Chapter 1284: Am I a Great Person?

"Actually, it would have been fine if you didn't agree."

Ji Weidong took a puff of his cigarette, raised his eyebrows and said: "My mother was also hindered by face, that's why she acted as the go-between."

"It's fine, I'm already used to it."

Li Xuewu raised his head and glanced at the pedestrians on the side of the street, and said indifferently: "There won't be a shortage of such things in the future."

After talking with Fu Caining, Ji Weidong sent him downstairs, and the two stood by the street and chatted.

Without the laughter and playfulness, there was a bit of estrangement in the conversation.

It's inevitable; anyone who encounters this situation will have some resentment in their heart, and Ji Weidong also saw that Li Xuewu was unhappy.

Although he just said that Li Xuewu could refuse his mother's go-between, these are just human relationship matters.

To talk about closeness, the personal relationship with Li Xuewu is still tighter.

However, Li Xuewu also knows that if someone can beg for a favor in front of Fu Caining and it is difficult to refuse, then it must be something he needs to maintain and support, otherwise Fu Caining would not have talked to him.

Since Fu Caining didn't say in front of him that he could refuse, then he had no room to refuse this matter.

Ji Weidong was in a difficult spot; he couldn't speak ill of his mother in front of a friend, and even less could he persuade a friend for his mother.

The friendship with Li Xuewu must be more precious than any bullshit human favor; at least he had never promised any request to do things for Li Xuewu.

The two stood there for a long while without saying a word.

It wasn't awkward, but it was better than awkward.

Li Xuewu could also see Ji Weidong's dilemma, smiled, and asked: "Seeing you so free, is the matter finished?"

"Hmm, came back just for this matter," Ji Weidong glanced at him and explained: "The Bureau attaches great importance to these people from Arte, hoping I will keep an eye on them more, in case there is some harvest."

After revealing a little bit of work content, he looked at Li Xuewu again and asked: "The matter just now... if it's very difficult, find a reason to push it away. Anyway, my mother will return to Hong Kong in a few days."

"That wouldn't be good—" Li Xuewu shook his head with a smile and said: "It's fine, junk can also be exchanged for money, right."

Li Xuewu's difficulty wasn't faked either; he really didn't want to take on this kind of troublesome work.

However, Beijing Automobile Factory dumping heavy assets and seeking industrial upgrading also gave Red Star Factory an opportunity to intervene in production standards.

Sedans and some specialized parts factories are like chicken ribs to Red Star Factory, although they don't have much taste.

But just like Li Xuewu mentioned to Fu Caining, junk is not worth money, and how much it is priced still has to be decided by Red Star Factory.

"Are you waiting for President Fu to return to Hong Kong together?"

Li Xuewu rested his hands on the railing and glanced at the Volga M24 parked across the street. Nie Xiaoguang was smoking and chatting.

He was, of course, not the driver; the driver was still Han Jiankun.

It was just that Li Xuewu had a rare opportunity to go out, and Han Jiankun took him for practical training, teaching him some necessary knowledge.

It was just that Nie Xiaoguang was like a hairy rabbit, couldn't sit still in the car, squatted by the street and smoked, and bothered Han Jiankun every now and then.

Wang Xiaoqin spent more and more time at Red Star Factory, and a car allocation became an urgent problem to be solved.

Although she had a 212 in the Wei Third Regiment, she often came to Red Star Factory, which was troublesome for her and the driver.

Simply, a few days ago, after Han Jiankun took office, that command vehicle was returned to the Security Group as Wang Xiaoqin's allocated vehicle.

Li Xuewu used that Volga that Li Huai De had replaced for his daily commute and daily travel.

Imported car, only used for a year or so; it wasn't suitable for other vice directors, and even less suitable for those below, so he used it.

"Han Yating is annoying me to death, not allowing me to go to her unit during the day," Ji Weidong said listlessly: "My son doesn't want me either, seeing his grandmother and grandfather all day; we two don't have anything to say."

He squinted at Li Xuewu against the afternoon sun and said: "Stealing half a day of leisure, I'm about to be bored to death."

"The reason I'm waiting for my mother is because I can take a special plane back to Hong Kong. If I buy a ticket and wait myself, I might not have a flight for a week or two."

"Direct flight to Hong Kong? Then it's really worth waiting for," Li Xuewu nodded and said: "I've been to Yangcheng by train once, that feeling was really..."

"I won't go to Yangcheng by train in this life," Ji Weidong nodded in agreement: "Being a fool once is enough, and even then, our leader laughed at me for more than half a year. He's damaged to the bone."

"Are there many businesses for Shunfeng Ocean Shipping?"

The two chatted for a few words, and Li Xuewu became concerned about the business in Hong Kong.

Ji Weidong nodded, staring at the big girl walking by in a skirt and said: "Developing very fast, it should be said that Hong Kong is developing very fast."

After being glared at by that girl, Ji Weidong smiled indifferently, turned to look at Li Xuewu and said: "You can't imagine, in just three years, how much the throughput of Prince Port has increased. This is still during an economic crisis."

"I'm convinced by your vision."

He was like a dog that couldn't change its habit of eating shit; he turned his head and stared at a girl in a black and white polka-dot shirt, smacked his lips and said: "Building a port in Yingcheng not only connects Jinmen but also runs through Steel City, Fengcheng, and other places."

The girl in the polka-dot shirt was a bit afraid of his rogue look, walked past cautiously with her head down, not daring to provoke his wanton eyes.

"As long as Yingcheng Port is built, connecting Jinmen and Prince Port, this road will be smooth and favorable," he looked at the girl walking past and patted the railing with some annoyance, saying: "Container cargo ships will inevitably be the future shipping trend."

"As long as this line is run smoothly, then Northeast Asia, Southeast Asia can all be reached, North America, South America, France, Italy can also be reached."

Ji Weidong's eyes were like searchlights, scanning the street. As long as a big girl or a little daughter-in-law passed by, he would inevitably stare at them and look them over carefully.

They say there are hooks in a lover's eyes, but right now there are sticks in Ji Weidong's eyes; whoever he catches, he has to poke them.

"Ordered three 15,000-ton container cargo ships," Li Xuewu didn't care about him, rested his elbows on the railing and asked: "Are you going to order more?"

"Order, continue to order, must order."

Ji Weidong found another target, and what he said didn't seem to be about ordering ships, but rather like blowing a charge horn.

However, he still remembered that this was the mainland, not the flower-laden world of Hong Kong; it was just that his gaze was wanton, but his body was very honest.

"Shunfeng Ocean Shipping's business is far from saturated," he explained: "Those old bastards in Hong Kong are all renting and buying ships all over the world. They must have a mentality and confidence in being optimistic about the future shipping industry, and I have it too."

"Not only order ships, but also order big ships," he turned to look at Li Xuewu seriously and said: "In the future, 15,000 tons will be the foundation."

"Bragging also needs to be taxed," Li Xuewu reminded with a smile: "With Yingcheng Shipbuilding's manufacturing capacity, the orders placed now will be fully delivered by September at the latest. By then, I'll see if you don't order."

"What if I order ships next time?"

Ji Weidong stared at Li Xuewu's eyes like he was calling out: "Next time 15,000 tons won't work either; I want to order 20,000 or 30,000 tons. I'm afraid you won't be able to build them."

"Even children can be built, and we can't build ships?"

Li Xuewu glanced at him amusedly and said: "Don't worry, we can even build 50,000-ton container cargo ships."

"Santa Ya Group? Or Andrew's Jilixing?"

Ji Weidong looked him over and asked: "You wouldn't have really slept with that woman Xiangta'er, right? Why is she so generous to you?"

"If you say you didn't sleep with her, then you slept with Andrew!"

This damaged kid didn't have any moral integrity in his mouth, teasing Li Xuewu: "I heard that Italians play very wildly, not worse than the French."

"Are you still feeling inferior because of your own looks?" Li Xuewu's mouth also became poisonous, smiling and saying: "If the ship orders in the second half of the year are less than 30,000 tons, if you dare to come back, I will break your legs."

"If the ship orders in the second half of the year are higher than 30,000 tons, you give me that Zhou Miaomiao I saw at the club stadium."

Ji Weidong was really hungry, staring at Li Xuewu and saying: "Don't tell me she's a good woman, traditional person 7, my eyes have X-rays."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Li Xuewu to refuse, patted the railing, turned around and said: "You don't know, the whole world's shipping is looking at Hong Kong. This is a weather vane."

"We occupy the convenience of the port; no matter how many ships we have, it's not enough. Let alone 30,000 tons, if it weren't for no money, I would dare to order 300,000-ton cargo ships."

He turned his head back, looked at Li Xuewu and said fiercely: "The current situation is that the winner is king; whoever has the ability eats. Those old bastards are renting and ordering ships all over the world, but none of them have lower ordering costs than mine."

"This is my advantage—"

Ji Weidong showed his dominance in front of Li Xuewu for the first time, pointing at the country and saying: "Not only order big ships, but Prince Port also needs to be expanded."

"By then, it will really be 'August Yangtze River ten thousand miles clear, one thousand sails bring light wind'."

"Then I wish you 'the roc rises with the wind in one day, soaring up ninety thousand miles'," Li Xuewu stood up straight with a smile and said: "Let more people see the giant ships of Yingcheng Shipbuilding, and let more people enjoy the benefits of Red Star Industry."

"Hehe, can we not talk like this?"

Ji Weidong was a bit sensitive, dug his ears, glanced at Li Xuewu with disgust, and said: "Just chatting between brothers, you still drag literature and drop book bags with me?"

"Hehe, you are really a dog!"

Li Xuewu turned around, leaned on the railing, crossed his arms and asked: "Is President Fu's matter not finished yet? Been back for many days, right."

"Sigh—you don't know how busy my mother is now, and how annoyed she is by those fart things," Ji Weidong shook his head, looked at Li Xuewu and said: "You know, right, my mother's unit is also responsible for foreign procurement work."

"Unhuh—" Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, nodded clearly, and asked: "Isn't it just buy buy buy, what's there to be annoyed about."

"Hehe, if it were that simple, it would be fine."

Ji Weidong whispered: "Do you know what those people want?"

"Swimming pool equipment, tennis court equipment, various foreign decoration materials, high-end goods... and even foreign movies!"

He widened his eyes and said fiercely: "Those have copyrights. One hundred and eighty thousand are smashed in, just to watch some bullshit art, fuck!"

"I seriously doubt whether they understand film art, or if they are purely afraid to go out, just pointing at this thing to close the door and build a car to watch the world."

Ji Weidong is a bit of a young patriot, muttering to Li Xuewu: "You don't know, that person only eats egg whites, can't have a little egg yolk, eats chicks at half a catty, fish must have the head and tail pinched off, crabs only eat males and not females, spinach must be made into vegetable puree, celery must have the tendons pulled out, mung bean sprouts must have the head and tail pinched off."

"That person also pays great attention to health products, just likes to take imported protein powder, one bucket price is tens of dollars, hehe—"

He raised his eyebrows at Li Xuewu and said: "I heard that person has health benefits for tea drinks. Guess what absurd thing she did?"

"On a whim, she wanted to plant Longjing in the courtyard! Spit—"

Ji Weidong spat and whispered: "Transported high-quality old tea trees from Qiantang by four transport planes, and specially built a warm room for the tea trees in winter to prevent freezing, but what was the result?"

"Hehe, even a fool knows it can't be planted. Within a year, all the tea trees withered. She was good, and asked people to transport the tea trees back to Qiantang by plane."

"You just say, is she bored?" Ji Weidong muttered: "I think I'm enough of a bastard, she's even more..."

"Of course, it's like this at this time."

After saying a lot, he felt it was boring himself, lowered his head and said: "Those who want high-end watches, high-end furniture, home appliances, televisions must be the biggest and best, a little bit worse won't do."

"Even fishing rods and car horns must be imported."

He turned to look at Li Xuewu and said: "The person I just mentioned likes Paris fashion goods, one set of wigs is worth 4,500 francs, not to mention expensive photography equipment and film, as well as Mercedes-Benz cars."

"Heh heh—" He seemed to have thought of something, and looking at Li Xuewu's calm, unruffled expression, he smiled and whispered: "The electrical appliances I bought for you last time were actually just piggybacking on someone else's ride. There were two identical sets in total, and I gave you one of them. Am I a good friend or what?"

"You are really fucking enough of a friend!"

Li Xuewu bit his back teeth and nodded, supported the railing with his hands and made a signature jump of "Dongguan Boy", and walked towards the opposite side.

Coincidentally, two police officers walked over, followed by a timid girl wearing a black and white polka-dot shirt.

The police saw Li Xuewu jumping over the railing and just wanted to open their mouths to tell him to stand still, but also discovered that he was walking towards the luxury car on the opposite side.

The two looked at each other, silently stopped what they were going to say, and turned their eyes to the suspicious man standing by the railing, looking around wantonly.

"Police comrades, it's him!"

The timid girl relied on someone to support her, pointed at Ji Weidong and said: "He doesn't look like a good person at first glance, and that person also knows him."

She pointed at Li Xuewu who had already walked to the other side of the street and said: "Just now I saw them talking and laughing, they shouldn't be good people either."

The two police officers raised their eyebrows, didn't need to look at each other, and collectively ignored the second half of the girl's sentence, and also increased their vigilance in their hearts.

Being able to talk and laugh with people riding in high-end cars, can that be an ordinary person?

The two looked at the suspicious man's dress, very foreign, looking like a young master from a wealthy family, which was rare in this period.

"Comrade, hello," the two saluted and requested: "Please show your work identification."

"What for? Why do you want to see my identification?"

Ji Weidong was flying eyes with Li Xuewu who was watching the fun by the car, but was interrupted by the voice beside him, and turned his head suddenly, only to find that the situation was a bit big.

The two police officers were really polite, clamped him from left to right, and reminded: "This female comrade said you were acting like a rogue here. If you can't produce any proof of your identity, then come with us for a trip."

"Who's acting like a rogue!"

Ji Weidong widened his eyes, looked at the girl who was glaring at him, curled his lips and said: "How did I treat you? Did I touch you or kiss you? If you don't make it clear, I can sue you for defamation!"

"You! You were acting like a rogue!"

The girl was also straightforward, pointed at Ji Weidong and shouted loudly: "Just now the two police comrades also saw it, your look wasn't a good look—"

"Hehe, I looked at you and I was acting like a rogue?"

Ji Weidong laughed: "Then I looked at the two police comrades, was I also acting like a rogue to them, or are you not allowed to be looked at by others?"

"You—you are talking nonsense!"

The girl was also tender-faced, seeing such a shameless rogue for the first time, and even after she brought the police to catch him in the act, he was still quibbling here!

"Be honest!" Seeing the girl shedding tears, the two police officers frowned, looked at Ji Weidong and scolded: "Report your name and home address."

"Li Xuewu! Come over—"

Ji Weidong was too lazy to pay attention to them, and greeted Li Xuewu who was watching the fun by the car: "This is your territory, aren't you going to manage it?"

Li Xuewu was also really damaged, waved his hand with a smile, turned around and opened the car door to get in, and even slapped Nie Xiaoguang who came over to watch the fun.

The two police officers also saw something, looked at Ji Weidong, then looked at the car slowly starting to leave across the street, and turned to look at each other.

"Comrade, now please provide necessary proof of identity," the older police officer said seriously: "Or report your name and home address."

"Okay, you're good, Li Xuewu!"

Ji Weidong gritted his teeth and stared at the direction the car left, muttering: "Just you wait, I won't find this place back!"

He took out his identification from his pocket and looked at the two police officers and asked: "Didn't you see the one who just passed by?"

"He jumped over the railing, aren't you going to catch him?"

Ji Weidong said angrily: "Could it be that you turned a blind eye because he got into a big sedan? Then I'm going to find trouble for you."

The older police officer took the identification with a rare seal, and seriously opened it to check, and compared it with Ji Weidong himself.

"Look, look at will, look carefully."

Ji Weidong was still that listless look, looked at the girl in the black and white polka-dot shirt and shook his chin, and asked indignantly: "Have you ever seen such a handsome, dashing rogue?"

The girl also saw that something was wrong. The two police officers took a long time to look at that identification, their faces changed, and their eyes changed.

She looked at the police nervously and fearfully, but didn't dare to look at the bad rogue who was muttering in front of her. His eyes were so scary.

"Comrade, I think this should be a misunderstanding."

The old police officer still had experience, closed the identification without a trace, handed it back to Ji Weidong, and looked at the girl and said: "Are you hurt?"

"No—but—"

The girl seemed to understand something, stole a glance at the bad man staring at her and said: "I clearly saw him looking at people with that kind of look, and also..."

She raised her head, looked at the two police officers and said: "The two of you also saw it when you just came over. He was looking around there, not a good person."

"Hehe, looking around is not a good person," Ji Weidong rolled his eyes, turned to look at the two police officers and asked: "Can I sue her for defamation?"

"In principle, you can," the old police officer gritted his teeth, knowing he had met a stubble today, but still explained patiently: "But any masses have the responsibility and obligation to report suspicious elements, don't you think?"

"And we only checked your identification and didn't cause any impact on you. I think a cadre like you doesn't need to be serious with her, right?"

The old police officer knew he couldn't afford to provoke Ji Weidong, but still reminded him implicitly that if things got big, it wouldn't be good for anyone.

To be honest, if it weren't for seriously looking at the identification and confirming it was the person himself, both felt that when they just came over, this person's look was really rogue.

"Okay, I won't pursue her responsibility."

Ji Weidong shook his identification, raised his eyebrows and said: "But you have to punish that bastard who jumped over the railing just now, preferably detain him for 15 days."

"Stop making trouble, jumping over the railing is at most a fine and warning," the young police officer said with a wry smile: "Everyone's work is very busy, no need to be like this, right?"

"Then I'm really sorry—"

Ji Weidong turned to look at the girl and said: "You have to report your name, address, and work unit to these two police comrades, so that I can find you when I want to sue you for defamation."

"Then please tell me the identity information of the person just now," the old police officer's patience was about to run out, but he still said calmly: "I will find him and conduct criticism and education on the matter of jumping over the railing."

"Very good!" Ji Weidong looked at the two with a cheap look and said: "His name is Li Xuewu. He was originally the deputy director of the Security Division of your branch, and now he is the first deputy political commissar and deputy regiment commander of the Wei Third Regiment."

"He is also the Secretary-General of Red Star Factory outside Dongzhimen. He should be back to the factory now. Go catch him, one catch one accurate!"

He looked at the dumbfounded girl in the polka-dot shirt with excitement and said: "Look, I also reported the bad guy, am I a great person?"

Two police officers: I bought a watch last year!

"Are you really friends with that person?"

Nie Xiaoguang sat in the passenger seat. After the car drove away for a long time, he couldn't help but turn back and ask this question.

Li Xuewu closed his eyes to rest his mind, and hummed in his nostrils, not knowing whether it was an answer to his words or an unintentional light hum.

Han Jiankun was driving, and stared at the passenger seat irritably. This kid had been taught several times, why was he so oil and salt-proof?

It was said that drivers should train themselves to be dumb, not ask what they shouldn't ask, and not say what they shouldn't say. Where did so much nonsense come from?

However, Nie Xiaoguang was only eighteen, and this age was still in the stage of being disliked by dogs. So it was not surprising to be hairy and restless.

Seeming to hear Li Xuewu's answer, Nie Xiaoguang asked again: "Then why didn't you save him?"

He heard Li Xuewu's light hum, but didn't see Master Han's death stare.

If Li Xuewu weren't in the car, Han Jiankun could have stopped the car on the side of the road, pulled Nie Xiaoguang out of the car and beaten him up.

"First of all, he didn't die," Li Xuewu had patience and really answered the curious baby's question, "Secondly, this is a joke between friends."

"Do you friends all joke like this?"

Nie Xiaoguang looked at Li Xuewu with some surprise, grinned and whispered: "I heard for the first time that being checked by the police is also a joke."

"Can you shut your mouth?"

Han Jiankun finally couldn't bear it, turned his head and glared at him, and reminded fiercely: "You don't want me to throw you out of the car now and run back to the factory by myself, right?"

"Okay, okay, you are the master!"

Nie Xiaoguang knew how to surrender in time, raised his hands in a surrender gesture, and even made a zipper gesture on his mouth.

But before Han Jiankun could catch his breath and turn his head to continue driving, he turned on the car radio.

Under Han Jiankun's gnashing teeth expression, this kid didn't know whether to live or die and tuned to the Red Star Radio Station program.

Nie Xiaoguang looked at the master and smiled slightly. The look seemed to be saying: Okay, I won't talk, then it's okay for it to talk, right?

To be honest, Han Jiankun had never encountered this kind of role, and the origins of the two could be considered half a catty to eight taels.

One is the son of an engineer, the other is the son of a deputy factory director.

He also heard about the misfortune of Nie Xiaoguang's father. At first, he felt sympathy, thinking it was rare for a young man to put down the butcher knife and turn back to the shore.

Since Li Xuewu chose Nie Xiaoguang as his driver, he taught him wholeheartedly, training him to become a qualified driver as soon as possible.

A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, but who would have thought that this kid learns to drive very fast, but his personality is really hard to take.

You never know what kind of trouble he can cause. If you are not careful, he can make some new tricks under your nose.

Following Li Xuewu for more than two years, he had never gotten out of the car to pry into the leader's privacy, and even less listened to the radio when the leader was closing his eyes and thinking about things.

As a result, this kid did it all!

What must the leader be thinking? It's not that this kid is a bastard, it's that he didn't teach him well.

Han Jiankun's back teeth were about to be bitten off, and 180 ideas of killing him popped up in his heart.

"Good afternoon, listeners, this is the 'Red Flag Flying' program of Red Star United Industrial Radio Station. I am the host, Gu Li Aisha..."

"Good afternoon, listeners. This is the Red Star United Industrial Radio Station's program 'Flying Red Flag'. I am your host, Gu Li Aisha..."

Han Jiankun glanced at him, signaled the direction of the back seat, and reminded softly: "The leader is resting, you are listening to the radio?"

"Who said that? The leader just spoke—" Nie Xiaoguang looked back at Li Xuewu and asked softly: "Leader, are you asleep..."

Before his words were finished, he was pulled back by his collar by Han Jiankun, and even received a punch.

This is really a living father! I remind you, and you really dare to ask the leader?

Even if the leader is really asleep, wouldn't you wake him up by asking!

Nie Xiaoguang didn't know why he received this, and looked at the master blankly.

But Han Jiankun was stabilizing his emotions at this moment, very afraid that anger would affect his driving skills, and then affect the leader's rest in the back seat.

It's just... fucking this kid seems to have already affected the leader.

He turned his head and stared at Nie Xiaoguang, his mouth shook without saying a word, but his eyes had already told the other party: Wait for me to return to the factory to clean you up.

Nie Xiaoguang was a bit sullen, and a bit indignant, muttering: "I think listening to her voice can make you rest better."

Han Jiankun was speechless. Where did the leader find this piece of material? Was it to deliberately temper him?

Thinking that he was going to take a management position, and would encounter all kinds of bastards like this in the future, he must pass this level?

If understood this way, the leader is really painstaking, after all, this kind of goods is really hard to find!

Li Xuewu in the back seat was almost unable to hold back his laughter. Han Jiankun had been his driver for more than two years, and the words he spoke in the car were definitely not as many as today.

And this was the first time he saw Han Jiankun lose his composure. Even characters like Qin Jingru, he endured.

Gu Li Aisha becoming a literary program host for the radio station is not novel. Although he didn't nod, and didn't deliberately arrange it, Zhou Miaomiao had already understood and judged his meaning, and recommended her to Yu Haitang.

You ask if Zhou Miaomiao has such a big face in front of Yu Haitang?

Of course she does. Not to mention the relationship with Director Li, just talking about herself, she is also a deputy director-level staff member working in the Commission Office and Economic Group.

On weekdays, she contacts leaders and participates in key work.

Yu Haitang reached this position not by her voice, but by a lively heart.

Regardless of the reason for Zhou Miaomiao's recommendation, as long as Gu Li Aisha's voice and basic skills are passable, she has the willingness to cultivate the other party.

Why care about so many twists and turns behind the scenes? People have arrived at her place. Whose person it is, whose favor it is, will be known sooner or later.

However, to be honest, the dance student cultivated by the Nationalities Institute actually has the basic skills of singing, which is really suitable for literary broadcasting.

Just like what Nie Xiaoguang said, Gu Li Aisha sat in the studio, and her voice became soft, just like the warm sunshine in the afternoon of April.

At least it was gentler than Yu Haitang's voice. The vocal lines and emotions of the two were not of the same type.

Yu Haitang's way of speaking, or broadcasting, is accustomed to using the more mainstream, generous, and heroic tone. There is no problem with news broadcasting and interview broadcasting, but doing literary broadcasting...

It's Li Kezhang Fei holding an embroidery needle in front of you, and pinching his fingers to scrape the hair beside his ears, calling you "official man", do you dare to answer?

Of course, Gu Li Aisha's voice is not as wretched as Nie Xiaoguang said. What "blowing air in the ear" is too fucking nonsense.

This is the psychological fantasy of a young man in love. What he hears and what he imagines are combined, thinking that the anchor is what kind of person.

In later generations, you can't even see the real appearance of people, and you don't even know if they are human, let alone now.

It can only be said that this kid is in spring.

"Hello, Director Li, we meet again."

Vice Director Lu of Liaodong got out of the car, shook hands with Li Huai De who was welcoming him, and greeted with a smile: "Always wanted to come to Red Star Factory as a guest, this time finally got my wish. Thank you for your invitation."

"You are too polite," Li Huai De said with a smile while holding his hand: "Being able to invite you as a guest, Red Star Factory is the one that is brilliant."

"Hahaha—"

The two held hands and laughed loudly, and introduced the comrades who came with them to each other.

Li Huai De first shook hands with the other party, expressing welcome, and then Vice Director Lu shook hands and greeted the group of people from Red Star Factory who welcomed him.

Seeing Li Xuewu, he was naturally not a stranger, and said politely with a smile: "Thank you, Secretary-General Li, for doing the work, making this meeting happen so quickly."

"I only did a little bit," Li Xuewu supported his hand with the other hand, and said politely: "It is your enthusiasm for work that infected me."

"Hahaha—"

It can be seen that Lu Qiming is very happy. Li Huai De, the director of the Red Star Factory Management Committee, stood here to welcome him in person, and there was also a vice director in charge of the economy. It can be said that he gave enough face.

And very appropriately, there was a red banner with yellow characters in front of the reception hall, writing the words welcoming the comrades from Liaodong Province to visit.

Compared with white background and black characters, this banner looked very pleasing to the eye.

Details reveal attitude, at least he can see that Red Star Factory used its heart for his welcome.

Both sides entered the hall together, and under the guidance of the service staff, came to the small conference room on the second floor, which had already been arranged as a reception room.

Sitting down between greetings and politeness, the propaganda personnel of both sides clicked their cameras as quickly as possible, grabbing the main angles of their respective leaders, and doing follow-up records.

That is, in less than three minutes, the photographer retreated to the position by the door, where there were prepared seats for them to rest.

In the middle and at the end, there is still photography work to be done.

"To be honest, I came here this time just to talk about cooperation."

Lu Qiming said very frankly: "Received news in Beijing to hold a meeting, I told our Director Zhang, I will come to open this meeting, just to want to come to Red Star Factory to sit and chat, to see if there are any difficulties in cooperation."

When he said these words, he also signaled the persons in charge of industry from Fengcheng, Steel City, and Yingcheng who came with him.

No need to say, the attitude was very sincere, and Liaodong was determined to win Red Star Factory's continued investment in industry and mining, as well as the Yingcheng Port that was being promoted.

Li Huai De was well prepared, his speech was polite but with a hint of reserve, and he expressed Red Star Factory's current cooperation demands relatively implicitly.

Lu Qiming listened very seriously. After Li Huai De finished speaking, he also asked the persons in charge of industry in the three regions on the spot, and also expressed his own position.

After the leaders of both sides communicated and met, Li Huai De also expressed his position, and asked the staff on the spot to introduce the relevant situation of the project.

Zhou Miaomiao, with the help of colleagues, used the form of data exhibition boards to introduce the construction goals of Red Star Factory's industrial corridor, the planning of Yingcheng Port, and the intention and actual needs of mineral development to the persons in charge of Liaodong industry who came to visit.

This is somewhat different from the coal development initially proposed by Liaodong, including the development of existing rare mineral resources, Red Star Factory requires more and stricter.

But Lu Qiming could also see that Red Star Factory is sincerely doing industry and mineral development, and the capital investment is also solid, not coming with any emptiness.

Especially introducing the technology of the Santa Ya Group, connecting the capital power of banks, and taking Red Star Factory's management as the core to carry out enterprise mergers and transformations.

To put it more bluntly, Red Star Factory doing this, the actual benefits still fell on Liaodong, and also drove the development of Liaodong's industry, economy, and tax revenue.

After simple communication between the two sides, they unanimously agreed to conduct further negotiations and research on the development plan proposed by Red Star Factory.

Including land, manpower, transportation, and other resources involved in the construction of the industrial corridor, land, ocean, management, and other resources involved in the construction of the Yingcheng port area, as well as land, mergers, and reforms involved in mineral development.

Lu Qiming pointed to the persons in charge of industry in the three places on the spot, asked for their opinions and suggestions, and exchanged opinions with Li Huai De.

Finally, the work of carrying out and promoting project negotiations and landing as soon as possible was formed, and Lu Qiming also invited the comrades of Red Star Factory to go to Liaodong again to conduct on-the-spot investigation and research on industrial and mining enterprises, and make further preparations for negotiations.

Red Star Factory also agreed to this opinion and indicated that it would promote the negotiation process involving Zhongrun, Wufengxing, Santa Ya Group, and multiple banks as soon as possible.

It is really that Red Star Factory's layout this time is a bit large, starting from Yingcheng and running through to Fengcheng.

Judging from the current scale, completing the construction of the project within three years, this industrial corridor will bring at least several hundred million in output value growth to Liaodong.

This era is not much for a province, but there is no such industrial economic scale of hundreds or thousands of billions in later generations.

"We won't eat," facing Li Xuewu's warm invitation, Lu Qiming, who walked out of the hall, said politely with a smile: "When you and Director Li come to Liaodong as guests again, I will definitely prepare a banquet and treat you warmly."

"Liaodong's food is not as rich as Beijing's, but it wins in being solid."

Before getting in the car, he held Li Huai De's hand sincerely and said: "For friends, we are willing to communicate and cooperate with the most sincere attitude."

"We have already felt your enthusiasm—"

Li Huai De felt the strength in the other party's hand, also used a little force, and made a response.

Lu Qiming nodded seriously, shook hands and greeted Gao Yaqing and Li Xuewu separately, and issued an invitation again.

Don't know if he is a Northeasterner, but his words and deeds expressed the boldness and enthusiasm of Northeasterners to the fullest, without a trace of dominance, but made people feel like a spring breeze. This is the art of leadership.

Li Xuewu stood at the end of the front row, nodded to Zhou Miaomiao behind him with a smile, and said softly: "Today's performance was very good, keep it up."

"Thank you, Secretary-General—"

Zhou Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled. Getting Li Xuewu's affirmation was happier than anything else, because this was her supervisor.

Previously, Li Xuewu had talked to her. If she wanted to change her career, she had to take shortcuts, play to her strengths and avoid weaknesses, and do what she was good at.

Of course, not that—

It is foreign reception, sales consultation, economic operation, etc. She reads night school at the United Industrial School, and what she learns is knowledge in this area.

She also understood Li Xuewu's words. This is to cultivate her to develop in the direction of sales or economic operation.

Regardless of which direction, she could feel the ease and comfort of being like a fish in water. Just like reporting to Liaodong leaders, for her, stage experience gave her enough confidence and courage.

To do work well, there are only two points: either do the right person, or do the right thing.

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