessed the cause of this illness, although she wasn't a doctor, she guessed it was eight or nine out of ten.

She knew it didn't matter; what mattered was that Yan Fugui himself knew it, but just didn't go to the hospital for treatment.

The reason for not going to the hospital could be guessed; this was a layer of window paper, and if it was poked through, the secret would be revealed.

"First Master! Aiya! You're still here!"

Seeing Sha Zhu was originally standing on tiptoe watching the spectacle, but after being reminded by Li Xuewu in a low voice, he pushed through the crowd and ran over.

He grabbed the First Master who was frozen there, pulled him hard to walk back, and shouted anxiously: "Hurry up, First Aunt just bumped into something, come and take a look—"

Seeing Sha Zhu originally wanted to make the matter sound serious, but he couldn't bear to curse First Aunt.

He could only shout vaguely, walking a bit faster, bumping into the crowd and pulling the First Master out of the shit pit.

Yi Zhonghai naturally saw it too, turned his head and glanced at the Yan family, didn't say anything, and could only walk hurriedly toward his home.

He left like this, and everyone pondered the taste, suddenly feeling that it wasn't quite right.

Looking around again, the Li family was still dark, no one came out, and looking back for Li Xuewu, he couldn't be seen either.

Except for someone like Wang Laoqi who was happy without a heart or lungs, everyone else moved their feet toward home.

This matter was heartbreaking to watch, tasteless, and they didn't even have the intention to look back at Yan Fugui's ugly state.

Before long, every household extinguished their lamps one after another, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Jiefang's shouting, cursing, and crying in the front courtyard reached everyone's ears, but no one came out again.

This night was truly long!

"Xuewu? Xuewu?"

Just as the sky was getting bright in the morning, Mother Liu Yin entered the room; she called her son in a low voice, and was very afraid of waking up her grandson.

Seeing that Gu Ning had woken up first, she waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to be in a hurry to get up, and to sleep a while longer.

Gu Ning reached out and pushed Li Xuewu, waking him up, and indicated that her mother-in-law had come.

Li Xuewu usually only woke up one eye, while the other was still closed, preparing to continue sleeping if the situation wasn't right.

Liu Yin whispered to her son's ear: "Yan Fugui in the front courtyard is gone; get up early and send them home, and take your sister-in-law to live at your house for two days."

"Hmm—hmm?"

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention when he first heard his mother's words; his brain reacted slowly in the morning, but after hearing his mother finish, the eye that had opened was about to close to continue sleeping.

But he reacted immediately, and both eyes opened; although he had some guesses, he still couldn't believe it.

"Really gone?"

"News this morning, gone at the hospital."

Seeing her son sit up, Liu Yin explained in a low voice: "Said it was quite serious."

She didn't know the specific situation and only heard this much, so she urged her son at this moment: "You should get up early to pack up and go back before they return, so as not to run into them, which wouldn't be very good."

"Mm-hmm, I know—"

Li Xuewu frowned slightly and didn't dawdle anymore, picking up his clothes and putting them on.

He had originally planned to go back on the third day of the New Year, but he had intended to leave after eating lunch.

Who would have thought that plans can't keep up with changes.

He got up, and Gu Ning followed suit when she heard him.

Liu Yin urged him a couple more times before hurriedly going out to help Zhao Yafang pack up.

If it weren't for the fact that the children at home were young and they lived right across the hall, she would never have let her eldest grandson go through such trouble in the middle of winter.

After the incident last night, Li Shun had been keeping an eye on the opposite door, unable to sleep for the second half of the night, waiting for news from the hospital.

It wasn't until Yan Jiekuang ran home to find the First Uncle that the people in the courtyard who were up early knew the news.

It must be said that being a manager in this courtyard is truly not easy; you have to be everything for everyone.

Sha Zhu also told him last night that it was Li Xuewu who saved him, otherwise, this matter would definitely have involved him.

It's just that he knows himself that as a manager in this courtyard, what matter can escape him?

However, he wasn't involved last night, and if he comes forward to organize it today, it will save a lot of trouble.

When Li Xuewu and his wife came out of the back courtyard with their children, they happened to run into Yi Zhonghai, who sighed and quietly thanked Li Xuewu.

What could Li Xuewu say? He nodded and walked past.

This kind of thing can only be understood, not spoken of.

Yi Zhonghai is not a bad person, and he doesn't hate Yan Fugui.

Although the two families get along just average, they aren't enemies either.

In that situation at the time, if he had stood up to organize it, Hou Qinghua definitely wouldn't have dared to delay.

But would that have been useful?

Not to mention whether Hou Qinghua hates him or not, even after the matter was over, would the wolf cubs of the Yan family, under the pressure of supporting their father, have thanked him?

There are no filial sons before a long-term sickbed, and no virtuous wives in a long-term poor family.

Even if he were saved, under such circumstances and reputation, it's uncertain whether Yan Fugui would be able to thank him.

So he didn't get involved at all; after reminding Sha Zhu, he went back home.

He only happened to run into the First Uncle today; otherwise, he would have pretended not to know about this matter and would never have mentioned it again.

Matters that go against human heart and nature should be mentioned less; mentioning them too much hurts people's hearts.

He didn't even say another word to the First Uncle, didn't even look at the tightly closed door of the Jia family, and walked straight out.

There hasn't been anyone in the inverted room for the past few days, only the grandmother living there, so the car still needs to be prepared.

However, the garage has a stove burning, so warming up the car is convenient.

Zhao Yafang and Li Xuewen were also exhausted from the tossing; Li Tang was in a bad mood because he got up early and was crying annoyingly, while Li Xue was coaxing him, letting the eldest sister-in-law pack up the things they had used over the past two days.

They hurriedly packed two large bags, which Li Xuecai sent to the car; Gu Ning and Zhao Yafang each held a child and got into the car.

The old lady held Li Shu and sat in the passenger seat.

Letting the old lady go along was Li Xuewu's suggestion; this matter is a bit eerie, so it's better not to suffer this ordeal at home.

He even gave instructions to Li Shun and Liu Yin to take the third brother to live in the back courtyard, for the eldest brother to go to the first detention center, and for Li Xue and Ji Yuxiu to go to the east courtyard, and not to leave anyone at home at night with the lights on.

He isn't afraid of this; he isn't even afraid of the living, so why would he be afraid of the dead?

The main thing is that funerals not only have "the deceased," but also attract some unclean things, which is the real trouble.

How many times have accidents happened at funerals?

Li Xuewu has seen plenty with his own eyes: people who were perfectly healthy and strong, seeing a neighbor hold a funeral, would go home, lie down, and never be able to get up again.

It doesn't matter for the young people at home, but there's no need for the old lady to take this risk.

When he came out, Li Xuewu also told his family that the eldest sister-in-law hadn't come home to play for a long time, so she should stay for a few more days this time.

Liu Yin naturally agreed, only fearing that her son and daughter-in-law would find it noisy; seeing that Gu Ning had no objections, she arranged it with a smile.

Li Xuewu drove the mother and children home, but Qin Jingru hadn't arrived yet.

However, the room wasn't very cold; Han Jiankun would come to light the stove every day and night, so after entering the room, Li Shu was already making a fuss about wanting to eat.

"Are you going back to the courtyard tonight?"

Zhao Yafang untied the small quilt that wrapped the child, let Li Tang see the new environment, and asked Li Xuewu, who was holding the luggage.

Li Xuewu placed the luggage by the sofa, waiting for them to pack it themselves in a while.

"I have to go back and take a look," he frowned and replied: "Regardless of anything, I'm a person of the courtyard, so I have to go back and take a look."

"Mm, that's the etiquette."

The old lady took off her cotton coat and was about to go to the kitchen to cook, also agreeing: "You have to go back and take a look."

"I won't be back for the next two nights."

Li Xuewu didn't want his sister-in-law to overthink, so he explained: "I can only rest on Sunday after I finish these few days."

"If you are afraid to sleep at home, call your eldest brother."

Zhao Yafang also heard the implication in her brother-in-law's words and said with a smile: "Actually, he is quite brave."

"Don't worry about me, I can find a place to rest."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "My eldest brother isn't afraid of this, but he finds it noisy, so don't bother him."

The brother-in-law and sister-in-law had an undiminished tacit understanding; although neither of them said that they couldn't go home to sleep after attending a funeral, they both understood after two sentences.

Zhao Yafang didn't say she was embarrassed, bringing her children and wanting to drive her brother-in-law away.

Li Xuewu knows more about the taboos of funerals than she does, so how could he be careless with so many children at home?

Staying at the second brother-in-law's house, she has no burden.

No matter what Li Xuewu is like, he wouldn't mess around with her; he is the most upright person in family matters.

With the old lady at home and Gu Ning at home, what is there for the brother-in-law and sister-in-law to avoid?

Deliberate avoidance is what makes one feel guilty.

People used to say that as long as it's not past the first lunar month, it's still the New Year, and when they met, they would say "Happy New Year."

It's different these past two years; the New Year is already over.

From New Year's Eve to the third day of the New Year, the Red Star Factory didn't delay work much, only fewer people in the government offices.

However, by the third day, this situation returned to normal.

Later generations often miss this era; in fact, what they miss is this simple and relatively orderly environment.

If they really missed everything, that would be the end.

Not allowed to celebrate the New Year, resting only one day a week, and having to participate in voluntary labor organized by the factory; who could stand that?

But in this day and age, thanks to ideological education and propaganda, the employees' compliance and obedience were very high, and they really got through it like this.

Li Xuewu was busy as soon as he got to work, especially since there were few people in the government offices during the New Year, and work was piled up.

It was pressed from below, and by the time it reached the top, it had piled up into a mountain.

Especially since he was in charge of so much, there were even more things.

Peng Xiaoli stood at the door and was explaining to Wang Lu of the Comprehensive Office the procurement needs of the team leader's office after the New Year.

Now that there are more team leaders and deputy team leaders in the security department, it's inappropriate to use special procurement for office supplies, so they have to be merged into the large procurement project.

And Wang Lu is responsible for this aspect of work in the Comprehensive Office.

She was listening, but then saw Peng Xiaoli stop talking, and when she looked up, she saw him bypass her and greet someone.

"Happy New Year, Deputy Director Gu—"

"Happy New Year, Comrade Xiaoli—"

Gu Weijie was in a good mood, and seeing Peng Xiaoli being polite, she responded with a smile.

"Is your Team Leader Li at home?"

"He is, I'll take you there."

Peng Xiaoli glanced at the male comrade following the leader and politely gestured toward the direction of the office.

Gu Weijie didn't pay attention to this and introduced casually: "This is the new Deputy Team Leader of your team, Comrade Tai Juncai."

"Hello, Deputy Team Leader Tai—"

Peng Xiaoli greeted him politely and introduced himself: "I am Peng Xiaoli from the Comprehensive Office."

Tai Juncai came from one of the sixteen merged enterprises and was previously the Deputy Director of the Production Management Department of the Machinery Factory.

He can also be considered one of the best in the organization's assessment and training classes, otherwise, he wouldn't have come directly to the security team to take office.

For the sixteen merged enterprises, the Red Star Factory couldn't just randomly stuff people in like a game of Connect Four.

Organization assessment and training are very necessary; only those who are qualified can be supplemented into key positions, and those who are not qualified will be labeled and trained slowly before being arranged to study and train in branch factories.

Once the Beijing First Rolling Mill is established, all these people will be thrown out.

So, although it hasn't been decided who stays and who leaves, there is roughly a number in their hearts.

However, Tai Juncai being able to come to the security department, according to the existing deputy team leader structure of the security department, basically means he won't be able to stay.

"Team Leader Li, I've come to send you someone again."

As soon as she entered the room, Gu Weijie greeted him with a smile, and Li Xuewu, who was behind the pile of documents, had already stood up.

He first shook hands with Gu Weijie with a smile, and then examined Tai Juncai, who he had heard of early on.

He was not tall, a bit bald, with large eye bags, but his eyes were very spirited, and his lips were a bit thick; he looked like a person who could get things done.

"Comrade Juncai, welcome, welcome."

"Team Leader Li, I've long heard of your great name—"

Commercial mutual flattery is still very necessary; the two sides are not on the same level, so there is no need for mutual probing.

No matter how confused Tai Juncai is, he knows, or has heard, about Li Xuewu's situation in the Red Star Factory.

What should be done and what shouldn't be done when coming to the security team at this time, he is very clear.

Especially since he heard from the Red Star Factory government offices that Li Xuewu wouldn't be working in the security team for much longer.

Since they won't be in a superior-subordinate relationship for long, what's there to compete about? Of course, it's "you are good, I am good, everyone is better."

Tai Juncai's information had long been placed on Li Xuewu's desk; both sides had their own understanding, and Gu Weijie also saved a lot of words.

They only sat in Li Xuewu's office for a while, talked about the basic situation of the security team, and then stood up to leave.

When the two of them sent her out the door, she even held Tai Juncai's hand and said sorry.

"Sorry, Comrade Juncai."

Gu Weijie said apologetically: "The government offices are currently in the process of reorganization, and the appointment procedures have been greatly simplified."

"It's okay, Deputy Director Gu, I can understand."

Tai Juncai said with a smile: "It's not just me, and I don't care about this kind of metaphysical ceremony."

"That's good—" Gu Weijie nodded and looked at Li Xuewu again, saying: "The security team is now strong, and it's time for you to show your skills."

"Please don't say that."

Li Xuewu said with a smile: "Our security team is better off being peaceful; it's the New Year, right?"

"Hahaha—"

Gu Weijie nodded with a smile and said: "Then I wish you both smooth work and peace."

Li Xuewu and Tai Juncai didn't see her off; it was Peng Xiaoli who sent the other party downstairs.

Just as Gu Weijie said, the Red Star Factory is currently undergoing organizational structure adjustments, and there are too many personnel changes in various departments.

At this time, don't be too serious about empty things; just do what's practical, and Li Xuewu really didn't have the time to see her off.

He greeted Tai Juncai into the room to continue talking; this time the position was changed to the office desk, and he was talking while reading documents.

"Sorry, I have no choice."

Li Xuewu also explained politely: "Time is tight, the task is heavy, and there are many documents, so I have to save time."

"Yes, I can understand you—"

Tai Juncai nodded with a smile and said: "I heard in the training class these past few days that the factory's government offices are taking time off."

"No way, it's the New Year."

Li Xuewu opened the document, held a fountain pen in his hand, and said: "I have understood your situation. The factory arranged for you to come to the security team; they must have told you what work you are responsible for, right?"

"Yes, Deputy Director Gu talked to me."

Tai Juncai saw that Li Xuewu was really talking while reviewing documents, and his heart started to beat faster.

However, he didn't stop talking and continued: "The organization arranged for me to come to the security team to be responsible for safety production work."

"Did you learn emergency management and dual plans, as well as safety production standardization in the training class?"

Li Xuewu was writing, but his train of thought was very clear; he asked: "What are your thoughts on safety production work?"

"I learned these types in the training class, and I also organized related studies and activities when I was the Deputy Director of the Production Management Department at the Machinery Factory."

Tai Juncai answered very slowly, but not sluggishly; he just knew how to grasp the rhythm.

He talked about some management and activities he had done under the influence of the Red Star Factory's safety production management and according to the requirements of his superiors when he was previously the Deputy Director of the Production Management Department.

Li Xuewu asked for his thoughts, but he answered with his practices.

Of course, there was no problem with this.

It's just that Li Xuewu wanted to hear his work ideas for the Red Star Factory next; he wasn't prepared, so naturally, he couldn't say them.

And at this time, he couldn't not speak, so he could only talk about things he had done before, replacing ideas with experience.

Li Xuewu didn't interrupt him, and even listened very seriously, but the pen in his hand didn't stop either.

It wasn't until Tai Juncai finished reporting that he finished writing his opinion on the document and put away the fountain pen.

"Let me first talk about the basic situation of your work next."

He looked at Tai Juncai and said: "The Red Star Factory is a representative enterprise for emergency management, possessing independent and perfect management systems, as well as an emergency fire-fighting team with high execution standards."

"In terms of dual plan construction, the Red Star Factory is the birthplace of this set of standards and theories; all departments and units of the factory, especially the front-line workshops, have corresponding execution standards and responsibilities assigned to individuals."

"Let's talk about safety production standardization."

He paused and said: "Work standards formulated for different types of work, positions, mechanical equipment, and production environments."

"This standard is summarized and designed by excellent technical personnel selected from each unit, and has high management attributes."

From safety production concepts to related systems and supervisory forces, and then to the organizational construction of the inspection section and the safety production inspection brigade, everything was detailed and comprehensive.

At first, Tai Juncai didn't pay attention, but it wasn't until Li Xuewu spoke more and more specifically, and more and more, that he saw Li Xuewu's concern.

Or rather, Li Xuewu's dissatisfaction with him.

Of course, he also knew why Li Xuewu was dissatisfied with him; from receiving the transfer order to reporting for duty, there had long been news reminding him that the factory had arranged for him to be responsible for safety production work, but he had no preparation at all.

He felt empty in his heart, while his face was still trying to maintain a calm state, but he listened very seriously.

"There are four deputy team leaders in the security team: Comrade Zechuan is responsible for discipline inspection work, Comrade Decai is responsible for security and confidentiality work, Comrade Xiaoqin is responsible for comprehensive and training work, and you are responsible for fire-fighting work."

Li Xuewu first talked about the division of labor, and at the end of the conversation, he bluntly reminded him: "I hope you integrate into the position as soon as possible."

"Familiarize yourself with the work environment as soon as possible."

The fountain pen in his hand tapped on the table, reminding him: "If you can't master these materials, you can't lead the team well."

It was relatively quiet before the New Year, but it really started moving after the New Year.

From top to bottom, the Red Star Factory completed professional adjustments and personnel deployment, and the Personnel Department and Organization Department were flying busy.

People were coming in and out of the offices of these two departments every day, with different joys, sorrows, and human experiences.

The security team completed the supplement of the last short board, the management structure was set, and the rest was the professional adjustment of each department.

The merger of the sixteen enterprises started in June last year, and the number of people in the government offices had been increasing.

Even with the personnel changes in the government offices that had started long ago, it couldn't stop the fact that the offices were not big enough.

However, no one complained because everyone knew that the factory would start building an office building this year, a real office building.

At the same time, they were not sure if they could continue to work here, as the mobility of personnel was very high.

There were more people in the government office sections, but as the relevant persons in charge of branch companies and branch factories were determined, people in the government office sections also began to be transferred to supplement the branch companies or branch factory government offices.

Enterprises like the Steel Mill didn't need to supplement a large number of personnel because they had a perfect government office system, while newly built enterprises like the Food Factory and Aircraft Manufacturing Factory needed a full set of government office personnel.

Those who were transferred included both old and young people of different backgrounds, with the purpose of disrupting this relationship and letting them go to branch factories or branch companies to re-integrate.

Those who left knew that this parting was the difference between being a group employee and a branch company employee.

Although everyone wanted to stay, the Personnel Department didn't give them any room for negotiation, especially for those who were dating or were a married couple.

They would take care of those belonging to the same location, but they would definitely not be in the same unit, and they would definitely be assigned to two different factories.

For this reason, the Personnel Department mobilized quite a bit of government office strength to implement this policy.

Just the news Li Xuewu received included quite a few pleas to factory leaders, but not a single one was successful.

There were many personnel transfers in the government offices, but it wasn't chaotic.

There was no difference in rank and position between branch company employees and group employees; if one had to say there was a difference, it could only be that the platforms were different.

Those who could stay were all those who had been examined, had good abilities, and could assume special responsibilities for the group's progress.

Now it's the Red Star Factory government office, but in fact, everyone knows that this will be the group government office.

Because the former Director of the Production Management Department, Kuang Yusheng, was transferred to be the Director of the Steel City Red Star Rolling Mill.

Similarly, while supervising the construction of the Steel City Red Star Rolling Mill, Kuang Yusheng would also prepare the corresponding government office organization and management team.

In the next two years, the remaining employees of the Beijing Red Star Factory would directly transfer to the group office building to work.

The old factory area would be demolished and renovated, and handed over to the Red Star Research Institute.

Although some were panicked, work still had to continue.

Li Xuewu heard at lunch that another factory leader was coming to take office.

"Zhang Jingsong, the former head of the East City Machinery Factory."

Bu Qingfang introduced: "It is said that he is responsible for logistics work."

"Then what about Deputy Director Xue? Is he only in charge of engineering?"

Li Xuewu glanced at her and asked: "How is your matter? Have you talked to the leader?"

"Talked, the leader told me to wait."

Speaking of this, Bu Qingfang felt a bit depressed; she had dug a hole for herself.

"Still have to wait?" Li Xuewu asked in surprise: "Does this mean they won't let you go?"

"Who knows—"

Bu Qingfang sighed and said: "Perhaps the leader is also in a difficult position; the pits are all full."

She suddenly looked up, raised her eyebrows, and said in a low voice: "Why don't you exert your influence and help me clear a position?"

Li Xuewu glanced at her sideways and asked: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all; I wouldn't dig a hole for anyone."

(End of chapter)