Chapter 1425: New Password

"Sigh—" Wang Min took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a long breath, sounding like a sigh, and also like an exclamation.

The expression on his face was even more brilliant, as if he were pitying the world, or perhaps lamenting the spring and autumn.

He was standing with Zhou Linghua by the window in the third-floor corridor, looking at the distant factory gate and asking, "Tell me, can Deputy Factory Director Yang still come back?"

"Hiss—" Zhou Linghua was also a joker in private. He took a long breath and turned to stare at Wang Min, saying, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Hmm—how can this be called nonsense."

Wang Min looked like an immortal, the smoke in his hand ethereal, squinting his eyes slightly and saying, "This is called conducting analysis and judgment based on evidence."

"Where is your evidence?"

Zhou Linghua raised his eyebrows, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and asked, "Is it all in the smoke?"

"This? This can only grant me strength, not enrich my thoughts." Wang Min looked down at the cigarette in his hand and said, "Some people say men are like this cigarette. Sometimes they are clawing and scratching, sometimes they are passionate like fire, burning themselves, but they live and live until they are just a cigarette butt."

"It seems you really are possessed—"

Zhou Linghua looked down at the cigarette in his own hand, shook his head slightly, and said, "You, who study civil engineering, can actually say such philosophical words."

"I'm just speaking from feeling."

Wang Min raised his head slightly, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, "Deputy Factory Director Yin went, came back, and left again; Deputy Factory Director Yang went, and will never come back."

"What are you two chatting about here?"

Ma Baosen came back from the Comprehensive Management Office holding a stack of documents and asked unexpectedly, "Are you not busy this morning?"

"Busy, and not busy, what's the difference." Zhou Linghua imitated Wang Min's tone and said indifferently, "In the end, isn't it all just a fart."

"What the heck?"

Ma Baosen thought something was wrong with his ears. Was this something a university student could say?

"Nothing, what did you go do?"

Zhou Linghua was still imitating Wang Min's expression, standing there brewing emotions. He also wanted to feel whether Wang Min's mental state at this moment was really that of a mental patient. If he really was a mental patient, he would be prepared—stay far away from him.

Wang Min, on the other hand, lost his emotion, turned to look at the stunned Ma Baosen, and said, "Your master was just looking for you. We said you were busy flirting with the new girl in the finance office."

"You guys—" Ma Baosen widened his eyes and pouted, "Truly, it's hard to learn good, but easy to learn bad—"

"Tell us, did you catch her?"

Wang Min got mischievous, raised his eyebrows, and teased Ma Baosen, "I heard you are from the same neighborhood? Did your family arrange it?"

"You know too much—"

Ma Baosen walked toward the office with the documents in his arms, too lazy to bother with this bad material.

Wang Min laughed, turned back to Zhou Linghua, and said, "That girl in the finance office is really beautiful."

"Deputy Factory Director Yang won't be coming back."

"What?"

Suddenly hearing Zhou Linghua say this, Wang Min, who had just been speaking from feeling, was stunned.

He looked blankly at Zhou Linghua, frowned, and asked, "What did you just say?"

Zhou Linghua didn't answer his question, but tapped the window glass lightly, signaling him to look outside.

Wang Min turned his head suddenly, only to see several cars suddenly appearing in the parking space in front of the building, including both Modu and Hongyun models, and quite a few people were getting off the cars.

"Beats everything! The Group's Discipline Inspection Commission has come twice in one month. Who can stand this!"

"It's over, it's over—" Wang Min shook his head slightly and said, "There will only be one Deputy Factory Director Yang in the Metallurgical Plant from now on. Everyone won't have to worry about calling the wrong person anymore."

"This isn't very good, is it?"

Li Xuewu's expression was quite serious regarding the sudden appearance of Sun Jianhua, Deputy Manager of the Organization Work Department, and Zhou Zechuan, in charge of the Supervision Office, in his office.

"What kind of problem did Deputy Factory Director Yang have that was worth such a big fanfare?"

"It's precisely because the problem is a bit complex that we took the initiative to come to Steel City to explain it to you."

Sun Jianhua looked at Zhou Zechuan, signaling him to speak. Zhou Zechuan then had no choice but to open his mouth.

In fact, if he had a choice, he really didn't want to come, and even less did he want to face Li Xuewu directly.

In Zhou Zechuan's view, he would rather be busy from the beginning of the year to the end than face this fierce tiger.

He had suffered too many losses, and they were too profound; he didn't want to suffer a second time.

Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid this matter.

"According to the instructions of Director Li of the Management Committee, we have placed Comrade Yang Shuxing under detention."

Zhou Zechuan tried his best to examine his language structure, trying as much as possible not to make any mistakes.

This also made his explanation seem a bit dry, with nothing worth questioning.

Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Sun Jianhua, who had led the team to Steel City this time.

"Cough, cough—"

Sun Jianhua was also a bit embarrassed. Seeing Zhou Zechuan obediently not speaking, he could only cough lightly and open his mouth.

"It's like this, Secretary-General."

Similarly tidying up his language, he explained, "Comrade Yang Shuxing took the initiative to go to the Group to confess some problems to the leadership..."

Could Li Xuewu believe this?

Burning newspapers at a grave—are you trying to fool ghosts?

However, Li Xuewu didn't speak. Judging from the title used by the other party, Yang Shuxing really wouldn't be coming back.

Of course, it was absolutely impossible for him to have turned himself in; no one in the Metallurgical Plant agency would believe it.

"We also strictly followed organizational procedures. As soon as we received the notice from Deputy Director Gu, we launched a talk with Comrade Yang Shuxing. He also confessed his mistakes and violations, so..."

"So Deputy Factory Director Yang won't be coming back?"

Li Xuewu frowned, looking very unhappy. Under the pressure, Sun Jianhua and Zhou Zechuan looked at each other, neither knowing what to say.

In fact, Li Xuewu's anger had been anticipated by both of them. They hadn't discussed it on the way to Steel City, but they couldn't find a good way.

Why didn't Deputy Director Gu come?

Because no matter how angry the Secretary-General was, it wasn't enough to make Deputy Director Gu come to explain in person.

But if they communicated by phone, it would seem insincere, so Deputy Director Gu simply didn't call, but instructed the Organization Work Department to arrange for someone to come to Steel City.

Since the leader had arranged it this way, Li Ziheng, manager of the Organization Work Department, naturally wouldn't come. He was the incumbent, and had a natural excuse.

Besides, this wasn't a good thing. They had suddenly investigated the Deputy Factory Director of the Steel City Metallurgical Plant without communicating with the Secretary-General in advance. It would be strange if the Secretary-General wasn't angry.

Even if this Deputy Factory Director Yang wasn't a good cookie, and the one who went to the Group to reflect on the Secretary-General's problems was him, they knew these words but couldn't say them. This was a matter of work discipline.

Even in private, these words couldn't be said. It was taboo, and it was easy to cause unnecessary misunderstandings. They all believed that the Secretary-General had channels to understand the actual situation of this matter.

So, bearing the Secretary-General's anger now, they could only resist hard, hoping that the Secretary-General's channels would pass these messages back as soon as possible.

However, they had also thought that even if the Secretary-General knew the truth, he wouldn't be satisfied with their approach. If the cadres of the Metallurgical Plant had problems, they should have contacted him first.

Zhou Zechuan had just implicitly expressed the attitude and meaning of the Supervision Office, which was that it was a work requirement, without any personal emotions, so he asked the Secretary-General not to have personal emotions involved.

"I just returned from the Group a few days ago, and I told Director Li that the Metallurgical Plant's leadership team is short of people."

Li Xuewu tidied up the documents on his desk, his tone somewhat dissatisfied, "I haven't waited for the new people here, and I've lost another person. You say—"

He threw the document he had just picked up onto the side with a "slap" and questioned the two, "What should I do now? Use one person as two?"

"This—" Sun Jianhua's forehead was clearly sweating. He kept wiping the fine sweat with a handkerchief, his eyes drifting from time to time to Zhou Zechuan on the side.

You are the specific person in charge of this case, say something! Are you mute!

Zhou Zechuan noticed the look from Deputy Manager Sun, but remained unmoved.

At this moment, the Secretary-General was in a rage. Who would dare to pick up his words? Are they looking for death?

Besides, he was a supervision cadre, not an organization or personnel cadre. What could he say at this time? Could he go back and send a few people to help?

Stop joking. Let the leader say whatever he wants. Anyway, he had already prepared himself mentally when he came. Don't fight back when hit, don't talk back when scolded, whatever happens, happens.

Those who know Li Xuewu know that this young leader almost never scolds people. He was very serious when he was in charge of security work, but since he became Secretary-General, he rarely had a serious face.

Now Li Xuewu is a Group leader, and he can't scold people on the street without class. At most, it will be unpleasant to hear, but it will definitely not contain dirty words. This is for sure.

Since he doesn't even use dirty words when scolding, then just pretend you didn't hear it, or that your ears are deaf.

Yang Shuxing really fell, and he could be considered to have gotten what he asked for. This time, he really stayed in Beijing.

Actually, thinking about it, he made such a scene at the Group Company, wasn't it just to move to another place?

If he had talked to the Group leaders properly, maybe he would have moved in a year or half a year.

With his current qualifications and ability, he was more than enough to be the executive deputy factory director of another branch factory.

Don't forget, the Metallurgical Plant was the first branch factory of the Rolling Mill, and also the largest branch factory.

A deputy factory director who walked out of here would naturally be a cut above the rest when arriving at another factory.

It's a pity, he was a bit too anxious, making Old Li very impatient, especially at this time.

The Group is about to lay out in Liaodong, and it's a time when people are needed, and it's a critical time for life. Standing up to stir up trouble at this time isn't that slapping Li Huai De's face?

The development of industrial enterprises in Liaodong by the Group and the deepening of economic and trade work all depend on Li Xuewu's strategic planning. At this time, someone jumped out to make trouble, and even went to his, Li Huai De's, office to sow discord.

Let's put it this way, if Yang Shuxing had walked out of his office like that, Li Xuewu would have been discouraged, or even quit.

Work isn't done like this, and leaders can't bully people casually, and Li Huai De even less so.

If he were familiar with the business and had enough level, maybe he would have had some confidence to raise bugs.

It's a pity, Yang Shuxing didn't grow that brain, and didn't grow those eyes, becoming a fool who hit a stone with an egg.

Yang Shuxing went to Li Huai De's office to chatter. During this process, Li Huai De was also hesitating whether to deal with him.

Li Xuewu's prestige in Liaodong and the Metallurgical Plant was already high enough, which facilitated his work in Liaodong, but also made the Group Management Committee quite wary.

In fact, as early as last year's meeting, someone proposed that all industrial enterprises in Liaodong should be directly under the management of the Group's Production Management Office.

But the situation of Liaodong industry in the Group was quite special. The Rolling Mill and some factories hadn't finished construction, and there were some new projects that urgently needed to be launched.

It wouldn't work without someone watching in Steel City. Not only was Li Huai De worried, but the Management Committee was also worried.

So they had to wait for each industrial enterprise to grow and become too big for one Group leader to manage. By then, the takeover could be completed.

For now, it could only be three years and another three years, a three-year term, to see how the situation is after three years.

Li Xuewu wanted to make a phone call to Old Li to complain, but thought better of it.

Old Li definitely didn't decide to investigate Yang Shuxing on a whim; he must have had materials in hand.

This really was guessed right by him. Old Li had such materials in hand, which were vomited out by Yin Zhongyao, but he had always been thinking about what to do.

Li Xuewu's smoothness made these cadres who had been at odds with Li Xuewu before, like Yang Shuxing, look precious. This was the main force of supervision.

However, this Yang Shuxing was too blind. It wasn't that he hadn't been to Steel City. Why didn't Yang Shuxing come up to reflect on the problems then?

Now that he felt pressure at work, he wanted to take another path, and even dared to come to the Group, daring to complain to Dong Wenxue and his office. Then what would the people below think?

This head cannot be opened casually.

If he really followed Yang Shuxing and launched an investigation into Li Xuewu, then what would Li Xuewu think?

Li Xuewu would have thoughts, and Dong Wenxue would have thoughts. By then, it would really be lively.

So since Yang Shuxing came, don't go back. Don't go back to cause trouble for Li Xuewu.

Another thing, Yang Shuxing went to Dong Wenxue to report the situation first, and then found him. Old Li had to think, whose person are you exactly?

Following the detention of Deputy Factory Director Yin Zhongyao, Deputy Factory Director Yang Shuxing was also detained. Everyone in the Metallurgical Plant agency was in danger, and every tree and shrub looked like an enemy.

Li Xuewu was angry because of this. What was a Yang Shuxing? If such a person could do things, let him do them. At worst, he could clean him up later.

With such a big fanfare to leave the person behind, the work atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was destroyed again.

This was exactly what infuriated Li Xuewu; Yang Shuxing was of no real consequence. If a person like that could get work done, he would let him do it, and if nothing else, he could just deal with him later.

But having such a thing in the middle could also be used for a while. He hadn't been in the Metallurgical Plant for long; where would he have the energy to cultivate young people and successors?

Why combine organizational and personnel changes with auditing and review work? It was to quickly complete the screening work of organization and personnel.

He didn't deny that auditing and review work would have a "one-size-fits-all" situation, causing some business cadres who actively did work to be affected because of their work.

But business cadres who don't follow order and rules—now they only make small mistakes for the sake of work, and later they will make big mistakes that cannot be saved.

Are the cadres screened out by "one-size-fits-all" good cadres?

How is this possible? However, Li Xuewu manages by looking at traces, not by looking at the heart. As long as they do work, it's fine.

If they can't even clean up their own tails, then such business cadres aren't good cadres either.

If you say they carry a little punishment, Li Xuewu doesn't care. Which business cadre doesn't carry a punishment? Who doesn't have one on them?

But disciplinary punishment cannot be had. This thing is a red line, even fiercer than sticking a label on oneself.

Li Xuewu sat in the office and worried. No need to think, there must be people discussing outside the office. He had rectified the industrial order in Liaodong and also gathered the industrial management rights of the Group in Liaodong. Now it was time to sharpen his sword.

It would be fine if he really thought so, but the key was that he didn't think so.

Coming out of the office after work, everyone he met who greeted him had a look of caution and strangeness on their faces.

You don't need to talk about Yin Zhongyao and Yang Shuxing anymore. They only saw that Li Xuewu had come, so the Metallurgical Plant had lost two deputy factory directors in succession.

Everyone greeted him properly when they saw him. Li Xuewu maintained his usual warm appearance, but his pace quickened a bit.

Even a smile would be over-interpreted. Li Xuewu even heard someone call him a "smiling tiger."

"It really shouldn't be, it really shouldn't be."

The second-floor stairs couldn't see the third-floor stairs, but in the noise, one could hear some words, especially since they were chatting quite hotly.

Li Xuewu listened while walking down the stairs, and he heard his own name.

"Think about it, Deputy Factory Director Yin didn't say a word about the Secretary-General's living situation when he went to the Group."

Someone said confidently, "Deputy Factory Director Yang suddenly said that the Secretary-General lives in a widow's house. Did he see it with his own eyes?"

"I really don't understand. A problem that even he can see, can't the Secretary-General see it?"

Someone else said amusedly, "This matter is really a bit complex. Many people know the situation, so why did he just blurt it out?"

"I think the Secretary-General has other intentions." The previous person said, "Either this is a pit, or it's intentional self-soiling."

"Whoever goes to the Group to talk about this won't work, because they can't make the Group leaders believe it. If Director Li doesn't believe it, it doesn't matter how much others say."

"I say this is a pit—"

Someone shook his head and said, "The Secretary-General dared to connect the phone of that house to the duty room. I don't believe the Secretary-General didn't prepare."

"If what you say is true—"

The previous person suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked in return, "Could this be Deputy Factory Director Yang's intention?"

"Brother, I got my graduation certificate."

Mai Qinglan happily handed her graduation certificate and work unit assignment procedures to Li Xuewu.

In fact, Mai Qinglan hadn't returned to Beijing. Shen Guodong had arranged for people to run these procedures all along.

Since there was a proper unit willing to accept her, and with Mai Qinglan's student status and graduation certificate, the school naturally chose to let her go to avoid trouble.

On the first day she received the procedures, she told Li Xuewu this good news.

In fact, Li Xuewu could have brought these procedures back when he returned to Beijing, but Mai Qinglan's school graduation procedures were not processed until early June, which delayed things for half a month.

Li Xuewu smiled and checked her graduation procedures, looking at them while she watched with expectation.

In fact, he had this thing himself; almost every university student's graduation certificate was the same.

It's a feature of the era—

However, this was what Mai Qinglan had been thinking about, and it was also her gratitude for his care back then. Coming to thank him so actively, he couldn't let his brother's wife say the words herself.

"Okay, it's good that you've graduated."

Li Xuewu smiled, tidied up the proof materials in his hand, handed them back to Mai Qinglan, and said, "Prepare yourself, and go report to the Metallurgical Plant."

"What about the child?"

Zhou Wang Yamei came out of the kitchen with fruit and asked after hearing their conversation.

Mai Qinglan put away the materials, turned to look at Zhou Wang Yamei, and explained, "Originally I wanted to send Huniu to the nursery, or hire a nanny, but my mother wouldn't have it, saying she would come to Steel City to accompany us for a year."

"Then what about your father?"

Zhou Wang Yamei put down the fruit plate, gestured for the two to take some to eat, and asked with concern, "Didn't they say your father's health isn't good either?"

"My mom talked to my dad. Both old folks are coming to Steel City." Mai Qinglan took a grape and said, "My dad will go back if he has work, and come back at other times, running back and forth. My mother will take the child back to Beijing during winter and summer vacations, trying to take care of both sides."

"I was just saying, if it really doesn't work, I'll help you find a nanny, even if it's from Beijing."

Zhou Wang Yamei ate a peach, shook her head slightly, and said, "Work is one aspect, but the child is more important."

"Don't learn from men who are workaholics, neglecting the child's education. You'll have a headache when they grow up."

"I already have a headache now."

Mai Qinglan looked at her daughter who was grabbing toys from Fu Zhidong's hands, held her forehead with her hand, and said, "As long as she sees what others are playing with, that's always the good one."

"Children are all like that—"

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled, greeted the children to come over to eat fruit, and continued to chat about family matters with Mai Qinglan.

Li Xuewu took the opportunity to read the newspaper. It was the weekend, and he was rarely enjoying a holiday.

This was because the work had been smoothed out and he was familiar with and understood every unit, otherwise, he wouldn't have had a weekend; it would have been research or overtime.

Zhou Wang Yamei knew he was off today, so she specially went to the vegetable market to buy fresh vegetables, and just happened to have Mai Qinglan bring the child over to report the good news, so she wanted to show off her skills.

Banggeng came over holding a copy of Zizhi Tongjian, pointing to the questions on it to ask Zhou Wang Yamei.

He wouldn't ask Li Xuewu, and he wouldn't dare ask Wu Shu. This was specifically instructed by Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou said that because of Wu Shu's special status and age, his view of the problems in the book would be influenced by his work environment and would be quite one-sided.

If he had questions, he must ask her, and not listen to Wu Shu's nonsense with a straight face.

What do young people learn the fastest?

Of course, it's the trendy, fashionable ones, the ones that are considered "not learning well" in traditional concepts. They learn those the fastest.

Zhou Wang Yamei recently discovered that Banggeng's tone of voice and even behavioral habits were similar to Li Xuewu's, and Fu Zhidong was also following suit, unconsciously imitating some of Li Xuewu's bad habits.

Li Xuewu read books and wrote every day, or read newspapers and took notes, which they couldn't see. They only saw his bad habits, which they regarded as a man's performance.

Zhou Wang Yamei was very annoyed and reminded Li Xuewu to pay attention to his image in front of the children.

How could Li Xuewu listen to her? He didn't listen to her at home; could he listen to her here?

For example, he liked to hide the socks he took off in the corner of the sofa... For example, he would spray water when washing his face... For example, he wouldn't wipe the washbasin after washing his face...

"Is Auntie Biao going to be a broadcaster at the radio station?" Banggeng asked Mai Qinglan curiously while asking questions, "Then can I hear your voice from the box?"

"Hahaha—" Mai Qinglan said amusedly, "It's still early. I haven't even interned yet, so how could I be a broadcaster."

"I know one broadcaster."

Banggeng tilted his head and said, "She isn't very old, and she isn't a university student either."

Saying this, he turned to look at Wu Shu and asked, "Is her name Yu Haitang?"

"What made you think of her?"

Li Xuewu said indifferently while reading the newspaper, "She's still at the radio station."

"I said it was her—"

Banggeng turned back to look at Auntie Biao and said, "Her voice is rough, it doesn't sound good at all. It doesn't sound as good as yours."

"Hehe, no matter how good I sound, I can't compare to you—"

Mai Qinglan was amused by his praise, held her teacup, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and teased, "You've become so good at talking, did your Aunt Zhou teach you?"

"I was already good at talking—"

Banggeng took the book handed over by Aunt Zhou, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I only know that one broadcaster. I really hope I can listen to your program in the future."

"There will be such a day, I'll work hard."

Mai Qinglan nodded amusedly and made a solemn promise to Banggeng.

Banggeng turned back somewhat proudly and went to the study to read.

"He really has changed—"

Mai Qinglan shook her head slightly, looked at the figure walking to the study, and sighed to Zhou Wang Yamei, "You saved this child's life. You can be considered his savior and his teacher."

"Don't talk about saviors or teachers. Just don't say he's your student if he gets into trouble later, that's enough gratitude."

Zhou Wang Yamei's requirements were quite low. She sipped her tea and said, "His heart is too wild. If he isn't properly managed, he'll cause big trouble sooner or later."

The second half of this sentence was said while looking at Li Xuewu, but Li Xuewu was reading the newspaper and didn't hear it.

Zhou Wang Yamei sighed helplessly, which made Mai Qinglan notice something.

"Are you really going to take the child back to Beijing to live?"

Mai Qinglan asked softly, "Not to mention the trouble of transferring schools, where will you live when you go back?"

"I'm not worried about where to live, it's just that it will be hard to see each other often after going back to Beijing."

Zhou Wang Yamei pulled Mai Qinglan's hand somewhat reluctantly and said, "You must come often these two months, so I won't miss you when I go back to Beijing."

"Look at what you're saying, you're just going to settle down, not that you're not coming back."

Mai Qinglan pulled her hand back and asked softly, "Do you want me to talk to Wu Ge, and you and the child just don't go?"

"Do you think he's driving us away?"

Zhou Wang Yamei glanced at Li Xuewu over there amusedly, leaned into Mai Qinglan's ear, and whispered, "We have to go. Fu Zhidong is going to learn bad habits."

"Hehe—" Mai Qinglan naturally wouldn't take her words seriously; this was just an excuse.

"It's really that we have to go."

Zhou Wang Yamei sighed and explained softly, "I have people following me whenever I go out now. If this continues, I won't feel secure living in Steel City, and he will also be affected."

"And—" She hesitated for a moment, but still explained, "I'm afraid Zhidong won't be safe."

"Who is so bold?" Mai Qinglan was surprised, "Why don't you tell Wu Ge? Are you afraid he'll be angry or—"

"Neither, he knows."

Zhou Wang Yamei shook her head slightly and explained, "But what's the use of that? Can't stop people from following, right?"

"Besides, if no one follows me, how can he catch mice?"

After saying this, she patted Mai Qinglan's hand lightly, stood up, and said, "You sit for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to cut the meat, it'll be ready in a while."

Mai Qinglan wanted to get up to help, but was refused by Zhou Wang Yamei, who only let her continue drinking tea.

Looking at the teacup on the coffee table, then looking at Brother Li reading the newspaper over there, Mai Qinglan fell into deep thought.

Are all men the same?

"Why did you call me here?"

Li Xuewu moved the receiver away from his ear, looked at it carefully, and his expression was one of disbelief.

It was as if he could see the operator from the receiver and could pull her out to have a fight.

"Who else can I find? I can only call you." Zhao Yufeng said frankly and said amusedly, "This is also an opportunity for the Group."

"Even if it's an opportunity, you should talk to Deputy Director Cheng or Deputy Director Gao."

Li Xuewu held the receiver in one hand and the fountain pen in the other, continuing to approve documents, not delaying either.

"Deputy Director Cheng is the leader in charge of industrial production and the Group's three industries. Deputy Director Gao is the leader in charge of economic construction and industrial mergers."

He said amusedly, "What's the meaning of calling me? Can you move the pharmaceutical factory to Steel City?"

"I'll remind you, there's no room for pharmaceutical companies to survive here. Going to Jicheng is fine."

"I'm just connecting the lines!"

Zhao Yufeng on the other side of the phone said with a smile, "The Traditional Chinese Medicine Production Factory is an enterprise I watched being supported with my own eyes. It's a pity to just give it up."

Zhao Yufeng called Li Xuewu for what?

One goal: to save the Traditional Chinese Medicine Production Factory belonging to the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.

"This factory was begged for by our old dean from above, and it has always been the pillar of our hospital. It was a treasure back then."

"How precious it was back then, that's how miserable it is now, right?"

Li Xuewu wasn't speaking sarcastically, but stating a fact, a fact that even Zhao Yufeng had to admit.

"Sigh—" A long sigh came from the other end of the phone, "In fact, they even proposed to install new equipment in '65, but now it has suddenly collapsed."

"First, it's poor management and policy-based losses, and second, the higher-ups are unwilling to invest."

This was indeed true, because Li Xuewu knew the current economic investment environment very well.

Let's put it this way, even banks don't actively invest, and are even unwilling to invest.

Economic flow is very slow, which doesn't conform to the laws of economic development, but the fact is just like that, and no one can do anything about it.

What the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital is suffering from is not just the problems of the era, but also the laws of natural evolution.

Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospitals eat the old doctors, the good doctors with exquisite medical skills.

But the result...

Now Li Xuecai can go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and show off his skills. It can be seen that there are no tigers in the mountains.

Of course, Li Xuecai had the opportunity to show off his skills in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital because Li Shun worked in the unit, and also because Li Xuecai had been interning at the hospital for nearly a year and had already had some practical experience.

He was stronger than all his classmates, stronger in practical experience, and stronger in family inheritance.

Other classmates' studies had been severely wasted these years, but he wasn't. Either he was following his father to learn on the mountain, or he was interning at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital after going down the mountain.

Zhao Yufeng's son Zhao Xia was ruined, but Li Xuecai's innocent and honest personality was protected by his family, and he graduated happily.

Zhao Yufeng had feelings for Li Xuewu and the Li Xuecai brothers. It was the memory and regret for his lost son.

Every time he saw Li Xuewu, he would think of his caution and brotherhood.

Every time he saw Li Xuecai, he would think of how good it would have been if Zhao Xia had such an older brother.

It's a pity, it's a pity—

"What else does this pharmaceutical factory have?"

Li Xuewu asked suspiciously, "If it's Chinese patent medicine or decoctions, I think the Group won't invest repeatedly. You know, the food and drug processing factory has introduced quite a few advanced foreign equipment."

"How can that equipment compare to the old workshop—" Zhao Yufeng explained seriously, "Let me tell you this, with the same medicinal materials and the same dosage, mechanical production and human production have two different medicinal effects. Do you believe it?"

He said very earnestly on the phone, "I don't oppose the Hundred Herbs Hall Pharmaceutical Industry introducing advanced technology to manufacture cheap drugs in large quantities, but—"

"Hmm, you mean to preserve the essence of traditional Chinese medicine craftsmanship?"

Li Xuewu interrupted him and raised his eyebrows, asking, "You just want to build a handmade medicine brand, right?"

"I do have this idea."

Zhao Yufeng sighed bitterly, "Just as you said, the Group is unwilling to invest repeatedly."

"I understand what you mean."

Li Xuewu thought for a moment and said on the phone, "I'll give you news later."

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Zhao Yufeng said with a smile, "When you return to Beijing, let's get together."

"Getting together is easy." Li Xuewu specifically asked one last question, "Are the prescriptions of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Production Factory public or confidential? How many are there? Do they belong to the pharmaceutical factory or the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Zhao Yufeng's question had no emotion, just intuitive surprise.

Li Xuewu smiled and said, "Nothing, just asking. Otherwise, it's hard to talk."

"I know, it's confidential, right."

Zhao Yufeng sighed deeply and said, "I actually hope these prescriptions can be made public. Being able to save more people is a good deed."

"It's a pity that fewer and fewer students are learning traditional Chinese medicine and traditional Chinese medicine pharmacology."

He complained on the phone, "Students are all going to study industry, metallurgy, and engineering. Who else will support the domestic medical aid system?"

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to Zhao Yufeng's complaints. After ending the call, he thought about it and called Zhang Songying.

Zhang Songying was the Vice President of the Red Star Hundred Herbs Hall United Pharmaceutical General Company, the General Manager of the Yazi Pharmaceutical Cosmetics Sales Branch, and also the Deputy Factory Director of the Food and Drug Manufacturing Factory. With multiple titles and multiple responsibilities.

For the past half year, or even more than a year, the two had had very little contact. Li Xuewu had no time, and she had no opportunity, as if they were strangers.

Suddenly hearing Li Xuewu's voice, she was quite pleasantly surprised. If she hadn't been in the office and it hadn't been inconvenient on the phone, she would have laughed out loud.

"Find out about the situation of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital's pharmaceutical factory and write a report for me."

Li Xuewu instructed on the phone, "It's best to be detailed. I don't know much about this."

"Did Director Zhao come to you to plead for mercy?"

Zhang Songying was quite clear about the channels within the Group and raised her eyebrows, saying, "This project was killed by Deputy Director Jing. There's almost no possibility of coming back to life. I advise you not to waste your effort."

"This can be discussed slowly." Li Xuewu instructed, "You should carefully investigate how many prescriptions the pharmaceutical factory has in hand, how many are special drugs, and which are independently produced drugs. Be careful."

"You mean—" Zhang Songying put away her joking tone and asked seriously, "Can we get precious prescriptions from the pharmaceutical factory?"

"You can try. I think it's possible." Li Xuewu said frankly, "According to Director Zhao, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital also produced beauty and nourishing drugs, which were contributed by imperial physician families, but they stopped producing them later. For you, this is a treasure."

"Is my only treasure work?"

Zhang Songying complained with a double entendre. Li Xuewu couldn't handle it and hung up the phone after saying a few words.

Hoeing the crops at noon, why spit on the dry land!

The Traditional Chinese Medicine Production Factory couldn't operate anymore. This didn't exist in the era of planned production.

But the pharmaceutical factory belonged to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, and the hospital itself was financially tight. The separation of revenue and expenditure made the hospital's accounts follow the policies—good when policies were good, bad when policies were bad.

Economic construction requires a large amount of capital investment to stimulate the market. Where does this money come from?

Tighten your belt and live your life.

Li Xuewu's idea was very simple. No matter who killed this project, as long as there was profit to be made, there was a possibility of coming back to life.

Another thing, even if this project was completely killed, it was still possible to scrape some benefits.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. If the Group could pull a hand during the process of the pharmaceutical factory's collapse, even if it couldn't completely solve the survival problem, it could justifiably preserve precious intangible assets.

Zhang Songying's current work focus was to excavate the parts of traditional formulas that met beauty and nourishing standards. If they could be realized for production, that would be the best.

The Food and Drug Manufacturing Factory was still doing processing production with the pharmaceutical cosmetics formulas from Hong Kong.

With orders provided by Watsons, the production capacity in the mainland was higher and more stable than the pharmaceutical factory in Hong Kong.

The Chinese herbal medicine ingredients from Hong Kong's pharmaceutical factory were becoming a new password for Hong Kong women to stay young.

Of course, for women to maintain youth and vitality, relying solely on Chinese herbal beauty preparations wasn't enough. Men needed these even more to keep their women youthful and vibrant.

So, in the Group General Manager's office, what exactly were the small pills Old Li was eating? ===== CHAPTER 1426 =====

The orders provided by Watsons had higher and more stable production capacity on the mainland than the pharmaceutical factories in Hong Kong.

The main raw materials for Hong Kong's pharmaceutical factories still came from the mainland, and herbal ingredients were becoming the new secret code for Hong Kong women to maintain their youthful appearance.

Of course, for women to maintain their youth and vitality, relying solely on herbal beauty preparations was not enough; men needed these even more than women to keep their own women youthful and vibrant.

So, in the Group General Manager's office, what exactly were the little pills that Old Li was taking?