Chapter 1384: Go Ahead and Do It Boldly

"How was your case resolved?"

Steel City's urbanization process was much worse than Beijing's; from the Metallurgical Plant, the road was full of potholes until it reached the main road in the city.

Because of the latitude, the sky in the Northeast got dark earlier than in Beijing. Especially in winter, the days were shorter, and the sun was already slanting west by three or four in the afternoon. The sunlight was getting cold, and the light and shadow in the car flickered, appearing and disappearing on Li Xuewu's side profile as he looked out the window.

He turned his head, also looking at this city he had been to many times but had never stayed in for a long time.

He was both strange and familiar with this city; he was familiar with the Metallurgical Plant, the Hardware Factory, and all the industrial zones of the Red Star Steel Group in Steel City, and even Liaodong.

Besides that, he was only familiar with the two-story villa that left him many pleasant memories, and nothing else. So it could be said he was strange to this city.

Perhaps to this city, he was also a passerby, a stranger.

Yu Zhe didn't understand it that way; his sister told him that a good man aims at the four corners of the world, and if he wants to be famous, he must be famous. Although she didn't ask him to make contributions or bring glory to his ancestors, running around was also a skill.

That's right, he still had a case on his back.

"She said I was shameless—"

Yu Zhe's voice came from the front, still carrying a bit of dissatisfaction.

Li Xuewu pulled the corners of his mouth and looked at the driver's seat, asking: "And then?"

"I told her, from the day I liked her, I didn't intend to have a face."

Yu Zhe had a bit of a saint's thinking and emotion, always able to say some words that made Li Xuewu feel his brain couldn't keep up with young people's fashion.

"In the multiple-choice question of wanting face and wanting her, I chose to dedicate everything I have to her without hesitation. As long as I have it, and as long as she wants it, I'll give it to her."

"And then?" Li Xuewu had heard countless bloody love stories, and this was really the first time he heard someone being a rogue so fresh and refined.

If it was just bloody, he wouldn't have asked long ago, but he really wanted to ask one more sentence about such a vulgar bloody love story.

Yu Zhe wasn't deliberately selling suspense; he just spoke and acted like that. In Yu Li's words, it was that he hadn't grown up and was like a child.

Hmm, he had the innocence and simplicity of a child, but was it more appropriate to change to another word when used on an adult? For example, stupid...

"Sigh—" With a long sigh, he said painfully: "She missed me after all; now she is obsessed and doesn't realize it, and might regret it for the rest of her life in the future."

"If you put it that way, then the Security Section catching you really wasn't wrong." Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and looked out the window, saying: "I almost thought you couldn't come to Steel City."

"It was so close—" Yu Zhe also couldn't help but rejoice when thinking of this, grinning and saying: "I heard that I was transferred to the small car squad to drive for the leader, and her mother changed her attitude."

"Hey! Leader, you say..."

"Watch the car—!"

Li Xuewu saw this kid turn his head to look at him suddenly and hurriedly pointed to the front. Don't let him have a car accident and go to the West Heaven as soon as he takes office; that would be too unjust for him.

"It's okay, I have a standard in my heart."

Yu Zhe was bold and skillful, turned his head to sit straight, and explained with a smile: "In the big car squad, I dared to drive the car into the wall; I practiced this skill specifically on the mountain."

This kind of goods couldn't talk to ordinary people; he could take your criticism as praise, and wouldn't care about your cold face or anger.

What was this called?

Calling him a rolling knife meat was already praising him.

"Leader, do you think her mother has taken a fancy to me?" Yu Zhe still hadn't forgotten the topic, continuing to ask: "Why did she persuade her daughter not to pursue this matter?"

"Hmm, what else could be the reason." Li Xuewu glanced at him, rolled his eyes, and said: "Perhaps she hadn't seen you before, and now she is moved by your handsome face."

"Really?! Hahahaha—"

Yu Zhe really believed it; he felt Li Ge didn't need to fool him, and since even Li Ge confirmed the fact, what reason did he have not to believe in himself?

"I just said it, she will regret it sooner or later."

"Hmm, you work hard." Li Xuewu had no choice but to deal with this kid, and could only fool him: "After you have achievements, she will regret it even more."

"Hmm, I know, Brother, that's what I thought!"

Yu Zhe was very moved when he heard him say this, and even the address that his sister didn't allow him to call slipped out; it seemed he really treated Li Xuewu as his boss.

This point was somewhat similar to Nie Xiaoguang; neither of them looked very smart.

"Leader, if you have anything, just order me." Yu Zhe grinned and said: "I absolutely won't spare any effort to do things for you."

"Hmm, good, I'm optimistic about you."

Li Xuewu pulled the corners of his mouth and nodded, looking at the street scene outside the window, dealing with his chatter. He had several drivers, but this kid talked the most.

Nie Xiaoguang actually talked a lot too, but he had been led by Han Jiankun, so his mouth had long been nailed shut; how could he chatter with him about useless things?

Furthermore, Nie Xiaoguang had a heavy mind, like a watermelon ripened prematurely, and his mouth wasn't sweet at all.

Look at this goods again; his eyes lit up when he saw a woman, and he called everyone brother or sister when greeting them. He was clearly a blockhead, but insisted on disguising himself as a wise man.

Li Xuewu really didn't know what to say about him; if it weren't for the relationship with Yu Li, he wouldn't have used this kid at all.

But since he used him, he didn't regret it; putting him by his side could always be of some use, at least making those guys in the office a bit confused.

They might not have seen the upper limit of the basic quality of the Group's administrative office personnel, but this time they finally saw the lower limit.

"Leader, that Director Liao doesn't look like a good person." I don't know what he remembered, but Yu Zhe suddenly said, "Yin and yang are strange, and his smile is really fake."

"You can judge people?" Li Xuewu said faintly: "This side is different from the Group, be cautious, I won't care if something happens to you."

"Don't worry, you." Yu Zhe grinned and said: "The person who can trick me hasn't been born yet; can I lose in being shameless? Unless he is more shameless than me."

"You only have this bit of promise—" Li Xuewu sat up straight, looked to the front, and said: "Don't make mistakes on the matter of your partner again."

"Leader—" Yu Zhe said quite embarrassedly: "Actually, I can do it myself; I still yearn for free love."

"Who wants to arrange a marriage for you?"

Li Xuewu was amused and said: "If you had that ability, you wouldn't be a bachelor until now; can't you find the reason in yourself?"

"What problem can I have." Yu Zhe wasn't unconvinced, just that he had never considered this problem, "Aren't they all blind?"

"Drive." Li Xuewu closed his eyes and said helplessly: "Wait until I find you someone who wears glasses; it will definitely be suitable."

"Wearing glasses?" Yu Zhe didn't understand what the leader meant by this, muttering: "They say those who wear glasses are all..."

"Uncle—"

Yu Zhe drove to a small foreign-style building according to the leader's request. As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a little boy running from the courtyard.

Are people in the Northeast so polite?

"Hmm, I'll give you candy."

He was really simple; hearing someone call him uncle, he was about to take candy from his pocket to give to the other party. It was just that the child ran to him and hid from him, his eyes looking strange.

"Uncle." Fu Zhidong was really seeing such a blockhead for the first time; he was such a big person, taking advantage of him, was he shameless?

"Hmm, you've grown taller again."

Li Xuewu got out of the car, saw his godson standing beside him, and nodded with a smile. Then he looked at the embarrassed Yu Zhe and said: "Help me get the luggage down."

"Good—okay, leader."

Yu Zhe was tricked by that damned child, his face flushed red; this time he got a step, hurriedly pocketed the candy, and walked toward the trunk.

"Uncle, Mom said you are coming to Steel City to work!" Fu Zhidong took another look at the driver, then looked up at his uncle, asking with joy in his eyes: "Is it true?"

"Hmm, it's true." Li Xuewu smiled, nodded, and said: "Please take care of me in the future."

"No problem, Hahahaha—"

Fu Zhidong was really happy; this time he couldn't help but laugh out loud. When he turned back and saw his mother walking out of the courtyard, he shouted loudly: "Mom, Uncle is here."

"Zhidong, be polite."

Zhou Wang Yamei saw her son shouting, and gave him a look to pay attention. Seeing her son trying to close his mouth tightly but still smiling, she looked at the man she had been thinking about day and night.

"You're here."

"Leader, do you want me to send the luggage in?"

Yu Zhe walked over carrying two suitcases at this time, his eyes sweeping over the young woman standing at the courtyard gate, and his eyes couldn't move away.

Wearing glasses... wearing gold-rimmed glasses... a young woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses...

His heart was beating like a drum, the red that had just dissipated on his face surged up again, and he muttered silently: Is this the partner the leader wants to introduce to me?

Not right! This child is so big!

Actually... if it's like this... it's not impossible...

"Just give it to me, thanks."

Zhou Wang Yamei didn't know if the driver who sent Li Xuewu here was from the Metallurgical Plant or followed from Beijing; she was cautious and didn't want the other party to enter the courtyard.

Li Xuewu nodded to her and introduced: "This is Yu Zhe, the driver I brought from Beijing."

He looked at Yu Zhe and introduced: "You can just call her Sister Zhou; I will live here from now on, pick me up at 8 o'clock every morning, and put the luggage in the entrance."

"Sister... Sister Zhou..." Yu Zhe was really seeing a woman with such taste for the first time, and he fell into it all at once, and couldn't even speak clearly.

His infatuated appearance made Zhou Wang Yamei raise her eyebrows, and the look in her eyes toward Li Xuewu carried a bit of inquiry, as if she suspected his level of using and judging people.

What could Li Xuewu say? There was nothing to say here. He wrapped his left arm around his godson's shoulder and pointed to the courtyard with his right hand, letting Yu Zhe go in to put down the luggage.

Yu Zhe walked past Sister Zhou with a red face, looking like a teenager in puberty, a bit at a loss, clumsy and awkward.

Don't blame Yu Zhe for this difficulty; even Li Xuewu felt his eyes brighten when he saw Zhou Wang Yamei—this woman put on makeup!

If a woman with a melon-seed face combs her hair up, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and has slightly red lips, her man-slaying coefficient can be raised by more than one level.

As long as her figure isn't bad, she could be called a goddess in later generations. Not to mention her figure was even more attractive than her face; you say this can blame Yu Zhe?

Li Xuewu sized her up seriously and said with a smile: "You've become beautiful."

"Don't need you to say—" Zhou Wang Yamei scolded him with a smile, and waited for him to walk into the courtyard gate with Fu Zhidong before following.

Yu Zhe obediently put the luggage in the entrance, came out to greet Li Xuewu, and lowered his head to call Sister Zhou, then ran away as if escaping.

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at the restless young man who ran away in a hurry and even forgot to close the courtyard gate, turned her head and glared at Li Xuewu's back, then couldn't help but laugh.

"Say it in advance, I didn't buy anything for you."

At the entrance, Fu Zhidong helped his godfather find slippers and took his godfather's briefcase and coat, looking active.

"I'm already eight years old—"

Seeing his godfather say this, he raised his neck and emphasized: "I just missed you; as long as you can come, I don't want anything."

"Good son." Li Xuewu touched his head and looked back at Zhou Wang Yamei who entered the door with a smile.

"What are you proud of?" Zhou Wang Yamei couldn't stand his proud bad smile and deliberately found fault, scolding: "And brought from Beijing, so clumsy."

"He is Yu Li's younger brother." Li Xuewu didn't explain much, just said this, and took his godson to the living room.

"Yu Li's younger brother, I said so."

Zhou Wang Yamei put Li Xuewu's leather shoes in place, and hung up the woolen coat that her son hadn't hung up properly on the hanger, hanging it back in the closet at the entrance.

She, who had a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, walked into the living room after tidying up these things, looked at Li Xuewu who was whispering to her son, and said: "Yu Li forced him on you?"

After saying this, she didn't wait for Li Xuewu to answer, and said to herself: "It must not be; she is such a cautious person, accustomed to looking at your face to do things."

"Am I as heartless as you say?" Li Xuewu listened to his godson's little report, then raised his head and said: "The original driver wanted to stay in Beijing; who isn't using who?"

"You aren't afraid he'll cause you trouble."

Zhou Wang Yamei picked up the apron from the shelf and tied it on, saying while walking to the kitchen: "It's better to be cautious when working abroad; find someone older, preferably someone with a family, to be sure."

"I'm here to work, not to be a spy." Li Xuewu couldn't help but laugh, saying: "No need to be so cautious, and no need to check people's three generations of ancestors."

"Whatever you—" Hearing Li Xuewu so unappreciative, Zhou Wang Yamei felt she was meddling, and couldn't help but scold.

Li Xuewu heard the cold snort from the kitchen, lowered his head to look at his godson who was old beyond his years, and couldn't help but find it funny.

"Hee hee—" Fu Zhidong covered his mouth and giggled, whispering a reminder: "Mom isn't angry."

"Ah—is that so—" Li Xuewu also learned to lower his voice and said: "What does Mom look like when she's really angry?"

"Just don't speak, glare at you."

Fu Zhidong said this, and learned the expression his mother had when she was really angry, pursing her little mouth and glaring at Li Xuewu.

After learning it like this, he also found it funny and couldn't help but giggle.

Listening to the whispering of the grandfather and grandson in the living room, and the laughter from time to time, Zhou Wang Yamei in the kitchen couldn't help but laugh.

"He's been looking forward to it every day since he heard you were coming."

Zhou Wang Yamei stood at the door of her son's room, looking at Li Xuewu lying beside her sleeping son, and explained softly.

After dinner, the grandfather and grandson were still talking like before dinner, sitting on the sofa, while Zhou Wang Yamei went to tidy up the kitchen.

When it was about time, she gave Li Xuewu a bath, and her son was reluctant to part, looking as if he was afraid his uncle would use the excuse of taking a bath to jump out of the window and escape, never to return.

Zhou Wang Yamei wanted to say a few words to him, but thinking of him lacking fatherly love since childhood, she couldn't bear it. Before she could think about what to say, Li Xuewu had already waved his hand.

Her son was like a happy little bird, running to the bathroom with a smile, not caring about her opinion as a mother at all.

The grandfather and grandson didn't know how they had so much to talk about, completely not giving her a chance to interject. Li Xuewu also spoiled the child, really treating him like a little adult.

Zhou Wang Yamei admitted that her education of her child was biased; she was too nervous and too concerned, giving the child quite a bit of pressure.

It was just that she was a mother for the first time; although she had learned many theoretical knowledge of psychology, she would always lose her professional quality in front of her own child.

Li Xuewu was very patient; after the bath, the grandfather and grandson went upstairs to continue talking, in Fu Zhidong's bedroom, the two squeezed onto a small bed.

Fu Zhidong matured earlier than other children; last year he stopped pestering her for bedtime stories, and the mother and son both read downstairs until time, then returned to their rooms to rest.

But looking at her son's closeness to Li Xuewu and his sleeping face beside him, Zhou Wang Yamei couldn't help but shed tears, her heart melting.

"Pull me." Li Xuewu carefully moved the arm that his godson was pressing on, but the small bed was really too small, and he was afraid of making noise and waking the child.

Zhou Wang Yamei pursed her lips, feigning dissatisfaction and whispering: "Seeing you two so close, you can just sleep here."

"You're even jealous of this?"

Li Xuewu pulled the hand she extended and sat up; when he stood up, he kissed her, and asked with a smile: "Not sour now, right?"

"Go away—" Zhou Wang Yamei pushed him lightly, scolding with a smile: "Who misses you."

Although she said that, she couldn't bear to let go of the hand pulling Li Xuewu, and used her other hand to turn off the bedside lamp.

Under the night, the stars were bright and the moonlight was hazy. The little remaining light through the curtains couldn't affect her initiative, as if the darkness also covered her shyness, as well as the eagerness of long drought meeting sweet rain.

Li Xuewu was pulled back to the master bedroom by her; the moment the door closed was the time to blow the horn, and the battle had begun.

"Hello, Secretary-General, I'm here to pick you up."

Almost not sleeping all night, Zhang Enyuan was still radiant, as if he had rejuvenated, standing at the gate of the villa's small courtyard like a young man.

Li Xuewu sized him up; the secretary he chose looked even more spirited than Zhou Wang Yamei this morning. Could it be that he had also been nourished by rain and dew?

Saying that wasn't wrong; a man can only grow into a towering tree after being nourished by power, shielding from wind and rain.

"No need to be so troublesome, just wait for me in the car."

Li Xuewu took the briefcase from Zhou Wang Yamei who sent him out, and handed it to Zhang Enyuan, instructing faintly: "Don't wait for me tonight, you guys eat first."

"Okay, pay attention to safety on the road."

Zhou Wang Yamei was still wearing an apron, so you couldn't tell if her figure was good or bad, but from her appearance to her voice, Zhang Enyuan could judge with his toes that this was a great beauty.

He absolutely shouldn't speculate on the relationship between the leader and this person, just lowered his eyes and obeyed, took the briefcase from the leader's hand, and turned to wait by the car.

From the time Director Liao talked to him yesterday afternoon, when the other party mentioned that the new head of the Metallurgical Plant, who was also the Group's Secretary-General, wanted to use him as a secretary, his brain was buzzing.

It wasn't that his brain was hypoxic, but that there was a sense of unreality, a sense of illusion, as if it were a dream.

He didn't remember how he came out of Director Liao's office, let alone what Director Liao said afterward.

He sat blankly in the office until the bell rang for work, and his apprentice Ma Baosen came back to wake him up.

He wasn't asleep, but it was like he was dreaming.

Opening the drawer again and looking at the key to the leader's office, he confirmed once again that he wasn't dreaming.

He wasn't a new recruit either, but the years had long ago worn down his edges and corners, consuming all the sharpness of his youth; how could he still have the energy to be ecstatic?

Facing his apprentice's inquiry, he just let out a long sigh and packed his things to go home.

Everything was as usual; his wife set the table in time, stir-fried dishes, and urged his son, who was doing homework, to bring him the warmed wine.

He couldn't say he was like an emperor at home, but at least he was a grandfather, because his whole family relied on him to live. Earning money to support the whole family was just that tough.

For the first time, when his son impatiently brought the wine cup and wine pot, he said to his wife who was serving dishes: "Don't warm the wine from tomorrow."

His wife thought she had misheard, looked at him blankly, and almost reached out to touch his forehead to see if he was stupid from a high fever.

This wine had been drunk since he failed to fight for the Deputy Section Chief, so why say he wouldn't drink it after drinking for so many years? Could it be that he disliked this wine?

His wife just wanted to ask if he was changing wine, but he raised his head with tears in his eyes, pursed his lips, and said excitedly: "Won't drink, won't drink anymore."

"What's wrong with you!" His wife's face turned pale, and she couldn't even hold the spatula in her hand, almost sitting on the ground.

Old Zhang like this didn't look like Fan Jin passing the exam, but like he was terminally ill, as if he was about to explain his funeral arrangements; how could it not be scary?

Seeing that he was a bit over the top, Old Zhang grabbed his wife's hand and told her about his encounter today. By the end, he couldn't help but shed tears.

No progress, he was still a secretary in the office, still a Deputy Section Chief. But from today on, he was the secretary of a Group leader, a section member that even a Deputy Director couldn't order around.

Not to mention anything else, even when the Office Director talked to him, it was brother this, brother that, talking about past loyalty and future friendship.

The ecology in the administrative office is the most revealing portrayal of society. When you just graduate, you are a person full of dreams and longing, and after rolling here for three years, you are a person who speaks human words to people and ghost words to ghosts.

Old Zhang's family ate this meal for two full hours; he cried, his wife cried, his wife cried, and he cried again; the couple wanted to cry out all the bitterness of these twenty years.

He didn't dare to be arrogant, thinking that once he had power, everyone was a dog. Old Zhang knew very well that he had no strengths to be chosen as secretary by the Secretary-General. The only explanation was his age and his understanding of the Metallurgical Plant and Steel City, nothing else.

He arrived at the unit early this morning, the news had long spread, and everyone greeted him enthusiastically along the way; where were the words "Old Zhang" from the past in his ears?

There were many who called him Section Chief Zhang, and those with some friendship even shouted Brother Zhang; he was numb from listening.

It wasn't that he was numb from listening to too many greetings, but that he had heard too many sweet words, and his ears were numb; this was the day he heard the most good words in his life.

Of course, he also knew he was borrowing the tiger's power; if he hadn't been chosen as secretary by the Secretary-General, who would look up to him or treat him as a person?

So he didn't dare to be sloppy at all when he arrived at the unit, first changing the hot water for the leader's office, then cleaning it seriously, pouring hot tea, and only then calling driver Yu.

When they met, they were quite awkward, and the confrontation yesterday was still fresh in their minds.

It was just that Yu Zhe entered the state faster than him, greeted him with a smile, and didn't say a word of nonsense on the way. He didn't speak, and Yu Zhe didn't speak either.

The two only initially communicated the details of the cooperation, and there was no other idle talk.

Arriving at the gate of the villa, Yu Zhe didn't even get out of the car, just honked the horn twice, and waited in the car; this looked like the style a Group driver should have.

Zhang Enyuan had already sorted out the details of the work a secretary should do last night, and simulated the scene in his mind countless times.

He even thought about special situations such as people asking him for help, sending gifts to the leader through him, and field work; he had gone through all the advantages and disadvantages of secretaries he had seen in his half-life.

So what Li Xuewu saw was the appearance of a qualified secretary who was humble, polite, cautious, and prudent, which was exactly the secretary appearance he needed after coming to Liaodong.

Just as he told Dong Wenxue, he was here to do things, not to chatter; educating a secretary wouldn't have the free time like when he was working in the Group.

In the Group, the things he could decide wouldn't exceed the Comprehensive Management Department, and even the Comprehensive Management Department couldn't completely listen to his orders.

Don't even mention the matter of a single pen for the Group Secretary-General; only after coming to Liaodong and Steel City did he truly have this treatment.

In the Comprehensive Management Department, if there was no signature from him, urgent documents could be looked at by Bu Qingfang, then transferred to the leader in charge, and just mentioned later.

But in Liaodong and Steel City, no matter how urgent the matter was, it had to wait for his review; nothing could be done without his signature.

What is a single pen?

The second half of a single pen is a one-man show, the kind where one person has the final say.

In the Group, the value of the documents he could review was at most one or two thousand yuan, and anything more had to be reviewed by the Deputy Director of Finance. But here, he could decide on documents worth thirty or fifty thousand, or even three or five hundred thousand.

This isn't treatment; this is responsibility, this is the pressure and power that a decision-maker must bear when executing the rights entrusted by the organization and the collective.

Only by possessing this pressure and power could he do work, do business, and do the work and business he thought should be done.

So the Secretary-General Zhang Enyuan saw today was different from yesterday, like a sword out of its sheath, with a feeling of hidden sharpness but murderous aura.

From the start of the car, he didn't see the leader smile, nor did he see the leader angry, just drooping his eyelids and looking at the documents on his lap, listening to him report today's itinerary.

Until he finished reporting, the Secretary-General said faintly: "Keep the itinerary as concise as possible, don't arrange field work this week, I'll look at the materials first."

"Okay, leader." Old Zhang had also entered the state, no longer calling Li Xu

Calling him Secretary-General implies that Li Xuewu is regarded as a leader of the Group. Calling him Leader means that Li Xuewu is regarded as the leader of the Steel Mill, the leader of the Liaodong Industrial Management Group, and also his own leader.

Choosing a slightly older, mature secretary from the office has this one benefit: you don't have to waste your breath, as he understands all your intentions.

"I am at ease handing Liaodong industry over to you." Li Huai De held Li Xuewu's hand, nodded, and said sincerely, "Go ahead and work boldly."

"Thank you for your support, Director Li." Li Xuewu also shook his hand and said, "I wish you a smooth journey."

"Good, take care." Li Huai De nodded, only then "reluctantly" letting go of his hand before stepping onto the train.

Indeed, Li Huai De had come to Steel City this time to send Li Xuewu to his new post, still traveling in his dedicated train carriage; he still dared not use the official aircraft. Even though many people in the Group had already flown in it, he simply refused to use it. It wasn't that he was afraid of falling out of the sky; he just wouldn't use it, period.

There was no helping it; since Old Li wouldn't use it, the others traveling with him had no choice but to take the train together. Chantal had originally wanted to suck up to Old Li, but Old Li dodged, and she didn't manage to do it.

"Comrade Xuewu, goodbye."

Gu Weijie's farewell was clearly much more concise than Old Li's; after shaking hands, she also boarded the train carriage.

Next was Dong Wenxue. The two embraced for a moment and shook hands vigorously; at this moment, they no longer cared whether others would be wary of their relationship.

Li Xuewu had come with this train and stayed behind; Dong Wenxue had come with this train and left. One leaving and one staying, the handover was officially completed.

Li Xuewu stood on the platform, watching the train slowly start moving and pull away. Deep inside, a certain agitation was reflected on his face; it was hard to say whether it was joy or excitement.

From today on, the sea and sky before him were vast; this land and this sky would both be witnesses to the realization of his ideals and ambitions.

Zhang Enyuan stood in a slightly rear position, half a step behind Liao Jinhui and level with Zhang Jing. He was neither arrogant nor discouraged; this was also his attitude and vow for taking office today.

Xu Sinian, Kuang Yusheng, Lv Yuanshen, and others, who were also on the platform seeing them off, withdrew their gazes from the departing train and looked one after another at Li Xuewu, who was standing there.

That's right, the Group's leader had left, but a Group leader had also stayed.

Among these people, not one was at the Group leader level, and even fewer had a part-time position in the Group Leadership Group Office; looking at Li Xuewu, they couldn't help but feel a bit inferior.

But looking at his excessively young face, they felt a bit unconvinced again, and couldn't help but mutter to themselves, waiting to see how Li Xuewu would ignite these "three fires."

Mr. Lu Xun once said that those without hair on their lips are not reliable in their work. Mr. Lu Xun also said that whether it's a mule or a horse, you have to take it out for a walk. This was the mentality of some people.

If Li Xuewu wanted to integrate resources and lead them, he at least had to show some real ability to make them convinced; otherwise, no one would submit.

Dong Wenxue was at least the Deputy Director of the Group Management Committee, and the stature of a deputy bureau-level official was enough to be imposing. Although Li Xuewu was the Secretary-General, he was still only at the division level.

Among these people, who wasn't a veteran, who didn't have seniority, and who wasn't at the division level? They were all waiting to be "capped" on the day of formal groupization.

They thought these things in their hearts, but naturally, they wouldn't show it on their faces; everyone was standing here waiting for Li Xuewu to make the next arrangement.

The gun hits the bird that sticks its head out; they were all old hands, so how could they make such a mistake?

Besides, they weren't unfamiliar with Li Xuewu. This kid was black-hearted and ruthless; it wasn't just one or two people who had fallen into his hands.

If they had to trade blows in business, they weren't afraid, but if it came to a physical confrontation, even if they all piled up together, they wouldn't be enough for him to beat up alone.

Being able to make Li Xuewu convinced was their skill, but being beaten by Li Xuewu until they were crying for their parents wouldn't be worth it. Therefore, everyone on the platform was very well-behaved.

"Director Xu, do you want to stay for a bit?" Li Xuewu first asked Xu Sinian with a smile, "Shall we have a drink together tonight?"

"Comrade Zihong is not in a hurry to go back, right?"

He looked at Xiao Zihong again and said with a smile, "Yesterday, Director Li and the others were here, and we were too busy talking; everyone didn't get to drink well."

"If you drink well, we'll all be drunk under the table," Xu Sinian said with a chuckle. "If you want to pit someone, don't pit your own people. There are plenty of people in Steel City who don't know your reputation yet."

"Hahaha—" Everyone laughed in unison.

Among the factory heads present today, only Xu Sinian and Xiao Zihong were not from Steel City. Xu Sinian was the head of Yingcheng Shipbuilding, and Xiao Zihong was the head of Fengcheng Machinery.

Since they were guests from afar, Li Xuewu asking them first naturally had a sense of courtesy, but also a sense of closeness.

Xu Sinian was an old friend of his; in the agency, who didn't know they were sworn brothers? Well, the whole agency knew about this, except for the two of them.

Xiao Zihong was once his partner in the Security Division; although there were some small unpleasantries in their cooperation, they were all in the past.

If it hadn't been for Li Xuewu's recommendation back then, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to come to Fengcheng to govern a region.

So when Li Xuewu pointed them out, the enthusiasm and closeness they responded with were much more direct, which also gave this farewell today a different flavor.

Lv Yuanshen and Bi Yuding exchanged a glance; the shock and bitterness in their hearts went without saying. When Li Xuewu first entered the Red Star Factory, he and Bi Yuding were already division chiefs in the factory.

He was in the Finance Division, and Bi Yuding was in the Dispatch Division. The two of them were doing quite well now, but they had become Li Xuewu's subordinates; where could they go to reason about this?

They felt they were at a disadvantage, but Kuang Yusheng, who was standing to the side, had a normal expression; there was no unfairness at all, and his gaze toward Li Xuewu was also ordinary.

"How about it, Factory Head Kuang is hosting today?" Li Xuewu smiled and looked at Kuang Yusheng again, then said to Kong Xiaobo and Ji Jiuzheng, "We can consider this the Hall of Righteousness."

"Are you really going to become an outlaw?"

Lv Yuanshen said with a smile, then looked at Ji Jiuzheng and asked, "Old Ji, are you busy? If you're not busy, stay for another night."

"Are you going to the mine?" Li Xuewu didn't mind Lv Yuanshen's overstepping, and following his words, he looked at Ji Jiuzheng and said, "If you're really busy, we'll do it another day; there's plenty of time."

"It's fine, one or two days don't make a difference."

Although Ji Jiuzheng couldn't compare to these veterans, he wasn't a rookie either; he wouldn't be a chopping block for Lv Yuanshen, let alone a scapegoat.

He smiled and looked at Li Xuewu, responding, "But it shouldn't be Director Kuang treating; you are the host, you should be the one treating! Right?"

"Hahaha—"

He didn't respond to Lv Yuanshen's "concern" and "politeness," but instead playfully said "kind words" for Kuang Yusheng, as if the two of them were very close.

Zhang Enyuan stood not far away and listened carefully. The Secretary-General called him Factory Head Kuang, but General Manager Ji called him Director Kuang; was there a difference in this?

Today on the platform, only these few people could speak; people like Yang Zongfang and Dou Changfang could only stand to the side, blowing in the cold wind and listening. What does it mean that an official one rank higher can crush you? They didn't even have the right to speak.

The leaders of the Industrial Leadership Group were joking. Yang Zongfang lit a cigarette for himself and silently walked a few steps away. Yang Shuxing glanced at him, then looked at Yin Zhongyao.

When Dong Wenxue was still here, the two of them had also fought a battle, but with the changes in the situation, a bit of tacit understanding had grown between them.

With Li Xuewu watching over the Group and Yang Zongfang keeping an eye on Steel City, it was wishful thinking for the two of them to fight for this position, so they extinguished their thoughts of advancement.

At this moment, listening to the leaders bickering, they smiled on the surface, but sneered in their hearts.

That's right, not everyone in the Industrial Leadership Group was a leader; it was the Secretary-General who led them all alone; otherwise, it should have been called the Industrial Leadership Group Office.

The platform was not their own home, nor was it the Group's reception hall. After the few of them joked for a while and agreed to drink at the guesthouse in the evening, they walked together onto the Hongtu No. 1.

How could a train station platform allow so many sedans to come up? Li Huai De wouldn't be so high-profile and showy either; three Hongtu No. 1s were enough.

Zhang Enyuan followed Li Xuewu onto the first car. Liao Jinhui took a look and consciously went to the second car.

Several leaders of the Steel Mill were also in this car. His gaze swept over these people; the word "indifference" was carved on each of their faces.

What? No one wants to talk?

That's right, they didn't have a chance to speak on the platform just now, so now that they were in the car, there was no point in talking.

His mind was clear, and he had long since recorded the changes in these people's expressions in his heart.

This Office Director position is not easy to hold; fence-sitters are no good, and neither are sycophants. If he hadn't committed sins in his previous life, he wouldn't be suffering this torment.

Sending off a top leader, yet not receiving any comfort or instructions—who understands this anxious heart? Now, let alone suffering, it's uncertain whether he'll even be sent away himself.

Looking at this posture today, the days ahead won't be peaceful.