Chapter 1328: You can't just chop yourself off, can you?

"How much sales do you think this trade fair can generate?"

Gu Weijie turned her head to glance at Li Xuewu, who was walking beside her. Further away, the scene in front of the Industrial Exhibition Hall was bustling with people.

"It certainly looks like it's in full swing." Li Xuewu's tone was ambiguous. "For a trade fair, sales are important, but the exhibition is also important."

"Oh?" Gu Weijie looked at him carefully again, somewhat surprised, and asked, "Listening to you—you lack confidence in the sales results of this trade fair?"

"Heh, when did I ever say that?"

Li Xuewu looked at her with amusement and said, "You are completely misinterpreting my meaning. Hmm, by the way."

He tilted his head slightly, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "When did you start caring about sales work?"

"Am I only allowed to care, and not allowed to ask?"

Gu Weijie turned her head with a smile, looked at the sculpture in the distant Dongfanghong Square, and said indifferently, "Sales work is very important."

"If even you have started paying attention to sales work," Li Xuewu shook his head slightly, followed her footsteps forward, and couldn't help but tease, "then sales work is indeed very important."

"Hehehe—"

Li Xuewu didn't know what Gu Weijie's personality was like in private life, but in her daily work, she was a relatively introverted and reserved person.

Even this laughter was carefully restrained, giving people a feeling that one could never see enough or fathom her thoughts.

Li Xuewu still remembered the first time they met, which was at her appointment meeting, where she stared at her position very carefully.

The next contact was at Dong Wenxue's home, where Gu Weijie even took a cigarette from him.

Does Gu Weijie smoke?

At any rate, he had never seen it at the workplace, nor had he heard that Deputy Director Gu smoked; one couldn't even smell any smoke on her.

If you were to say Li Xuewu used to be a smoker and couldn't smell smoke on others, well, he had quit smoking now.

The two were not walking very close, but not very far either; he really didn't smell any smoke.

Instead, the distance between them as they walked was more like their current relationship and distance—not far, not near.

Newcomers in the agency might not know, and no one says it now, but the "old comrades" from the Red Star Factory agency all the way to the present might have an impression.

Deputy Director Gu had never had a falling out with the Secretary-General, and they had cooperated very tacitly several times; everyone said their private friendship was very good.

But is the actual situation really like that?

No one could say for sure, and even Li Xuewu himself probably couldn't say whether his relationship with Gu Weijie was truly solid.

If you say it's not solid, he even sent a refrigerator to Gu Weijie's home; but if you say it's solid, the two really had no private interaction.

How should one put it? It had a bit of the appearance of a gentleman's friendship being as light as water.

The two had never eaten alone in private, and apart from that refrigerator, there was no other interaction. Can you say this relationship is good or bad?

If one had to be clear about it, Li Xuewu felt that the relationship between him and Gu Weijie was more like a middle-aged couple.

How so?

Just muddling through, what else could they do?

"Did Director Li tell you?"

Gu Weijie walked a few steps before looking at him and saying, "I told Director Li that regarding the work of the Workers' Propaganda Team, you are the one who is proficient."

"Thank you for your trust, but I can understand Director Li."

Li Xuewu looked ahead without the slightest concern and said, "They say that without an official position, one is light of heart; in fact, without debt, one is also light of heart."

He laughed, his expression not appearing fake; even if Gu Weijie examined him carefully, she couldn't see any sign of emotion.

"Don't look at me like that; I wouldn't go so far as to put on an act for you." Li Xuewu turned his head to look directly into Gu Weijie's eyes and said earnestly, "The work of the Workers' Propaganda Team cannot be completed in a day or two; you and I both know this, and Director Li knows it too."

"It is impossible for me to stay in the capital to handle this matter forever, nor is it possible to command from afar; this is not realistic."

He pinched his fingers and emphasized, "I don't mind doing the work of setting up the framework; I only care whether the framework is set up correctly."

"Only when the framework is set up straight and correctly can it set a good example for the seedlings, and only then can it bloom and bear fruit. What do you think?"

"Of course, what you have done goes without saying; we have all seen it, and the entire group is very clear about it."

Gu Weijie nodded, walked to the car, looked at Li Xuewu, and said with great understanding, "Since you understand Director Li's painstaking efforts, I won't say anything more."

"He is also afraid that you will be held back at the final critical issue and won't be able to free yourself."

"Hmm, I understand." Li Xuewu smiled slightly and said, "I have already talked with Comrade He Yu Shui; next, she will report the progress and specific situation of the work directly to you."

Gu Weijie walked to the car door opened by the secretary, looked at Li Xuewu earnestly, nodded, and got into the car without saying anything.

Li Xuewu stood where he was, watching the black Shanghai sedan leave, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Yes, he had to thank Director Li for his concern, thank Gu Weijie for her support, and thank the comrades of the leadership team for their care.

The handover of the Office Director position was done, and with Bu Qingfang's support for coordination and organization, he was much more relaxed.

Now that the work of the Workers' Propaganda Team was on the right track, it also had to be handed over; he no longer had any work for which he needed to take direct responsibility.

It seemed everyone knew that his time working in the group was running out, and everyone was calculating when he would leave.

Some people watched from the sidelines, some were impatient, some were bluffing, and some were even hypocritical.

Of course, Li Xuewu did not say that Gu Weijie's performance just now was hypocritical.

If she really wanted to be responsible for the work of the Workers' Propaganda Team, she wouldn't need to go around Li Xuewu like this; wouldn't that be like taking off one's pants to fart?

The framework of the Workers' Propaganda Team was set up by Li Xuewu; it wouldn't do for her to dismantle and rebuild it, nor would it do to trust and use it completely.

Now, the work of the Workers' Propaganda Team looked like it was in full swing and was highly valued and paid attention to by those above, but at their level, they had long since seen through the actual essence of these activities one after another.

Even the hottest activity has a day when it cools down; by then, those who haven't managed to get ashore might catch a cold.

Does Gu Weijie lack this bit of credit from the Workers' Propaganda Team?

There were words within the words she said to Li Xuewu, especially that deep look she gave Li Xuewu before leaving.

There was only one meaning in her eyes: take care of yourself.

The group in the capital is not a safe haven, and the industry in Steel City is not a base area; there are contradictions and complex situations everywhere.

Especially with the change of the main person in charge, the hearts of the people within the group in the capital already showed signs of activity, and the side in Steel City probably had long been prepared to welcome him.

Dong Wenxue's return to the capital is a hurdle, and Li Xuewu's move to Steel City is also a hurdle; whoever cannot pass it will not be able to pass anything in the future.

"It's all thanks to the one million invested last year, otherwise our goods here would have piled up like a mountain."

Freight station head Lao Liang accompanied Li Xuewu, who came to the Beijing Freight Station for research, pointed to the direction of the freight yard, and introduced with emotion, "We also didn't expect that the freight station had only been operating for a little over a year, and the volume of goods in and out would be so huge."

"At the beginning, we were still thinking that the Red Star Factory had its own dispatching, so it wouldn't easily have much freight pressure."

Lao Liang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "At that time, looking at the goods piled up like a mountain, my hair almost turned white with worry."

"Heh, I can tell." Li Xuewu smiled, examined Lao Liang's head, nodded, and said to Gao Juntong, Deputy Station Master of the Beijing Railway Station, "The comrades on the front line are indeed under more pressure."

"Yes." Gao Juntong was sparing with his words; after hearing Li Xuewu's words, he just smiled and nodded, not saying anything.

Originally, Lao Liang was gilding his own face; he felt it was a bit too much just listening to it, so he had to endure it even if Li Xuewu "satirized" him a couple of times.

High-end satire is often expressed in the form of praise, it's just that some people can't hear it.

Perhaps Li Xuewu's language art was too tricky, or perhaps Lao Liang's experience in agency work was insufficient.

Or perhaps he heard it, but his face was thick enough to pretend he didn't understand; anyway, this freight station head couldn't be replaced just because of words.

"We used the one million yuan of special funds injected by the Red Star Factory and the station last year to further improve the freight loading and unloading equipment and facilities."

Lao Liang pointed his finger not far away and introduced, "New loading and unloading platforms and mechanical equipment, new trailers and truck fleets."

"What is the scale of the fleet now?" Li Xuewu didn't continue to listen to his nonsense and asked straightforwardly, "How many of each type of vehicle are there?"

"There are a total of 96 vehicles of various tonnages in the fleet." Lao Liang was not one to make up the numbers; he really could say it, "18 60-ton heavy-duty tractor trailers, 26 45-ton heavy-duty trucks, and the rest are all 5-ton load trucks."

"It's still thanks to the relationship with the Red Star Factory; we purchased heavy-duty tractor trailers and heavy-duty cargo trucks directly from Hongyan Automobile."

Lao Liang looked at Li Xuewu and introduced, "These two types of vehicles are the main force of our freight fleet at present, and there are freight tasks every day."

"What about the light trucks from the Second Automobile Works?" Li Xuewu stood by the freight channel, watching trucks go around the roundabout to enter the station, load goods, and leave the station one by one.

It was indeed as Lao Liang said, the task of heavy-duty trucks here was very heavy; judging by his keen eyes, they were basically all overloaded.

In this era, highway management had no specific measures and requirements for overloading, and for freight with the purpose of industrial construction, who would dare to intercept it.

So 45-ton tractors pulled 60 tons, 35-ton cargo trucks loaded 45 tons, and 5-ton Liberation trucks even dared to pull 10 tons; they were just afraid they couldn't pull it.

You say heavy-duty cargo trucks are overloaded, but are the tricycles in the bulk cargo workshop not overloaded?

Li Xuewu looked at the tricycles coming in and out, with a standard load of 500 kilograms, but all of them were loaded with goods piled high.

At this time, there was no such thing as insurance, and there was no height limit; they wanted to earn more money, so they loaded until they died.

As long as they ensured the load was within the bearing range of the tricycle, they were directly overdrawing the load-bearing capacity of the light tricycle.

At worst, they would just use the money they earned to buy a new car!

Those who dared to say this must have earned money, otherwise, no one would be willing to part with those thousand-plus yuan.

If they could use Red Bull cargo tricycles, there should be 130s from the Second Automobile Works, but Li Xuewu didn't see many.

By logic, the 130 from the Second Automobile Works is a four-wheeler, much more stable than a tricycle, and can also overload more goods.

If you talk about price, this might be possible.

However, the Second Automobile Works was also doing automobile processing assembly lines, and many parts were purchased through the supply chain, so the cost had come down a lot.

The costs had come down, shouldn't the selling price also fall along with it?

In fact, it really hadn't; this was not because the leaders of the Second Automobile Works wanted to earn black-hearted money, but because they had no pricing power.

Damn it, where can one go to reason about this?

In Lao Liang's words, the production of the 130 was within the scope of planned production, and the excess part was also within the production plan.

That is to say, for every automobile the Second Automobile Works produced beyond the plan, next year's production targets and plans would increase accordingly.

Gu Litong of the Second Automobile Works was cursing.

There was no schadenfreude on Lao Liang's face, but one couldn't see any sympathy either; the current freight station was not like before.

To purchase freight automobiles, one didn't need to look at the faces of the production units, and even less did one need to beg for help or look for connections.

Cooperating with the Red Star Factory had advantages and conveniences in this regard; the Trade Management Center could be considered the biggest cheating method for industrial development.

The situation where the Second Automobile Works could not independently price and sell automobiles to the outside world as a third industry did not exist at all at the Red Star Factory, because the Red Star Factory had no automobile production plan; they only had metallurgical and rolling steel production plans.

If you say the Second Automobile Works earned money, it really earned it; the costs had dropped so much, and the selling price was the same as before, how could it not earn money?

Anyway, those above were very happy to see this situation appear, and the leaders responsible for sales and production work had all achieved results.

But the Second Automobile Works was anxious.

The Red Star Steel Group's promotion of production lines and supply chain production standards was comprehensive, and car companies across the country were working hard.

The Second Automobile Works had developed light trucks one step ahead of other companies, but this was no longer a time when they could monopolize the market.

This year, freight companies across the country had to pinch their noses and recognize the investment, buying 130 light trucks, or they were suckers who didn't know the costs had been reduced.

But are there always suckers?

With the supply chain, even township enterprises dared to assemble automobiles; would the leaders above still dare to let them earn this "big money"?

The Second Automobile Works now wanted to lower prices, wanted to occupy the market, and at the same time wanted to sell the automobiles outside the production plan independently.

Now they had channels; the Trade Management Center could do related trade work.

But what about pricing power?

The Second Automobile Works and the Beijing Automobile Works were both in the capital; if you talk about it, they were both in the same system, but the closeness and distance were different, and the treatment was also different.

The Beijing Automobile Works had relevant bargaining power and even more independent sales ability; the Second Automobile Works was born lacking relevant configurations.

So, there were very few 130s that could be seen in the freight station, and in fact, there weren't many on the streets either.

Lao Liang just mentioned a word to Li Xuewu based on the situation he understood; he didn't know much more.

However, in Li Xuewu's opinion, Gu Litong didn't need to be anxious about this matter; he should just rivet his efforts to produce.

When the new car parking lot couldn't hold any more, he should tell those above about inventory backlog and heavy losses, and see how those above would handle it.

However, there was one point the Second Automobile Works had to think clearly about: production-sales inversion hurts the fundamental interests of the enterprise; anyway, the Red Star Factory would not do this.

"Li—Secretary-General Li." Beside the Jinniu heavy-duty cargo tricycle, the lame Yan Jiefang was smoking, but he saw Li Xuewu walking towards him accompanied by a group of people.

He stood up somewhat nervously, hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and greeted him stutteringly.

If he really met Li Xuewu in the courtyard or met him in private, he wouldn't be like this.

It was really the scene and posture of Li Xuewu today; anyone who saw it would be nervous. This was prestige.

Li Xuewu did not want to scare him, or show off in front of the neighbors; he just saw Yan Jiefang and wanted to ask about the actual situation to see if what he said matched what Lao Liang said.

"I didn't delay your work, did I?" He took out cigarettes from his pocket and distributed them to Yan Jiefang, and also gave them to other truck drivers who were watching the excitement.

The drivers didn't know who Li Xuewu was, but they could be sure that this was a big leader; didn't they see the station leaders accompanying him?

"No—no." Yan Jiefang smiled awkwardly, raised the matches in his hand, and indicated, "I have fire here, I'll light it myself."

Li Xuewu nodded, put away the matches in his hand, looked at these drivers, and asked with a smile, "It's so hot, why don't you hide from the midday sun?"

"Where can we hide?" A rough man laughed and said, "From morning work to night closing, we don't dare to delay for a moment."

He pointed to the red tricycle not far away, "It's almost killing me; I'm earning for it."

"Hahaha—" The rough man's words drew a burst of laughter; everyone felt the same way and knew this pressure well.

Yan Jiefang didn't dare to answer, and at the same time, he glanced at the crowd, thinking that they were ignorant and fearless; they didn't know who Li Xuewu was, so naturally, they didn't need to be afraid of anything about Li Xuewu.

Even if they knew, they wouldn't be afraid; can someone high and mighty be the same as these rough men?

Li Xuewu really didn't care about their playfulness, but instead asked with a smile, "I see there are many more cars; compared to before, has the income decreased?"

"It hasn't reached that time yet, but I think it's coming soon."

It was still that rough man who loved to show off, sitting on the ground, stepping on one cloth shoe with his foot, and the other one didn't need to be thought about; it must be under his butt.

People who often do heavy work know that after a long time, their legs and feet are sore, so they like to sit down and rest for a while.

If they are afraid of the dampness on the ground, they just take off their shoes, sit on one and step on the other, and that's it; they put them on when they get up to work.

They are all rough men, there are not so many formalities.

He just looked at the direction of the bulk cargo loading and unloading platform, his words were not very certain, but his tone was firm, "I think there are more than 30 cars more this month, right? Are there? Jiefang?"

He asked this to Yan Jiefang because Li Xuewu and these people had always been standing beside Yan Jiefang.

At the beginning, they could all tell that Yan Jiefang knew this cadre, and maybe there was some relationship.

He was also a bit clever; he knew that the words that should be said were finished, and he knew how to send the conversation back, although it seemed a bit stiff and straightforward.

What could Yan Jiefang say? He now wished he was a mute; if he really said the wrong thing and offended the freight station leaders, then...

That fart, Li Xuewu was obviously here for research; if he didn't tell the truth and was told off later, and if he told the truth, the freight station leaders would clean him up.

He was caught in the middle, in a dilemma.

Speak up, you're good at speaking, aren't you? Say more, save me from opening my mouth.

Yan Jiefang had this psychology at this time; he was fed up with the big mouth of broken-mouth Lao Hou; his mouth was like it was rented.

"It seems that bulk cargo is also coming out very quickly."

Li Xuewu didn't make things difficult for Yan Jiefang; he looked at the freight trucks entering and leaving the bulk cargo channel and asked Lao Liang, "How many bulk transport trucks are working at our freight station? Have you counted them?"

"No need to count specifically, just look at the freight data."

Lao Liang explained, "One truck is one truck, the license plate numbers are different, and the statistical data is also different; freight has to be calculated."

Following his words, Li Xuewu also saw the large license plate numbers painted on the bulk transport tricycles.

Do tricycle freight trucks in the capital have license plates?

The answer is certain; in this era, even bicycles have license plates, and later there were even bicycle driver's licenses.

When you ride your 28-inch bicycle, carrying your girlfriend, wandering on the streets of the Four Nine Cities, you are very likely to be stopped by the traffic police to check your bicycle "driver's license" and "vehicle license."

That's right, people and vehicle documents are separated; you have to carry two documents when you go out, otherwise, you are either driving without a license or the vehicle source is unknown.

The management of freight tricycle documents is more biased towards transportation service functions and is generally not checked for documents.

Then what is the purpose of enlarging and painting the license plate number with paint?

You can see it from those freight trucks in later generations; this tradition has been preserved all along.

At the beginning, it was not to deal with transportation inspections, but to make it convenient for the freight station recorders to identify their vehicles.

Although Li Xuewu watched the tricycles loaded with goods hand over small tickets to the recorders.

"There is damage in the transportation of goods, right?"

Li Xuewu turned his head to look at the man who had just spoken and asked, "How is the loss calculated? Is the freight station responsible, or is the individual responsible? Are there problems in this regard in actual work?"

"As for the loss, we..."

"Let them speak."

Seeing Li Xuewu ask this question, Lao Liang wanted to answer actively, but was interrupted by Li Xuewu's wave.

Originally, it was not asked of him; Li Xuewu still looked at those few men, his face only calm and gentle.

This question was not very sharp, and it didn't have much to do with actual production and operation.

But it had a lot to do with the workers working below, as well as the cadres responsible for the management of workers and cargo transportation.

As long as you are engaged in transportation, you have to deal with damage.

You just say what you are transporting; every category of goods has damage, and the interests involved here are very large.

Lao Liang's face turned red from Li Xuewu's actions, as if he had really been wronged, or had made a big mistake.

He also didn't expect that he was the head of the freight station, and a very awesome figure at the railway station, yet he was treated like this.

There were many people at the scene; he endured it without erupting, knowing that the one who came today was not to be trifled with; one could tell just by looking at his face.

Don't look at how he used to be bossy to the cadres or transport workers below; when he saw this kind of tough one, he was also a bit afraid.

Lao Hou saw all the changes in these short ten seconds, his mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

He had a big mouth, but he wasn't stupid; if he talked nonsense again at this time, he would offend people.

Just as he said at the beginning, braving the wind and rain, shedding blood and sweat, what was it all for? Wasn't it just for that car?

If the freight station put him on the blacklist, he would have the heart to jump into the river; his car was bought with a loan from his elder brother's salary account.

Without freight work, what would he use to raise the car and support the family? If he couldn't support the car and the family, even if the United Savings Bank didn't look for him, his elder brother would be anxious with him.

Talking nonsense is fine, but doing it for real is not.

The few men who were standing or sitting with him packed up their things one after another and quietly slipped towards the cars.

The excitement here was not good to watch; if one was not careful, one might lose their rice bowl.

Only those who have experienced days without money know how hard-won this job is today.

Even if this job requires sweating and selling physical strength, it is a way to support oneself and the family, isn't it?

There were some children of Red Star Factory employees who didn't leave; they stood in place with their arms crossed, smiling and watching the joke of Station Master Liang.

They were not afraid; compared to Lao Hou's loan that owed favors, these young people mostly bought cars with loans from their own fathers' and mothers' salary accounts.

Their fathers and mothers were in the Red Star Factory, and this freight station also had half of the Red Star Factory; what were they afraid of?

If Lao Liang really dared to make things difficult for them, they also dared to make trouble and make Lao Liang uncomfortable.

In fact, there are such relationship groups everywhere; as long as there are interests involved, as long as they are allowed to huddle together, ordinary people cannot move them.

Of course, precisely because they huddle together, they are also guarded against; basically, they have no chance to stand out and can only do hard labor.

Otherwise, look at a Li Xuewu walking out of the Sihe Academy; how awesome are those people in the courtyard when they are outside.

It's not for anything else, and they don't expect Li Xuewu to really support them; when they encounter things, they just need to say that we are neighbors with so-and-so.

You just look, the other party's momentum will be at least half shorter, and the matter will be settled just like that; there will be no more emotional disputes.

So you encounter the natives in the hutongs of the Four Nine Cities, and if you have a deeper contact, you will hear them often blowing such bull.

We are neighbors with so-and-so, we are neighbors with so-and-so; those who don't know really think he can find such an awesome relationship.

A taxi driver even dares to say he knows this bureau chief and that deputy secretary; anyway, you ask him to handle things, and none of them succeed.

Of course, there are also those who really know people; generally, such people will cover it up and won't easily blow bull with you.

Because if he says too much, this thing won't be worth money, he himself will lose value, and the person supporting him will also be ambiguous.

So people should be more practical; just like these Red Star Factory children, although they do hard labor, they really dare to do it.

No nonsense, if they hit, they hit; if something happens, their parents will cover it; the more people, the less trouble; if the matter is big, the Red Star Factory will handle it.

This era is just like this; the biggest exchange activity between the factory security department and the local area and brother units is mutual picking up of people and buck-passing.

Today a group of people from your factory came to fight, tomorrow a group of people from their factory caused trouble; it's all this stuff.

When Zhou Yao was the security section chief, she didn't react less to Li Xuewu, saying that those who came to the factory to make trouble, or those who went out of the factory to make trouble, should all be shot.

She was ruthless enough, but Li Xuewu didn't have the guts.

Now looking at the young people watching the excitement over there, there were vaguely those little rascals that Zhou Yao hated.

Lao Liang was so angry; he also hated these rascals, but there was no way; who told him to hold the rice bowl of the Red Star Factory?

Half of the salary paid to him by the freight station is from the Red Star Factory, which is earned by their parents; what else can he say?

He wanted to just walk away; this master Li Xuewu was hard to serve; he wouldn't serve him, hiding far away would be enough, right?

But Gao Juntong, the deputy station master of the station, quietly pulled him, not letting him throw a tantrum, and the look he glared at him was full of seriousness.

Lao Liang was an old man at the station; he could throw a little tantrum with the station master or leaders, but it wouldn't work with the Red Star Factory side.

Don't look at how young Li Xuewu is; this is a leader of the group; if he really speaks to rectify the discipline of the freight station, no one can protect him.

The freight station operates independently, and the scale is getting larger and larger; the profitability is such that even the station is fortunate that they bet on the right treasure at the beginning.

If you want to cause trouble for the station now, wouldn't that offend all the leaders and staff?

The profitability of this freight station is directly related to the welfare and treatment of all the staff of the railway station; those running transportation at the freight station are not only children of the Red Star Factory, but also children of the railway station staff.

Then again, Li Xuewu just asked, it hasn't reached the time for deep investigation, everything has room for relaxation.

However, Li Xuewu being able to ask this question shows that Lao Liang's work has loopholes, and Gao Juntong's eyes are inquisitive.

Lao Liang's problem is small, he still has the mind to protect him; it's a big problem, then he can only cut Ma Su in tears.

"You say, Yan Jiefang." Seeing those men leave, Li Xuewu turned his head to look at Yan Jiefang, "Can you handle the damage?"

"Dam—as for the damage." Yan Jiefang looked at Lao Liang's direction with some hesitation, and then explained to Li Xuewu in a dilemma, "Our bulk cargo side might have a different calculation method from their whole cargo transportation; I don't know very well..."

"Just talk about the damage handling situation of your bulk cargo." Li Xuewu asked deeply this time, and didn't let Yan Jiefang go.

Yan Jiefang also knew he couldn't hide, avoided the eyes of the cadres from the freight station, and told the truth.

Actually, it's very simple; since damage is mentioned, there must be a calculation standard.

Generally speaking, when the freight station loads goods, there will be more or less up and down fluctuations; after weighing, remove the skin and damage, and hand over enough.

But in Yan Jiefang's introduction, when the Beijing Freight Station ships bulk cargo, it will directly deduct the damage.

What does this mean?

For example, if he loads 100 jin of Chinese cabbage today and sends it to the South City, according to the damage standard, if there are 99 jin after weighing upon arrival, the task is considered completed.

The 1 jin lost is normal damage; after all, vegetable leaves drying in the wind and losing water is also a kind of damage.

Chinese cabbage is like this, and other green vegetables and fruits are the same; there is nothing that gains weight when seeing the wind.

What kind of flashy operation does the Beijing Freight Station have?

When loading, they give you 99 jin of Chinese cabbage, and then issue a normal shipping note; the shipping note still shows 100 jin.

This requires freight drivers not to be careless; either they bear the damage themselves, or they use crooked ways.

They are all working for themselves; if they bear the profit and loss themselves, they have to let the freight station deduct the freight, so they can only use crooked ways.

How to use crooked ways?

People in this country have traditions and genes in this regard; they can always find some places you don't notice to balance and compromise.

Sprinkling water on green vegetables, mixing stones in rice, hanging ice on cold meat... anyway, things that don't go into their own mouths can be ruined at will.

They also feel sorry, but there is no way.

Can you say this works?

At the beginning, it didn't work; Yan Jiefang said that if the inspectors found out, the money deducted would be more, and the receivers wouldn't be willing either.

Why did it work later?

The goods sent to the freight station are short of weight, mixed with sand and fake, mix more, and share the benefits with the inspectors.

The goods sent to the unit are even easier; find a good relationship, know who is on duty today, and send money to their home the night before.

Yan Jiefang hadn't finished speaking, and Lao Liang, who was just high-spirited and blowing bull with Li Xuewu, couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to come over to pull Yan Jiefang's collar.

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Li Xuewu didn't speak, just glared at him, and then looked at Gao Juntong.

Gao Juntong's face also changed; without him speaking, the cadres who came with the station pulled Lao Liang away.

Those who were clever, the cadres of the freight station quietly retreated, wanting to leave, but were blocked at the back by the cadres from the Red Star Factory.

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to their small movements, but looked at Yan Jiefang and asked, "Do you know that doing this is against the law?"

"I—I know." Yan Jiefang hung his head, not daring to look directly at Li Xuewu; he was also afraid now, afraid that Li Xuewu would handle him.

How could Li Xuewu handle such a small shrimp? Besides, being able to know the situation of the freight station so accurately, he had to thank him.

Don't ask, Ge Shuqin is a good comrade.

"There is a damage standard but it is not executed, pressing the damage down and letting the freight drivers bear it all."

Li Xuewu turned his head and looked at Lao Liang, saying, "Do you know what the consequences of doing this are?"

"This is just his one-sided words, and you believe it?"

Lao Liang couldn't take it, stared and said, "These rascals and lazy people, if it weren't for our freight station raising them, they would have starved to death long ago."

"I just ask you, do you know the consequences of doing so."

Li Xuewu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the aura on his body changed suddenly, like a precious sword about to be unsheathed, sharp and exposed.

Gao Juntong's face was extremely ugly, but he couldn't speak at this time, otherwise, it would mean the station had a problem.

Lao Liang had the energy to blow bull and the mind to do work, but facing Li Xuewu's pressure, he was also liver-trembling at this time.

"You don't know, if this damage is not strictly managed, they will all eat it up!"

He went crazy, pointed at the freight drivers watching the excitement around him, and said, "These bastards are rats in the granary!"

Li Xuewu was too lazy to ask again; he turned his head to look at the other station cadres whose faces had changed and said, "The direct result of pressing down the damage is destroying the overall integrity of transportation."

"We cannot use human nature and human hearts to guarantee the quality of freight; what should guarantee the quality of freight is the system."

He said firmly, "Doing management cannot hope that everyone is as clear as water, but you must ensure the thorough execution of the system."

"Delivering goods with quality and quantity is the driver's responsibility and obligation; the extra damage is the person's ability."

"In other words," he pointed to those young people watching the excitement and said, "This damage is precisely the reward given to them."

"Reward for what? Reward for them upholding their original heart, not playing tricks on the goods, doing their best, and completing the freight task."

"Good—"

"The Secretary-General said it well!"

The young people around liked this kind of excitement the most; many had heard of Li Xuewu's awesome deeds, and today they finally opened their eyes.

In the Red Star Factory, it is said that Li Xuewu is the most open and aboveboard in doing things, and he is also the most popular in the group, making the staff convinced.

Li Xuewu had no intention of buying people's hearts, and it was not for the praise of these staff children; he was practically talking about management problems.

"I won't ask where the damage you pressed down went first." He pointed at Lao Liang's direction and said to the freight station cadres, "Have you ever thought that in order to ensure their own interests are not damaged, drivers will move their minds to the goods?"

"Then have you ever thought that in order to let the goods pass the inspection, they will actively corrode the inspection cadres?"

Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at them seriously, and said, "Ask yourselves, for this kind of situation, do you not know, or do you turn a blind eye, or have you taken the black money from below."

"Playing tricks and colluding."

He nodded slowly, his sharp gaze swept over the cadres at the scene, watching them lower their heads one after another to avoid it, his mouth pursed very tightly.

"Secretary-General Li." Gao Juntong knew that he couldn't not speak; if he let him continue, the station's face would be lost.

"I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter."

He promised sincerely, "I will let the station discipline inspection come down immediately, strictly investigate this matter, and must find out the truth."

"For those who neglect their duties and accept bribes," Gao Juntong frowned and looked at the disappointing Lao Liang, and then continued to Li Xuewu, "our station will definitely handle it seriously and will never be lenient."

"I believe you." Li Xuewu took the initiative to shake hands with Gao Juntong, nodded, and said, "Today is not to find trouble, it is trouble that came to find me."

"Deputy Station Master Gao, you can't wait until the reporting letters are flying all over the sky and the masses' complaints are boiling over before deciding to handle the problem."

"I know, I understand what you mean."

Gao Juntong did things quite straightforwardly, and Li Xuewu also gave him face, not mentioning the set of joint case handling.

In fact, Gao Juntong had to bow his head; among the cadres who followed Li Xuewu today, there must be discipline inspection.

Because after the two shook hands, they saw Li Xuewu wave his hand, and a young man walked over, took out a document from his briefcase and handed it over.

Li Xuewu took it and handed it to him, saying earnestly, "This is a letter from the masses, many of which have solid evidence."

"There is still some evidence and information inside that we have already grasped; I am handing it over to you now."

"Thank you, and I am truly sorry." Gao Juntong felt truly bitter and sad inside; this slap had truly landed right on his face.

They conducted on-site visits, on-site investigations, and gathered evidence on-site, laying the matter out directly in front of the freight drivers.

Can you blame Li Xuewu for not being particular about how he does things?

But the problem is, he couldn't say for sure how much evidence was in that document, and Li Xuewu hadn't said either.

However, the drivers around them saw it and heard it, and they would only believe that this evidence was comprehensive.

As long as they had suffered losses and as long as they had paid money, they would certainly follow the trend and submit their reports and evidence.

What will the station do then?

A thorough investigation?

Really handle it seriously?

Then the entire freight station would have to undergo a massive purge; I'm afraid quite a few people would have to be dismissed or transferred.

Even he, the deputy station master in charge of logistics, would have to bear responsibility.

If you don't handle it cleanly, those drivers won't let them off; this money was, after all, money they had handed over.

Li Xuewu had made it very clear: as long as they didn't tamper with the cargo, the amount given by the loss standard was theirs.

How much they could take was their own ability; if they couldn't get it and lost out, it could only be because they lacked the capability.

What do these rough men recognize most?

Earning money by ability; whoever has the ability earns the money.

Li Xuewu had laid it all out in front of these people; if there was any more fraud, no one could claim injustice when the butcher's knife fell.

Do they hate him? Is he formidable?

Gao Juntong only felt hatred and helplessness; he had long ago warned Old Liang that this person was truly not to be trifled with and that he must be extremely careful.

Now it's done; the cadres at the train station have been dismissed, and the next step can only be for cadres from the Red Star Factory to fill the gaps.

Otherwise, how could he answer to the Red Star Factory? One Old Liang wouldn't be enough, and he couldn't just chop himself off, could he?

PS: Posting one in the morning to make up for last night, and another one tonight; that will count as the normal update schedule.

(End of chapter)