Chapter 1416: Vow

"Right next to these two dormitory buildings in the Workers' New Village, and the stadium across the road."

Wang Shengli stood on the side of the long table and explained the engineering plan to the Secretary-General on the side.

He pointed his finger at the locations of Dormitory Area 4 and Female Dormitory Area 2, and then pointed to the stadium next to it and introduced: "According to the original plan, these buildings must be demolished before the end of the month, otherwise this year's construction period will not be met."

Li Xuewu's gaze also slid with his fingers, and he was already imagining the future appearance of the large cinema in his mind.

"The dormitory buildings are to be demolished. How is the staff resettlement plan prepared?"

He looked at Wang Shengli and asked: "Have you talked to the guesthouse about the stadium side?"

"The staff resettlement plan is the work of the Personnel Section and the Logistics Section. We mainly cooperate with the plan planning."

Wang Shengli thought for a while and replied: "I heard from the personnel department that the Rolling Mill will complete the demolition before the end of the year, so the construction progress of the Workers' New Village staff dormitory building this year is very fast, so..."

"What about the stadium side?" Li Xuewu nodded and asked: "Didn't the guesthouse want to do some project?"

"The guesthouse's gymnasium project has been changed. Aren't they going to build a new guesthouse building opposite?"

Wang Shengli pointed to the location of the Riverside Garden and said: "It's this location."

"The current plan is to build the large cinema, gymnasium, and independent theater together to form a building complex."

His finger returned to the position just now, drew a circle, and finalized: "Director Li's meaning is to integrate it with the Grand Auditorium and the Tuanjie Lake of the guesthouse to create a garden-style cultural industry entertainment park."

"Director Li's thinking is really advanced." Li Xuewu smiled and said, then asked: "How is the construction progress of the Group's office building? Is it still within the construction period?"

"There is definitely no problem with completing it on time. Now the general company is also rushing the construction period." Wang Shengli replied frankly: "According to the current engineering progress, rushing out a decoration period should not be a problem. Of course, it still depends on the end."

"Cultural and sports projects can be engaged in. I have no opinion."

Li Xuewu thought cautiously and said: "However, you should pay attention when planning and designing. Don't over-develop, and don't be too cautious, so that it won't be enough in the future."

He looked at the plan on the table and said: "Try to do a good job of calculation, at least look thirty years ahead to be enough."

"The quality of the building itself is definitely more than thirty years, so now look at the margin."

Wang Shengli thought for a while, looked at the Secretary-General and nodded, saying: "I will report your opinion to the general company when I go back."

"Well, under the premise that the main planning remains unchanged, adjustments to the plan are normal." Li Xuewu pointed to the plan and said: "I can't count how many versions this is."

"If you only count the ones reported, it is estimated that there are more than twenty versions." Wang Shengli also smiled bitterly, explaining while collecting the drawings: "The French design team said that our Group's project is the most difficult project they have ever done."

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu smiled and pointed to the office desk, signaling him to go over and sit down, "How is the French Cultural Friendship Hall built? Can it be opened this year?"

"I was just about to tell you this."

Wang Shengli packed up the drawings, walked over and said with a smile: "Don't look at them always nagging that we are picky and changing again and again. In fact, they are the same virtue themselves."

After pouring a drink of tea prepared by Zhang Enyuan, he continued: "If you ask me, the French Pavilion won't be finished in another year. They are the truly picky ones."

"The lines can't be drawn crookedly, they must be drawn by hand, and the colors must be highly consistent—tsk tsk—"

Wang Shengli shook his head and clicked his tongue: "I wouldn't work with them even if I were beaten to death. I even find them slow."

"Striving for excellence—"

Li Xuewu leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup and said: "The French worship handmade products very much, thinking that this is the standard of a craftsman's model."

"Hehe, if you're poor, just say you're poor."

Wang Shengli leaned forward, smiled and said: "I studied in France. What history do they have that I wouldn't know?"

"If you talk about striving for excellence and craftsman models, who can compare with our ancestors? They can't even see the shadow."

He shook his head slightly and said: "The times are different. Mechanized production technology is replacing traditional handicraft technology. This is an inevitable trend. Labeling the handicraft industry as a craftsman model—"

Seeing him curl his lips and shake his head, Li Xuewu also smiled and said: "I don't understand production technology, but I have seen some ways from the perspective of marketing."

"When traditional handicrafts occupy the mainstream of the market, high-precision and high-integration industrial arts produced by machinery are more valuable. In an environment of universal mechanized production, traditional handicrafts are squeezed out of the market, and no one engages in related businesses, so they will be pursued again and become popular."

"You explained it thoroughly—"

Wang Shengli gave Li Xuewu a thumbs up, nodded and said: "In terms of modern architecture, is the quality of concrete structure houses worse than the previous brick, tile, and wood mixed houses? This is not a joke."

"The progress of any industrial technology represents the progress of an era. What's the point of always looking back?"

He picked up a pencil and drew a simple diagram in his notebook to show Li Xuewu: "Just such an exhibition hall, named Cultural Hall, but it has been built for two and a half years and only built a frame, and even the gate hasn't been built yet."

"We have already finished building an industrial exhibition hall larger than it. If we really wait for them to open for business, it will be the year of the monkey."

"Learn from the virtuous and reflect on yourself when you see the unvirtuous."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and said: "If people have any advantages, we still have to learn humbly."

"That's true—" Wang Shengli nodded and said seriously: "This French architectural design and construction team is definitely ahead of us in the mastery of new machinery and new processes."

He said honestly: "Including the use of some construction tools and standard parts, they are all worth learning."

"A big country with a thousand-year history of civilization must have something worth learning, especially in architecture."

Li Xuewu pointed at him and said: "At the beginning, Director Li and I agreed to cooperate with the Saint-Aya Group because we wanted our construction company to have more contact with the world's architectural field, to look at the world, and to walk a road of modern architecture with Chinese characteristics that combines tradition and modernity."

"You people who engage in architecture, especially those who engage in design, must learn aesthetics. If a nation does not have its own aesthetics, it cannot be counted as a complete civilization system."

He patted the notebook on the table and said: "What's the point of picking up others' wisdom? Civilization confidence is the highest pursuit of architectural disciplines. The Group has provided you with the best drawing board, and now it's waiting for you to display your talents."

"You can always summarize and elevate our seemingly ordinary work to the height of culture and beauty." Wang Shengli said with a smile: "No wonder we unanimously agreed that this plan should be sent to you for review, so that we can have a bottom line in our hearts."

"This flattery is a bit deliberate, not as good as before." Li Xuewu stood up with a smile, pointed at him and said: "Coming early is not as good as coming coincidentally. You don't have to rush back tomorrow. The President of the Saint-Aya Group is going to Yingcheng to inspect the shipyard. She will stop by Steel City to visit, and you should meet her too."

"I'm a construction engineer, what am I meeting her for?" Wang Shengli stood up and said: "It wouldn't be the aesthetics you mentioned, right? Does she need me to review it?"

"Well, now I know." Li Xuewu walked to his side, patted his arm and said: "Why Lang Zhennan said you are the one who can talk the most nonsense in their company."

"Hahaha—"

"I want this, Mom, I want this—"

21-month-old Hu Niu can already clearly express her requirements and thoughts, just a bit spoiled.

Perhaps it was influenced by her mother, or perhaps it was because her father was not by her side.

The weather turned warm, and Zhou Wang Yamei took the initiative to arrange a car to pick up the mother and daughter, so that everyone could get together to eat dumplings.

"Sister, come, I'll take you to play."

Fu Zhidong had the look of an older brother, taking the initiative to rummage through his old toys and share them with Hu Niu.

Hu Niu is Li Qi's nickname, only called among family members. When going out to visit, they are all called Li Qi.

And Zhou Wang Yamei and Mai Qinglan can be called a family of friends. The children get together to play, so they save the name and call them brothers and sisters directly.

Eight-year-old Fu Zhidong can still play with Li Qi, but he also takes her to play. The age difference between the two is too large. Fu Zhidong's old toys are just right for Hu Niu to play with.

"What time does the leader get off work?"

Seeing her daughter being coaxed away by Fu Zhidong, Mai Qinglan raised her wrist to check the time and said: "Is it still in time?"

"Not busy, he still has to rest after coming back from work. How can he arrange dinner as soon as he enters the house."

Zhou Wang Yamei explained with a smile: "Besides, he doesn't have a fixed time to get off work. He has been busy recently and is often tied up by things. It's common to be half an hour late."

"Then it's in time, let's wrap a little more."

Mai Qinglan had seen Bang Geng's appetite in the Dongfeng Shipping Wharf canteen, and it was really a bit scary to talk about it.

She also followed Li Wenbiao to the capital several times. She had eaten a meal with Qin Huairu and her son in the Sihe Academy. At that time, she didn't see Bang Geng eating so much, although he was also very good at eating.

Now Bang Geng is like a little calf, able to eat two large bowls of sorghum rice, and he doesn't look full at all.

If they eat dumplings, one cover might not be enough, so she arranged to wrap a little more, always having to let people eat their fill.

Looking at Bang Geng, who was busy cleaning the house, Mai Qinglan couldn't help but have wild thoughts in her heart. Could it be that Qin Huairu remarried, and the new man couldn't afford to support the child, so he sent him out early to learn to do things?

Reasonably speaking, with Qin Huairu's nature, she absolutely couldn't bear it. Looking at the child, he didn't look like he was forced to run away from home.

Is there anyone who runs away from home and gets fatter and taller?

"Do you see if he has grown taller?"

Seeing Mai Qinglan take two more glances at Jia Geng, Zhou Wang Yamei said softly: "The clothes and shoes I bought for him are all small."

"It looks like he has grown taller. It's because of the change of water and soil."

Mai Qinglan looked at Zhou Wang Yamei amusedly and asked: "How does it feel to pick up another son to raise? Is it tiring?"

"If I picked up a son, it wouldn't be so tiring." Zhou Wang Yamei smiled bitterly helplessly: "How to raise a son is not raising? Just eat and wear warm, isn't that enough."

She glanced at Bang Geng outside the kitchen door and said: "This is being cultivated as a student. This is what is called hard work. Heart-tiring."

"Hehe—" Mai Qinglan laughed out loud, raised her eyebrows at Zhou Wang Yamei and said: "He didn't want to study at home. Qin Huairu chased him with a broom and he wouldn't study. How did he become a good student when he came to you?"

"He can't become a good student anywhere."

Zhou Wang Yamei shook her head with a smile and said: "However, this child wins by being honest and hardworking. Although he lacks talent in cultural learning, he likes to read, which is very good. People can have no academic qualifications, but they cannot have no culture."

As she said this, she gave Mai Qinglan a look. Mai Qinglan used her peripheral vision to look at the living room. Bang Geng's figure cleaning was even more energetic, and there was a sense of pride.

Who doesn't know that he doesn't like reading, but after arriving in Steel City, he read Journey to the West three times, three whole times!

You tell me, in this era, if you randomly pluck a person from the street, you ask him how many times he has read Journey to the West!

He dares to bet that he is definitely stronger than the vast majority of people!

Actually, this room is not soundproof, especially since there is only one door between the kitchen and the living room. At this moment, the door is still open.

He heard every word Zhou Auntie and Biao Auntie said in the living room. Children of this age are very sensitive.

When Biao Auntie mentioned whether it would be troublesome for Zhou Auntie for him to live here, his heart was also lifted.

Biao Uncle's wife should be called Biao Auntie. At home, he called her that, and Biao Uncle didn't say anything.

The few words Zhou Auntie said really touched his heart. Regarding the words that he had no talent for learning, he didn't care at all, because he just didn't like learning.

When Zhou Auntie praised him for loving reading, he was also a bit embarrassed, after all, he read Journey to the West three times.

Why read it three times?

Because the first and second times were not read well, his mind was a bit restless, and many contents were missed. But when he read it for the third time, his heart was finally quiet.

Truly understanding the stories in the book, and then listening to Zhou Auntie analyze the human feelings and the principles of doing things in the book one by one, combined with the experiences and what he saw and heard during these days of running around, he realized how useful it was for him to understand a book.

The water-polished floor tiles in the living room, the corners of the furniture, the seams on the stair treads... all were cleaned by him. He put the cleaning tools back in the bathroom, listening to Zhou Auntie "quietly" telling Biao Auntie in the kitchen how much he liked reading and how smart he was. He consciously went to the study, found "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" that Zhou Auntie gave him yesterday, and started reading.

You don't say, the big book that he wouldn't even look at if someone forced him with a gun before, now he can read it just by listening to Zhou Auntie "quietly" praising him, and he reads it with great interest.

This has to be said, Zhou Auntie has never praised him to his face, nor has she said he is smart.

He is already fourteen years old, of course he understands the adults' thoughts. Some truths cannot be said in front of children, so he just likes reading and is smart! That's right—

"Yo, reading Three Kingdoms—"

Li Xuewu called Bang Geng to eat dinner from the living room three times and didn't move. He suspected that the kid had fallen asleep. He came to the study to see, but saw that the kid was fascinated by the book and didn't hear his greeting.

This is really a fresh thing. He wants to write this in a letter and mail it to Qin Huairu. It is estimated that his mother won't believe it.

Hehe, Bang Geng is smart since he was a child. If he hadn't been beaten, he would be even smarter.

He wants to write a letter to tell Qin Huairu that her son is promising and can hold a big Three Kingdoms book and be fascinated. Qin Huairu would have to slap herself twice and quickly burn the letter.

Why? Afraid of people seeing it.

Not to mention these new neighbors upstairs and downstairs, even the old neighbors in the Sihe Academy, how many don't know Bang Geng.

Saying he is fascinated by reading, who would believe it? They would have to wonder if the child is sick, if he is confused by a high fever.

But it is such a child that all neighbors, even his own mother and grandmother, don't believe he can read, and now he is starting to work hard. This world is really full of wonders.

Li Xuewu bent down to look at the book in his hand, reached out and rubbed his head and asked: "What did you read?"

"Wu Shu, you are back."

Bang Geng seemed to have just returned from the book, looked at him blankly, and then greeted him.

Li Xuewu smiled, tapped his book with his finger, and asked again: "I asked you, what did you read? You were so serious that you didn't hear me calling you to eat."

"Ah? Is it time to eat?" Banggeng suddenly had energy; in this life, only books and food cannot be let down!

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu reached out and pressed on the big-faced cat's shoulder, insisting that he answer this question.

The big-faced cat then reacted. Wu Shu was still waiting for his answer.

"That... actually I don't know very well..." Bang Geng lowered his head with a blush and said: "I just started reading. Zhou Auntie told me that I can see the essence of the Jianghu from this book."

"Oh? Then tell me, what is the essence of the Jianghu?" Li Xuewu smiled and put his arm around his shoulder and walked out of the study, asking as he walked: "You even understood this?"

"It was Zhou Auntie who said it—" Bang Geng looked up at his godfather and replied: "Zhou Auntie said that Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human feelings and sophistication."

"Hmm—" Li Xuewu nodded clearly, looked down at his godson and said: "Your Zhou Auntie is not wrong, but godfather still has to teach you one sentence: this Jianghu is indeed not about fighting and killing, but you must first learn to fight and kill, and then someone will talk to you about human feelings and sophistication. Do you understand?"

"Ah—I seem to understand."

Bang Geng's eyes were much brighter, as if he had opened his mind in an instant, understanding many things he couldn't think of before.

Zhou Wang Yamei stood at the kitchen door, looking at the two of them with anger and amusement, saying: "Is this how you teach children?"

"Hey, don't belittle scholars."

Li Xuewu smiled and pushed Bang Geng into the kitchen to eat, and said to Zhou Wang Yamei: "What you teach is theory, what I teach is practice. This theory must be combined with practice to be effective."

After he entered the restaurant, he looked at Fu Zhidong and asked: "Son, you tell me, is godfather right?"

"Seems—" Fu Zhidong looked at his mother hesitantly, and then looked at his godfather decisively and said: "It's right!"

"Hehehe—" Seeing him teasing the children, Mai Qinglan couldn't help but laugh.

Zhou Wang Yamei had no way to deal with his sophistry, so she could only glare at him and go to serve the cold dishes that had already been mixed.

There are no good dishes in the Northeast at this time of year, it is the time when the green is not connected to the yellow. Kelp shreds are rare good cold dishes on the table.

Cabbage and pork dumplings, cold kelp shreds. Li Xuewu doesn't drink at home, and today is a family banquet, so he only eats dumplings and doesn't drink. The atmosphere is not enthusiastic, but warm enough.

Zhou Wang Yamei goes to work at the wharf during the day, and Mai Qinglan also helps from time to time after Hu Niu grows up a bit.

Actually, there is no position for Mai Qinglan in Dongfeng Shipping, and Zhou Wang Yamei has never paid her a salary, but Mai Qinglan has this self-awareness.

Although there is no salary for her, Li Wenbiao's treatment really supports her and Hu Niu, and it is more than enough.

With Li Xuewu in Steel City, can he treat them mother and daughter badly? Even her mother doesn't come to Steel City, just letting her take care of the child alone.

It's not that the grandmother in this era is cruel, but that Mai Qinglan's father's health is not good and needs someone to take care of him.

Although the club provides three meals a day, Mai Xiaotian can eat in the restaurant, but no one takes care of him as conveniently.

Her mother returned to the capital to take care of her father, mainly to keep an eye on her father not to overwork. Since the club's opera troupe could perform with the Red Star Steel Group's art troupe, her father seemed to be much younger and had the motivation to work again.

Especially the two girls, Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao, whose skills are becoming more and more mature, and they have gradually emerged in art.

The two girls originally wanted to worship her father as a teacher, follow her father to learn art and be an artist, but her father was unwilling.

Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao were introduced by Mai Xiaotian to worship the most famous master in the Qin Qin Jingju line as a teacher. Although this master-apprentice relationship lasted for a very short time, the master didn't even really teach these two closed-door disciples.

However, the master's own daughter taught on behalf of the master and passed on the most precious skills of the sect to the two.

The skills of this sect are not passed on, unless they are personal disciples. The other party was grateful for the influence behind the two, and solved big problems and big difficulties during the last period of her father's life.

In the face of these difficulties and problems, what can't be repaid even if it is family-passed skills? Besides, they were the closed-door disciples personally recognized by her father before he died, and they went through formal procedures.

It's funny to say, Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao are not old, but their seniority in this line is not small.

Especially since the sect is prominent and there are many fellow disciples, they look like junior sisters, but they are actually grand-aunts, which is really a bit of fun.

Plus the two have noble people to support them, and they can perform on stage during this period, which can be called glorious to the family.

The two brought their skills to worship, and they were accepted by their peers and the sect. They also have to thank their master who had no virtue. Someone can testify that the two were deceived and abandoned by their master, which is not a betrayal of the sect, let alone a betrayal of faith.

The character and virtue of the two have also been recognized and sought after in the past year or two. This title of grand-aunt is called willingly.

Why?

How difficult is it to sing opera in this era, who knows?

Since Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao performed on stage with the help of Mai Xiaotian's teaching and help, they have caused a certain influence in a small range.

Mainly because the two have a good foundation, plus famous teachers' guidance and protection, even if they perform specific repertoires, they can sing brilliantly and make a name for themselves.

How many people are left who can perform on stage in this era? They sing red operas with the Red Star Steel Group Art Troupe, and they are not afraid of people looking for trouble at all. This reputation is really accumulated.

Having a reputation and not forgetting the roots, after asking Li Xuewu for instructions, they asked the art troupe to entrust them, and finally brought the younger generation of the sect who were difficult to get ahead to the stage.

The older generation has too much reputation, they can't bring them, and they dare not bring them. But these younger generation of the sect, if they don't get stage performance experience and training for a long time, they will be ruined in this life.

The elders of the sect saw that they could do this, which one was not convinced, and told the younger generation to be respectful and learn to be a person and play drama seriously, and never dare to cause trouble for the two.

So Li Xuewu didn't go to see their backstage. If he went to see it, he would definitely not be able to help laughing.

The two little girls went on stage with a group of disciples and grandchildren bowing on both sides to send them up, and after they went off stage, there were a group of filial sons and virtuous grandchildren serving tea and water to take them down. They truly achieved the status of being old seniors at a young age.

Mai Xiaotian and those old seniors have the same mentality. They are not successful in this life, but they must leave something for Qin Qin Jingju. As long as they can exert some effort, they will die without regret.

If you ask them if they have selfishness, is it really for Qin Qin Jingju that they are so obedient?

Of course not. Anyone who does anything must have a purpose, otherwise who would take the initiative to do things.

Mai Xiaotian and others lifted Tong Huimei and the two to step by step, valuing their deep background. Being able to survive in this era is a corner with potential that is worth supporting and can be popular.

What to watch when watching opera? Watch the corner.

Early opera troupes must hang a sign when they open for business, saying what they are singing today and which corner is going to perform.

You are not convinced? Just took this job. The era didn't give them a chance to perform, and even the thoughts of their disciples and grandchildren to perform were cut off. They could only watch others sing red operas and stare.

Now the opportunity is right in front of them. Two juniors suddenly broke into the sect, which is God rewarding them with food.

Heaven has no way to cut off people—

The seniors of the sect almost went to kowtow and burn incense under the ancestor's tablet. The master who accepted Tong Huimei and the two finally achieved a good reputation of being confused for a lifetime and wise for a while.

Now the two are shouldering the heavy responsibility of the sect to re-emerge in the Jianghu and become famous in the world. The old seniors can't wait to pass on their lifelong skills to the two, so that they can kill all directions.

Times create heroes—this is not a good time for the opera world, but it hasn't cut off the life of opera people.

When everyone is not having a good time, they are having a better time. In contrast, the gap is opened.

Don't need twenty years, thirty years, ten years is enough. For Qin Qin Jingju, ten years is a big hurdle.

Give Tong Huimei and the two ten years, they will eventually become famous corners. With their all-out help, they even have the opportunity to achieve the title of master.

As one falls, another rises. They have capable people in this branch and this sect, which can be called "one person attains the Tao, and the chickens and dogs ascend to heaven."

If Tong Huimei and Jin Jiaojiao really achieve the title of master, they will have enough say in the Pear Garden line. It is reasonable to promote the younger generation of the sect. With these two in the sect, they deserve to be revived and have unique advantages.

Mai Qinglan learned these from her mother and father's mouth. It is impossible not to envy.

Who is the gold master behind Tong Huimei and the two? Others don't know, how could she not know.

Li Wenbiao had already made it clear to her that these two actually lived opposite her school.

It can be considered fate. The two moved away, and Li Wenbiao cleaned up that courtyard just to squat and guard her.

How miserable the two were, and the experience of almost dying in that courtyard made Mai Qinglan, who had returned to live for a period of time, couldn't help but look up at the beam every time she went to the kitchen.

The bullet holes clearly visible on the beam remind her every time what is called "if you don't die in a great disaster, you will have blessings!"

The experience of Tong Huimei and the two also really encouraged her. It was Li Wenbiao who saw her suicidal thoughts and used this to encourage her.

The two can have today's achievements, she envies, but not jealous. Mai Qinglan also thought about entering a professional troupe, relying on her parents' innate cultivation and advantages, as well as her own efforts to become a famous corner. It's a pity that God didn't give her this opportunity.

Li Wenbiao also asked her if she was willing to sing opera. If she was willing, he would beg Wu Ge.

Mai Qinglan's answer is that life is very good now.

Yes, she still has the ideal of performing on stage, but in the face of reality, she prefers this plain and wealthy life.

Even if she performed on stage, what can she do? Even if she is infinitely glorious, what can she do? How many famous corners have she seen who are infinitely glorious on stage and fall from the altar?

Don't sing anymore, decided not to sing long ago.

When chatting after dinner, Wu Ge asked her what she was doing recently, and her answer was preparing to go to work.

"Actually, Steel City is also good." Zhou Wang Yamei touched the back of her neck, looked at Mai Qinglan and said: "Wait until the child is a little older, and Biaozi comes back, you can go back to the capital."

What she meant was to broaden Mai Qinglan's heart, reminding her that living alone in the capital is not as comfortable as in Steel City.

In Steel City, there is her care, and Li Xuewu's protection. Who can hurt their mother and daughter?

Besides, with Li Xuewu in Steel City, they have no worries about life, which can be considered a peace of mind for Li Wenbiao who is far away in Hong Kong.

"Well, I think so too."

Mai Qinglan held the teacup in her hand, watched Hu Niu playing around the sofa with Fu Zhidong, and said with a smile: "It still depends on how the school arranges it, and then ask Wu Ge for help."

"You don't need to worry about the Metallurgical Plant side, just listen to the news from the school side."

Li Xuewu was reading today's newspaper, raised his head and said to her: "Just let the eldest sister-in-law keep an eye on it for you."

"Yes, I told the eldest sister-in-law." Mai Qinglan nodded and said to Li Xuewu with a smile: "Biaozi also agreed."

"Go to the radio station first, start as a broadcast host."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "The Red Star Art Publishing House and the United Radio Station are going to establish a branch station in Liaodong."

He folded the newspaper in his hand and put it aside and explained: "The station head of the United Radio Liaodong Station was originally the deputy section chief of the Propaganda Section 3 and the deputy head of the art troupe. When there is time, I will introduce you to meet and say hello in advance."

"Okay, I listen to your arrangement." Mai Qinglan nodded and said: "At that time, the child will have to be sent to the nursery for care."

"There is one in the factory. You can send it in the morning, pick it up at noon, send it back in the afternoon, and get off work together in the evening." Li Xuewu explained to her: "The children of factory employees are all brought up like this. Such benefits are available."

Mai Qinglan was going to take the child back, but was stopped by Zhou Wang Yamei, who didn't allow her to take the child on the night road at night.

Actually, it's not a night road. The driver is always available, but Zhou Wang Yamei didn't want her to go at night, so she stayed.

This small villa has enough rooms. According to Zhou Wang Yamei's arrangement, the mother and daughter rested in the guest room.

After settling everyone, she returned to the master bedroom and said to Li Xuewu, who was reading in bed: "Actually, it is appropriate to arrange for Qinglan to work in Dongfeng Shipping, and she is willing herself."

"Well, I know." Li Xuewu turned a page. It was the latest big-volume theoretical book. Ordinary people can't understand it, but he can read it with great interest.

"You know and still want her to go to the Metallurgical Plant."

Zhou Wang Yamei sat in front of the dressing table and let down her hair, picked up the ox horn wooden comb and combed it, saying: "What are you thinking?"

"What I think is not important, what is important is what Biaozi thinks." Li Xuewu's eyes still didn't leave the book, and he said frankly: "How to arrange it depends on Biaozi's opinion."

"Did Li Wenbiao tell you this?"

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him with some surprise and asked: "When, before he left?"

"Well, Biaozi doesn't hope she intervenes in this line of work, saying that they will quarrel and have conflicts in the future."

Li Xuewu turned over, held the book and leaned on the head of the bed, and said indifferently: "I respect his opinion."

"Are you also afraid that they will have conflicts?"

Zhou Wang Yamei understood the meaning of his words in an instant, and the action of combing her hair slowed down a lot.

"However, it seems that her personality is indeed a bit stubborn. If they really work in the same unit..."

"Biaozi is also quite stubborn. These two can't get together." Li Xuewu turned his head and glanced at her and said: "If she had your personality, Biaozi wouldn't have told me."

"Actually, I don't care where she goes. Even if she goes to Dongfeng Shipping, can I still care about her?"

He turned the book in his hand and continued to say while reading: "Arranging her to go to the Metallurgical Plant is actually more troublesome than arranging her to go to Dongfeng Shipping. I just don't want Biaozi to worry more."

"Well, what you said also makes sense."

Zhou Wang Yamei nodded, and the action of combing her hair returned to smoothness. "I asked her what she meant this afternoon."

"What did she say?" Li Xuewu asked casually: "Did she say she wanted to go to Dongfeng Shipping?"

"No, she should have been mentally prepared." Zhou Wang Yamei combed her hair, stood on tiptoe and got on the bed, kicked off her slippers and reached out to take the book from Li Xuewu's hand and said: "You can tell from her tone today that she should have asked Biaozi."

"Well, I know." Li Xuewu saw her take the book and close it, so he didn't force it to read again. He has this habit of reading, not forcing, not pretending, reading a little bit is a little bit, the important thing is to remember what he has read, can't read in vain.

"You say, how about I go back to the capital to work?"

"Hmm? What kind of wind are you blowing?"

Li Xuewu closed his eyes and was ready to enjoy, but suddenly heard her say this, and opened his eyes in confusion and looked at her.

Zhou Wang Yamei supported her neck with one arm, lay on her side beside him, pressed her palm on his stomach, and said in a low voice: "I just want to go to the capital to work."

"Speak looking into my eyes."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said: "What existence in the capital makes you dream about it, making you so active."

"Don't talk nonsense—"

Zhou Wang Yamei pushed him, her eyes glanced lightly, and then explained indifferently: "I don't want to cause you trouble."

"Cause what trouble? How come I don't know?" Li Xuewu looked at her and asked: "Is someone staring at you?"

"Whether someone is staring at me, don't you know?"

Zhou Wang Yamei glared at him coquettishly and said: "I know those two people arranged by Han Zhan. You can ask him."

"Don't let your imagination run wild and mess up your own formation." Li Xuewu turned his head and looked at the ceiling and said: "Things are far from reaching that point, and it's not the situation you think."

"I don't think anything, and I don't need to think with you here." Zhou Wang Yamei turned the circle on Li Xuewu's belly and muttered: "I just want to let you let go of your hands and feet."

"I'm quite relaxed now." Li Xuewu turned his head and looked at her and said: "Do you have any other ideas?"

"What do you think?" Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him and said: "You have lived here for almost two months, and you have no other preparations?"

"What preparations? No, live for three years first."

Li Xuewu shook his head and said: "Unless you are unwilling, then I will find another place."

"Are you forcing me?" Zhou Wang Yamei patted him lightly and said: "I don't care. At most, by June, as soon as Zhidong has a holiday, I will handle his transfer and go to your Group's school."

"And then? After I return to the capital, you will come back?" Li Xuewu turned his body and looked at her and asked: "Is it interesting for you to toss the child back and forth like this?"

"I don't intend to toss the child, you intend to toss me." Zhou Wang Yamei looked into his eyes and said: "I don't know what you intend to do, and I don't care. I am raised by you. I will accompany you to the end, but I can't take the child to play with you. This is unfair to Zhidong."

"Send the child to the capital to study, go to the best school, go to the house you bought for us."

Zhou Wang Yamei softened her tone slightly, lowered her head and said: "I come back once or twice a month to handle work, and you stay here. You can do whatever you want."

"Aren't you afraid that I will tear down your house for you?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said: "You are playing guerrilla warfare with me. I am in the capital and you are desperately staying in Steel City. I come to Steel City and you want to run to the capital. That's enough."

"Don't talk about me, am I willing to leave my hometown?" Zhou Wang Yamei pushed him, lay lightly on him, and said indifferently: "You are not my person after all."

Yes, this is not her person, and she can't keep his heart. He is in Steel City, but his heart is in the capital.

Then why bother? She sent herself and the child to the capital, which gave Gu Ning face and fulfilled the original vow.

How to reach the contract, wrap the double jump around the wrist, originally a token of love, now keep the agreement. ===== CHAPTER 1417 =====