Chapter 1248: Speaking with the Butt

"Thank you, thank you—"

Nie Xiaoguang's mother endured the grief and said: "Thank you for the organization's care and help, thank you."

"If there are any difficulties, just say so."

Li Huai De shook her hand and said with concern: "Comrade Chenglin made many contributions to the factory; this is all as it should be."

"There are no difficulties."

She wiped her tears, sobbing as she said: "Hearing your affirmation of him, Old Nie can leave in peace."

"Please restrain your grief—"

Li Huai De nodded, took a deep breath, and walked out.

Li Xuewu shook hands with Nie Xiaoguang's mother and simply said "restrain your grief."

Unexpectedly, she said gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for your help to Old Nie and Xiaoguang, thank you—"

"You are too polite, please restrain your grief."

Li Xuewu felt the other party's sincerity, pursed his lips, nodded, and then walked out.

Nie Xiaoguang's family's gratitude to him was not just about Nie Chenglin and Nie Xiaoguang's attitude.

Today's memorial service and the corresponding funeral arrangements were still set by him with the treatment and standards.

It was arranged according to the corresponding specifications of the factory leader level, and even the funeral banner was set by him, which could be considered a final verdict.

With this specification and this funeral banner, the Nie family could also breathe a sigh of relief and let Nie Chenglin leave in comfort.

At least it wouldn't let outsiders criticize, saying Nie Chenglin committed suicide out of fear of crime due to a major error.

Old Li also understood the principle that the deceased is the greatest. After coming out, he told the comrades of the Committee Office and the Labor Union to be more careful and attentive.

After other team members completed the memorial service, everyone got on the car again, turned the direction, and hurried back.

Cremation and burial were assisted by the staff on site to complete with the Nie family; a group of factory leaders naturally wouldn't wait that long.

They came in the morning; those in the factory who had old ties with Nie Chenglin would come over at noon.

After stopping for a night, cremation and burial would be tomorrow morning.

When coming out of the funeral home, Li Xuewu glanced at Nie Xiaoguang; there were also some young people with him.

Seeing him look over, they dodged. Actually, when Li Xuewu came, he had already discovered the figures of Zhang Jianguo and others.

Now Nie Xiaoguang had also become a "wandering master" (tough guy). His father was gone, so those sworn brothers would naturally come to pay respects.

This was considered an old custom in the Beijing-Tianjin area. For sworn brothers, if there's a happy event in the family, you don't have to be there, but for a funeral, you must come.

Li Xuewu had heard about Zhang Jianguo's situation from time to time from Zhao Lao Si's mouth; he didn't know the specifics very well.

He only knew that the conflict between him and the old soldiers had become quite overt, fighting with fire, the kind that used forks.

Zhou Changli returned to recruit workers, and every time there would be tough guy brothers coming to visit, or arranging family members, or arranging brothers.

These people grew up in the hutongs and were actually very disciplined. As long as there were tough guy brothers leading, they were all good hands wherever they went.

Young, not sparing effort, daring to do.

It was precisely because he saw this point that Li Xuewu would use these people in his layout in the Northeast.

You think everyone recruited would get on a ship and run long-distance?

Of course, all recruitment was for the purpose of running ships, and these people were arranged that way.

It's just that those who have run ships, or whose relatives are crew members, might have understood that it is very miserable on transport ships.

Why is there a saying of running for half a year and resting for half a year?

Because after running for a year, most of these people would go crazy.

One ship, two crew members, two are not enough.

Dongfeng Shipping leased all twenty-seven cargo ships to Shunfeng Ocean Shipping, but the crew was still organized and managed here.

Dongfeng Shipping currently only is responsible for the training and transportation of crew members, and also does near-sea cargo transport, which is considered an internship.

So Zhou Changli always had crew members interning and on vacation. Interning crew members were waiting to get on the ship, but crew members on vacation were reluctant to go home.

Because there is a salary when on vacation, but not that much. If there is a suitable opportunity, naturally, earn a little more money.

So, what work did Zhou Changli find for them?

To be precise, it was Steel City Trade, operated by Old Biaozhi, that was using these people. Some participated in trade work, and some infiltrated other cities to expand trade channels.

Crew members are all-rounders; having seen the outside world, very few are slow-witted.

Tough guy background, tempered on the ship, part-time on vacation, and then bringing newcomers onto the ship—this has already formed a virtuous internal cycle.

Constantly absorbing newcomers onto the ship, and also throwing off some old ones, such as those who can't stand the sea environment, those whose thinking has fluctuated, etc.

Steel City Recycling Station wouldn't give up on these people; they either served as coaches or as the main force for near-sea cargo transport.

More were prepared for the "Coachman" plan that was about to be carried out this year.

Those with tough guy backgrounds are all poor children, willing to risk their lives for money.

In Beijing, telling them that running a ship earns eighty a month, they learned and trained desperately, just to get on the ship.

After getting on the ship, running tired, no passion, then telling them to run "big flying" (smuggling), earning eight hundred a month—look if they have passion, one by one like they were injected with chicken blood, howling.

What? What if there's no passion for running "big flying"?

No need to consider further. As long as they take this road of "big flying," they either die overseas or die in an accident.

Eight hundred is just the upper limit of normal ship running, not the upper limit of the engine behind the "big flying."

Once they get used to this life, they will seek faster and more ways to cash out themselves.

By then, the cleverness of Beijing tough guys combined with the ruthlessness of Northeast old irons, this maritime delta is considered opened.

The China-Japan-Korea Free Trade Area that wasn't accomplished in later generations, Li Xuewu wants to try. Taking advantage of the current lack of control constraints, do it once.

Free trade area, isn't it just the meaning of being able to go anywhere while risking risks? How bold people are, how much land produces!

"Red Star Factory seems to have a few more leaders?"

Zhang Jianguo folded his arms, sat on the bicycle very coolly, and asked while looking at the departing minibus.

Nie Xiaoguang, whose eyes were still red, shook his chin and said: "The organizational structure has been adjusted; it's going to be promoted to deputy ministerial level."

"Grass, so fast?"

Zhang Jianguo had mixed his way out and understood a bit about the things in rank. With Nie Xiaoguang there, it would be hard not to understand.

"Didn't they say it would take three years?"

"Three years is for group formation—"

Nie Xiaoguang, thinking of his father missing this opportunity, was full of resentment towards those people in the factory.

"Counting from the beginning of last year, group formation will be completed within three years. This year is the first small goal, promotion to deputy ministerial level."

"That's Li Huai De, right?" Yan Shengli asked curiously, "The one who caused your father's death?"

Li Heping also asked curiously: "Since they all came to pay respects, does it mean the past is over?"

"According to your dad's rank, your eldest brother and second brother have already started working. Can you take over and enter the factory?"

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand—"

Before Nie Xiaoguang could speak, Zhang Jianguo scolded Yan Shengli and reminded: "It's not necessarily how things are."

"I haven't thought about entering the factory; even if they let me go, I wouldn't go," Nie Xiaoguang said resentfully: "Entering that big gate makes me feel sick; I wish I could kill them."

"As for my dad's death, although it wasn't him, he can't escape responsibility."

Nie Xiaoguang's resentment towards Li Huai De was implanted in his heart. At this moment, he said in a low voice: "I will investigate my dad's matter clearly; I will absolutely not let him die in vain."

"I don't understand these intrigues."

Zhang Jianguo shook his head and said: "But brotherly loyalty, if there's anything, just say it; we won't be watching the fun."

"That's right, Xiaoguang, speak if there's anything."

Yan Shengli, Li Heping, and others nodded one after another. For Nie Xiaoguang's sake today, they had to say this sentence.

Although these words were all scene words, for tough guys, it was one spit, one nail.

Of course, everyone knew what ability they had. Fighting was okay, but really using brains or plotting something—that was playing white.

"No words, I've kept it in my heart."

Nie Xiaoguang still nodded seriously and said: "Go back later; you don't have to accompany me here."

He looked at Zhang Jianguo and said: "Those people are blocking you; be careful not to let them hear any news."

"I don't care—"

Zhang Jianguo looked at Nie Xiaoguang, reached out to shake hands with him, and said: "Brother is now burdened with sin, not good to disturb your family's affairs. I can only leave first."

"But still the same saying!"

He patted Nie Xiaoguang on the shoulder and said: "As long as you have something, that is our business."

"Gone, Xiaoguang—"

Yan Shengli and others got on their bikes, waved to him, and a few people went outside the big gate.

"What are you thinking about?"

Nie Xiaoguang's eldest brother, Nie Xiaolin, came out of the door and saw his little brother staring outside the gate in a daze.

"Sigh—" He sighed, stood beside his brother, and said: "You followed Dad's temper, stubborn."

"It's just that Dad is gone, and you should be sensible."

"You mean I shouldn't have hit him, right?"

Nie Xiaoguang stared into the distance, not looking at his brother, his voice resentful: "Mom is afraid I'll cause trouble, and you're afraid of him, right?"

"Who am I afraid of? Li Huai De?"

Nie Xiaolin let out a breath and said: "What can you do to him? One life for one life?"

"But if you were a little better at math, you'd understand that this is two lives for one life; you'd lose big."

"Then I'll take a few more lives!"

Nie Xiaoguang gritted his teeth and said: "He forced my dad to death, so I'll kill his son, an eye for an eye."

"Hehe, silly—"

Nie Xiaolin glanced at his brother and said: "Both his sons work out of town; you can't even get on the train. Who are you going to kill?"

"Besides, even if you went, you wouldn't find the door, and people would hurt you again. Isn't this making a sin?"

Seeing his brother about to get angry, he pressed his palm and said: "Okay, just follow what you said, then what?"

"You get into trouble, what about Mom? Dad is gone, she's already sad like this. Do you want to hurt her heart again?"

"What can I do!"

Nie Xiaoguang suddenly turned around, stared at his brother's side face, and hissed in a low voice: "I only have this much ability, but I also want to help Dad get revenge!"

"What about you? You're a cadre; of course you can't stand out!"

He pointed at his brother and said: "When Dad had the accident, you were afraid, afraid of being implicated in your work, your cadre position, and didn't even dare to return home!"

"Who hurt Mom's heart! Ah!"

The brothers' quarrel was always suppressed, one persuading, one angry, futile.

Nie family's second son took care of his mother, speaking in a low, gentle voice about the funeral arrangements.

Today is the first day, and it's a working day, so not many people came in the morning. Neighbors who knew would have to take a while to rush over.

At noon, more people came, one after another, and Nie Chenglin's colleagues at Red Star Factory also came.

A former deputy factory director, in charge of the most important department in the factory, but he didn't have many friends.

More came as comrades and subordinates, such as Kuang Yusheng.

As soon as he entered the hall, he shed tears, looking at Nie Chenglin's withered body and pale face, really unable to hide his sadness.

Thinking back then, if Old Factory Director Nie had listened to his advice and not stood up against it, how would he have ended up like this today?

It was just an ideological dispute; where did the murderous hatred come from?

If talking about right and wrong, Li Huai De's crimes are countless.

But if talking about achievements, the current Red Star Factory is stronger than before; this is an undeniable fact.

Why did Nie Chenglin commit suicide? Others guessed randomly, but Kuang Yusheng knew a little.

For the past two years, he hadn't avoided it and had always been in correspondence with Yingcheng.

He had mentioned Red Star Factory's current development outline many times in his letters, talked about the changes in industrial development, and the ideological state of the employees.

Nie Chenglin's reply letters went from persistence at the beginning to becoming sparse at the end, and eventually, he didn't reply to him for a long time.

He also knew this was a decadent failure.

When he was defeated and left Yingcheng, Nie Chenglin held the mentality of watching Li Huai De finish, but he never expected that Red Star Factory would embark on the correct path.

Even he was very surprised that Red Star Factory really broke through the fog and walked out a special path.

It is conceivable how disappointed and regretful Nie Chenglin, who was in Yingcheng, was.

The better Red Star Factory developed, the sadder he was. In the end, he defined himself as a sinner who hindered the organization's development.

That's why there was such a jump, to end the cause and effect.

It's just that in Kuang Yusheng's mind, this price was too high. Why use life to end this ideological dispute?

It must be admitted that the current management team has much more vitality than before.

Even Li Huai De's actions made him, a staunch conservative, feel if something was wrong.

If Li Huai De was wrong, why did Red Star Factory develop better and better?

If Nie Chenglin was right, why didn't they find this path back then?

Still too worthless—

Yang Fengshan knew how to protect himself, Yang Yuansong knew how to flee to avoid disaster, only Deputy Factory Director Nie truly treated this struggle as "success or death."

Regarding the cause of Nie Chenglin's death, there was another point that Kuang Yusheng thought of on the way here, which was the case of Shi Ruoweng.

He was relatively convinced by the investigation results of the Security Division. Since problems were found, it meant Nie Chenglin made erroneous efforts in this matter.

Scolded severely by Li Huai De, his face was humiliated beyond recognition, which was why he went to the extreme.

Originally he was a fighter, now he became a petty person eager for quick success and instant benefit.

Can only say it's time and fate, helpless.

After the memorial service ended, Kuang Yusheng looked at the desolate mourning hall, and his heart couldn't help but feel sad again.

It can really be said that when people leave, the tea cools!

February 6th, Thursday.

The Red Star Factory Management Committee Office officially issued a document regarding the investigation and rectification of the "Great Learning" activity.

The document pointed out that with the active participation of all employees, Red Star Factory has reached a new era on the road of reform.

In order to better complete ideological and production construction work, we must look back, summarize the experience of the path we came from, investigate problems well, pat ourselves, and set off again.

For a time, the factory administrative organs were discussing it, not knowing whether to cheer or be sad.

Cheering for waiting for this day, sad that this day came too late.

Although it wasn't a complete denial of the work done over a period of time, it was a summary and adjustment, but for some people, it was enough for them to catch their breath.

Red Star Factory's atmosphere was still very good, but outside, even breathing was difficult.

Pressure made everyone afraid to speak loudly or breathe deeply, very afraid that the hat would be worn crookedly or the road would be taken wrongly.

The Factory Literature and Art Publishing House successively used newspapers, broadcasts, literature and art performances, and other forms to summarize and review past work.

After the relevant documents were issued, the Management Committee Office also issued an initiative for self-review and set this theme for the latest organizational life meeting.

The newspapers were filled with articles of self-review carried out by cadres and employees with relatively active thinking.

Li Xuewu took a look; some people were guilty, some were emotional, some were sycophantic, following the crowd.

Regardless of which one, the wind of summary and reflection had blown up. Although this was only carried out within Red Star Factory and had restrictive conditions.

But in the eyes of all factory employees, it was also a kind of progress and victory.

"Section Chief Li, I have a request!"

Friday morning, Bu Qingfang brought the comrades in charge of the literature and art propaganda team over.

As soon as she entered the room, she set him up, giving him no room to dodge.

"This is not for personal gain, and certainly not to flatter you. There really is a work need. You wouldn't not support it, right?"

"What is it? You've confused me."

Li Xuewu stood up, laughing and crying, and gestured to the sofa for them to sit down and talk.

Zhang Li was very familiar with him, smiled and called him leader, but Wang Yaoguan didn't speak, just nodded and sat on the side.

"No business, no visit to the Three Treasures Hall," Bu Qingfang placed a book on the coffee table and said with a smile: "We came for it."

"Oh?" Li Xuewu only glanced at it and recognized it as his new book, "Defending the People," published just before the New Year.

He asked amusedly and puzzledly: "Do you have any opinions, or suggestions?"

"Why did you make such a big battle?"

"Because of special importance—"

Bu Qingfang smiled, raised her hand to gesture to Zhang Li and Wang Yaoguan, and said: "The comrades of the literature and art propaganda team found me and asked me to give some ideas."

"I thought about it; my ideas are good, but no one knows this book better than the original author, so I found you."

"Mm, no need to beat around the bush."

Li Xuewu glanced at the three, waved his hand, and said: "Just say it straight, what exactly do you need my help with?"

"We want to adapt this book into a stage play."

"Stage play? Forget it—"

After hearing Zhang Li's words, Li Xuewu waved his hand, laughing and crying: "This is a work-ideology book; there's no story to speak of."

"We have stories, but lack core ideology."

Zhang Li explained actively: "We collected many moving stories from the grassroots and found some materials, but lack ideological and theoretical support."

"Look, I said so—"

Bu Qingfang smiled and gestured to the two, saying: "Section Chief Li is the most humble and cautious. Even if there are many reasons, he doesn't want to cause trouble."

"After you said that, what have I become?"

Li Xuewu smiled and glanced at her, saying: "People will say I'm a person who fishes for fame and compliments."

"Then you agreed?"

Zhang Li said with a smile: "Then it's settled. We'll start editing and preparing later."

"Use it if you want, but don't publicize it."

Li Xuewu helplessly put forward a requirement: "Since it's ideological and theoretical support, then return to the story itself and express the comrades well."

"Why is this again?"

Bu Qingfang looked at him and smiled lightly: "You wouldn't be really shy, would you? Since you used your book, why can't it be said?"

"If there's really a story to publicize, that's fine," Li Xuewu said half-seriously: "It's just that ideology is needed, so there's no need to publicize."

"I understand your intentions."

He didn't speak very straightforwardly, but spoke relatively tactfully: "The 'Book of Rites: Doctrine of the Mean' has a sentence: 'There is nothing more visible than what is hidden, and nothing more manifest than what is subtle. Therefore, the superior man is watchful over himself when he is alone.'"

"What does it mean?"

Li Xuewu paused and said: "Do not relax your requirements for yourself in places where others cannot see or hear, and do not be unconstrained by small details because of small things."

"Even if no one cares, you must be cautious in words and actions."

When coming out of the leader's office, Zhang Li still had some self-blame.

When they reached the stairs, she asked the person beside her, Wang Yaoguan: "The leader wouldn't be angry, right?"

"Good intentions did bad things; it's all my fault for being eager for quick success—"

"No way, didn't he say it's okay?"

Wang Yaoguan saw her so annoyed and could only comfort her: "He wouldn't haggle with us."

"Besides, using the name of this book, it's better to ask the leader for instructions," she explained actively: "Didn't Division Chief Bu also say so?"

"Sigh, hard to say—"

Zhang Li seemed to have thought of something, shook her head slightly and said: "These things in the administrative organs are really..."

"No wonder people say do less, make fewer mistakes, don't do, don't make mistakes."

"What else did you think of?"

Wang Yaoguan smiled helplessly and said: "Really no need to worry. The leader is so busy, where would he have time to blame us."

"I'm not talking about this—"

Zhang Li glanced around, pulled her, and walked down the stairs quickly.

After getting out of the Security Building and coming to the courtyard, confirming that no one could eavesdrop, she whispered: "Don't you think Division Chief Bu bringing us to him has another purpose?"

"What? What do you mean?"

Wang Yaoguan was stunned for a moment and asked: "I don't understand what you mean, is it..."

"Section Chief Li can see it," Zhang Li frowned slightly: "You say she can't see it?"

"If she knew our suggestion was inappropriate long ago, why did she bring us to him?"

"You mean..."

Wang Yaoguan also frowned, suspiciously asking: "Is she using us to come to him..."

"Hard to say, hard to say."

Zhang Li shook her head slightly, interrupting her guess.

It's nothing to speak of such words in the form of questions, and there's nothing wrong with suspicion and guessing.

But the most taboo thing is to determine it, or speak with certainty. If it spreads, it really won't be explained clearly.

Especially the Propaganda Division side; who doesn't know Division Chief Bu is narrow-minded? Female leaders just have this kind of bad personality.

"Think carefully about the situation she is about to face."

Zhang Li reminded her in a low voice while walking: "Have all the division chiefs with enough seniority been sent out?"

"Even deputy division chiefs with enough qualifications have been sent out so many, only she is still hanging in the administrative organs, neither up nor down."

Her eyebrows moved, and she said again: "It's all spreading that Section Chief Li is going to be transferred to the Committee Office, it's just a matter of time."

"This is also the last adjustment before promotion. If she doesn't get down during this period, then..."

"Then what will happen?"

Wang Yaoguan asked in surprise and curiosity: "Can't she continue to work in the administrative organs?"

"Yes, of course she can—"

Zhang Li curled her lips and said: "Big departments, small offices, now all sections are compressed into offices."

"Under the background of the separation of power and responsibility, section chiefs have all become workers. Do you think she is willing?"

"Isn't her seniority enough?"

Wang Yaoguan asked suspiciously: "Can't she directly enter the big department and serve as a deputy?"

"Why don't you ask her, see if she is willing," Zhang Li chuckled and said: "Human greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant!"

"There are few female cadres in our factory. There are even fewer in her position. What if she is sent out for two years and makes a big department?"

"Er—this is impossible, right?"

Wang Yaoguan raised her eyebrows and asked: "What rank is a big department? Still a full division? Deputy hall?"

"Where is it so fast, level 11."

Zhang Li understood a bit and guessed randomly: "Our factory is promoting to a group. At that time, the rank of group leaders might be higher, but it's hard to say for big departments and offices."

She raised her eyebrows and explained: "This is called pinching the head and removing the tail, not wanting the middle."

"Then what else is there—"

Wang Yaoguan couldn't help but smile at what she said and said: "Where did you hear all this? Really interesting."

"There are many interesting things—"

Zhang Li pointed at her and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "My apology is clearly expressed. You must convey it to me; don't let Section Chief Li give me small shoes to wear."

"What—"

Wang Yaoguan was stunned by her words, then shyly and angrily scolded: "You even make such jokes randomly!"

"I haven't had time to confirm," Bu Qingfang asked seriously: "Afterwards, is the Literature and Art Publishing House under the jurisdiction of propaganda or organization?"

"Or is it directly managed by the Comprehensive Management Department?"

"How do you know that the leader in charge of organization doesn't care about propaganda?"

Li Xuewu pinched his eyebrows, glanced at her, and said: "I can only tell you that the Comprehensive Management Department is a department responsible for organizational and coordination work."

"What about the authority?"

Bu Qingfang didn't care about the impatience in Li Xuewu's words, with the posture of breaking the casserole and asking to the end.

She looked at Li Xuewu and said: "This still needs to be made clear, which is also convenient for the subsequent work arrangements and layout."

"The authority is naturally in propaganda."

Li Xuewu had no choice but to say: "This is actually something that doesn't need to be considered. The construction of a big department is not splitting the family."

"However, you still have to figure out the drawbacks of the separation of power and responsibility. It's impossible to have multiple centers here; coordination is certain."

"If you are responsible for coordination, I won't worry."

Bu Qingfang spoke quite straightforwardly, picked up the teacup and said: "What I worry about is several butts on top of my head; I don't know who I should listen to."

"Sigh—" Li Xuewu shook his head helplessly and said: "This is so tooth-aching; what kind of butt is that."

It has to be said that they are propaganda cadres; they don't even bring dirty words when insulting people.

Who uses their butt to speak?

"Alright, I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately," Li Xuewu comforted her: "Communicate more with the leaders."

"Since things have caught up, they must be solved, right?"

He sized the other party up and reminded: "Getting emotional can't solve problems; on the contrary, it has the opposite effect."

"Sigh—what emotions do I have."

Bu Qingfang sighed and said: "Where do I have that qualification and seniority? I just rely on a background."

"Forget it, can't ask for it, thinking more is useless."

She shook her head slightly and said: "Even if I'm stuck in the Propaganda Division, it doesn't matter. At worst, I'll just grind for another five years."

"Not necessarily, there is hope."

Li Xuewu drank some hot tea and asked: "How is the situation at the Literature and Art Publishing House? Any progress?"

"You still know Old Ding's ability."

Bu Qingfang nodded and said: "Making up for the past, he is counting on this time to turn the tables, so how could he not sell his strength."

"While engaging in organizational construction, while grasping business development, grasping both hands, and grasping both very well."

She introduced: "The foundation of literature and art work is good, plus the support of the theater and two cinemas, theme propaganda expansion is very rapid, and influence will be formed this year."

"The focus is still on the United Industrial Daily."

Bu Qingfang said seriously: "How to improve the influence of the United Industrial Daily is the first hurdle to test him."

"And the industrial newspaper is also the best choice to produce results."

"Don't slack off on the supervision of propaganda."

Li Xuewu listened to her introduction and emphasized cautiously: "Relevant propaganda content must have a sufficient pre-audit mechanism, including live broadcasts, dramas, etc."

"It's not easy for the factory to set up this stage; don't let any black sheep appear, affecting everyone's hard work and efforts."

He focused on a few points of attention, all of which were directions prone to problems under the recent changes in the situation.

Bu Qingfang made records very seriously; she came to ask for Buddha, but her main job still had to be grasped.

The two talked for more than ten minutes. Taking advantage of Peng Xiaoli entering the room, he actively ended the conversation.

"Round your own dreams yourself. I don't need you to remind me of what I can help you with," Li Xuewu looked at her and said seriously: "If it really doesn't work, then you can only mix with me."

"No other way—" He smiled helplessly and said: "Otherwise, discuss it when the time comes; you can be my leader too, I don't care."

"Better not, you lead me."

Bu Qingfang saw Li Xuewu really give her a bottom line, and also smiled with satisfaction.

"It's settled then. If I don't mix well, I'll mix with you. Don't deny it when the time comes."

"Hehehe—"

Li Xuewu also had too many lice to worry about. Recently, there were countless people coming to him to run relationships, impossible to guard against, annoying to death.

Others could be muddled through, but Bu Qingfang still had to be treated seriously.

Regardless of ability or seniority, this female general was capable of fighting, but her mentality was unstable, missing the opportunity.

If she could really be used, she would definitely be a more reliable partner than Kuang Yusheng.

If talking about Kuang Yusheng... sigh.

This chess piece was thrown out; whether it could be taken back was still an unknown.

Even if it was taken back, what if another Nie Chenglin was taken back? He would really become an enemy, slapping his own face?

"It's Saturday—where are you going to play this weekend?"

Wang Lu came out of the office and saw Peng Xiaoli passing by, so she smiled and greeted him.

Peng Xiaoli saw it was her and said amusedly: "Your partner is coming back soon, right?"

"If he knew you were so carefree at home, he'd have to beat you when he comes back—"

"That's why you can't find a partner!"

Wang Lu curled her lips and joked: "Young, yet you have to live like an old man."

"If talking about being old-fashioned, I admire you!"

"I call this mature, okay!"

Peng Xiaoli had his own small office. Although it was hung under the Comprehensive Office, he didn't usually work there.

The clerks in the Comprehensive Office saw him and either flattered him or avoided him, making him impatient to interact.

Only Wang Lu was an exception.

This girl was truly big-hearted, or rather, open and extroverted, acting carelessly towards everyone.

Even if someone scolded her, she would just smile and pass, and share whatever delicious food she had with everyone.

Actually, everyone knew who her uncle was, and even more knew that her partner was Zhao Yajun, a key training object for the Security Division in the future.

This administrative organ was originally a place of filth and dirt, but here it became like a playground, unscrupulous.

Casual interaction in normal times is fine, but when the weekend comes, she always invites young colleagues to go out and play.

Regardless of gender, as long as they can talk, they go climbing mountains or visiting parks, carefree and comfortable.

Of course, everyone knows she is engaged, so everyone dares not provoke Xia Zhongquan, and even less dares to provoke Li Xuewu.

Those who can go must be both men and women, and know how to avoid some trouble.

Wang Lu is not really stupid. The objects she invites must be women first, then men. Gradually, she has made many friends.

If talking about being popular, she has more face than Peng Xiaoli.

Upstairs and downstairs, whoever sees her will smile and joke a few words, without any fear or precaution.

Even units outside the security group have made many friends. When going to the cafeteria to eat, she is too busy to greet everyone.

Someone joked privately, who would guard against her? That would be making one's heart as small as a needle's eye.

It's just short of saying she's a silly big sister.

"Fine—you go be mature—"

Wang Lu waved her hand and said: "I originally wanted to introduce a partner to you, but now I'm annoyed seeing you."

"I really thank you—"

Peng Xiaoli was laughing and crying. Searching the whole security group, no one dared to say they were annoyed in front of him.

Outside, he's not worth much, but in the security group, he is the leader's secretary, who dares to offend him.

"Why? Moved?"

Wang Lu smiled and said: "Regret it, right? If I say who I invited, I guarantee you'll regret it even more."

"Who? Tell me, let me regret it."

Peng Xiaoli raised his eyebrows and teased her: "If you can make me regret it, I'll treat you to an ice cream."

"Tsk, who cares! Teasing a child!"

Wang Lu rolled her eyes, then mysteriously said: "Dance team, very beautiful..."

"Forget it!"

Peng Xiaoli didn't even wait for her to finish, waving his hands repeatedly: "The leader is waiting for me there, let's see you later."

"Hey! I haven't finished yet!"

Seeing him run away quickly, Wang Lu muttered: "Why is it like seeing a ghost? Not recognizing a good heart!"

There is no one who doesn't see a ghost. Following Li Xuewu for more than a year, Peng Xiaoli has seen too much of the "dirt" of the dance team.

What makes him most resistant is the impression Zhou Miaomiao gave him.

Others don't know, but he is well-informed and knows some special situations.

Before the New Year, it was rumored that the factory started building residential areas this year and has opened the channel for residential exchange applications.

Some people said Zhou Miaomiao went to ask about the layout and situation of houses over one hundred square meters, dropping many people's jaws.

Even if the dowry is high, even if the dowry is high, even if the couple earns a lot, aiming for a house over one hundred square meters from the start.

This really made a group of people feel that those who can do are not as good as those who can talk, and those who can talk are not as good as those who can do and can suck.

This year is not like later generations. Zhou Miaomiao lives boldly, but no one envies her. Her disgust and repulsion are also obvious. She mixes even worse than Peng Xiaoli in Red Star Factory, with no friends at all.

In this year, once the reputation is rotten, the person is rotten.

Zhou Miaomiao, who grasped time, place, and people, is destined not to go high. Enjoying it now is also a wise move.

What is time? Li Quan Huai De.

What is place? Dou Qian Yaozu.

What is people? Zhou Airen Tan.

Letting Peng Xiaoli marry a girl who bears such environmental risks, he might as well wait for Li Xue. What if?

"Elevators, cranes, mixers, etc., the heavy machinery on the Santa Ya Group order has started delivery."

Peng Xiaoli stood in front of the desk and reported to Li Xuewu: "Industrial hardware, bearings, pipe fittings, fasteners, etc., some orders are digested internally, some are outsourced to the supply chain. By May this year, it can reach 35% of the total order volume..."

"In other words," Li Xuewu raised his head and looked at him: "All categories of Santa Ya Group's orders have started production, right?"

"That's the case, leader," Peng Xiaoli replied: "Newly purchased commodities are adjusted according to the production plan; the Production Management Division didn't make special registration."

"Mm, mm, enough."

Li Xuewu nodded, pointed at him with the pencil in his hand, and asked: "Have the industrial production data been collected?"

He reminded: "This is what I asked for on Tuesday, right? I've already talked to the leader there."

"Electronic, automobile, shipbuilding, and other large commodities are easy to count, but hardware and food haven't been collected yet."

Peng Xiaoli explained with difficulty: "Mainly because each branch factory is undergoing organizational structure reform, and some have to be split and reorganized, and relevant business data also need to be revised."

"Especially now that various departments in the administrative organs lack necessary means and channels to contact relevant departments of the branch factories..."

"Then arrange for special personnel to connect by phone."

Li Xuewu frowned: "Foreign businessmen are coming next week, and now you can't even get production data?"

He thought for a moment, he needed to find an idle person to do this work.

"You hand this matter over to Li Haiyang, ask Director Li to call each branch factory to ask for data!"

"Ah?!!!"

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