Chapter 1428: Looks Festive

"What's wrong with the Executive Deputy Factory Director?" Li Haiyang glanced at his secretary, Xiao Chen, and said lightly, "With the Secretary-General in the Metallurgical Plant, everyone is just here to work."

This was absolutely correct. Xiao Chen had deliberately mentioned the gossip in the office to curry favor and please him, but he hadn't expected Deputy Factory Director Li to be so clear-headed.

He had to be clear-headed; the Secretary-General was like a great mountain pressing down on the hearts of everyone in the Metallurgical Plant.

The division of labor meeting was over. The Executive Deputy Factory Director, who had been discussed and anticipated for a long time in the office, had finally been settled. Everyone was surprised and had doubts, but no one could find a suitable reason to question Deputy Factory Director Yang's ability.

Deputy Factory Director Yang had been working in Steel City for three years and had always served as the Deputy Factory Director of the Metallurgical Plant (Steelmaking Plant).

He had been in charge of supervision, security, production safety, and other work, and had also taken over production business work; he could be called a versatile person in the industrial enterprise management team.

After the Secretary-General came to the Steel City Metallurgical Plant to take office, Deputy Factory Director Yang had no acts of non-cooperation. There might have been some attitude in the early stage of running-in, but it was all very normal.

From March to May, the work and tasks of the Metallurgical Plant were heavy. It was Deputy Factory Director Yang who, together with Deputy Factory Director Li, undertook the auxiliary work of the Secretary-General.

Especially during the period when the Secretary-General returned to the capital for meetings, much of the factory's work was handled through consultation between Deputy Factory Director Yang and Deputy Factory Director Li.

At that time, everyone guessed more that the Secretary-General had a belly that could hold a boat, daring to use Deputy Factory Director Yang.

Everyone also guessed that the Secretary-General's intention was to use Deputy Factory Director Yang to support Deputy Factory Director Li, helping him onto the horse and sending him a journey.

Never expected that the person the Secretary-General favored was actually Yang, who had once had conflicts.

Actually, thinking about it, it was also true. Deputy Factory Director Li was in charge of personnel work and couldn't serve as the Executive Deputy Factory Director.

Furthermore, his age, qualifications, and work achievements couldn't convince the public; he had been in Steel City for too short a time.

Conversely, Deputy Factory Director Yang possessed these key factors that he lacked, so after the relevant appointment was announced, everyone discussed it, but it didn't form much of a storm.

On the contrary, Yang Zongfang specifically exhorted his secretary that he must not get carried away.

Just as Li Haiyang said, with Li Xuewu, the Secretary-General of the Group, sitting in the Metallurgical Plant, he, this Executive Deputy, had only advanced because the Secretary-General nodded; where did he have the power to arm-wrestle with the Secretary-General?

If his secretary dared to get carried away and bare his fangs and claws, let alone Li Xuewu being annoyed, he himself would become a laughingstock in the factory.

Nonsense, everyone is doing things low-key; if you are high-key, if people don't watch you as a joke, who will they watch?

Furthermore, what kind of style was the Secretary-General's secretary, Zhang Enyuan? Everyone's secretaries just needed to learn from him.

You can see the quality of the leader from the character of the secretary. If the leader doesn't allow it, how would the secretary dare to be rampant?

Therefore, the division of labor meeting was over, but it caused a ripple below. There was no change in the team of deputy factory directors; everyone worked as they should.

Yang Zongfang was one of the only two remaining members of the original Metallurgical Plant team. Wang Shuqiong and Liu Yongnian didn't count; they hadn't been there long. The other one was Dou Changfang.

This old brother wanted to show off, especially when Yin Zhongyao ran to the Group Company in a flurry; he had even thought about making waves.

It was just that he had experienced too much and had seen Li Xuewu's methods with his own eyes, so he had been slow to act, always waiting for Yin Zhongyao's good news of victory.

Hmm, the news arrived, but unfortunately, it gave him a fright.

After Yin Zhongyao had an accident, Yang Shuxing wanted to jump; unfortunately, it hadn't even been a month, and Old Yang also went in.

You tell me, where did Dou Changfang have the guts to stand up and speak? He was now even more obedient than Xiong Bencheng.

Old Xiong still had some ambition; he didn't submit to Li Huai De's tyranny, but he could also see Li Huai De's glory, so he chose to avoid the edge, but he didn't cooperate with Li Huai De either.

So as soon as Li Huai De put on a cold face, he simply went to the hospital. Whenever Li Huai De had an important meeting, he had to ask his secretary to go to the hospital and beg him to come out to attend.

Of course, it was impossible for Li Huai De to beg him; previously, Li Haiyang had done this work.

Every time Li Haiyang went to beg him, Old Xiong would be reserved for a while before coming out to attend the meeting. After the meeting, he would go home to rest for a while, while watching Li Huai De make trouble.

Once Old Li got tired of him, he would go to the hospital to soak in the sick ward again, repeating this cycle, not afraid of trouble.

Old Xiong had made up his mind; anyway, he was about to retire, so why should he be a pawn for Li Huai De?

Anyone who understands the workplace knows what kind of people in the office are the hardest to provoke: those who are about to retire.

They would drink big wine, hold a thermos, go to the leader's room to nag and scold for an afternoon, calling the leader "Little Wang" or "Little Li," with no sense of hierarchy.

You say such people are annoying, but the leaders can't do anything about them, so they can only hide and coax them.

Xiong Bencheng was in this state of mind. The only purpose of his insistence on going to work now was to see when Li Huai De would die.

Li Huai De's actions—others might not know, but could he not know?

The glory of the Red Star Steel Group didn't represent personal glory, just like the supervisory department. Do you think it's very glorious to work in the supervisory department? You're very wrong.

Don't mistake the prestige of the department for your own prestige; prestige also belongs to the top leader of the supervisory department.

As the General Manager of the Red Star Steel Group, Li Huai De was also roasting on the fire. Taking one wrong step meant eternal damnation, and he couldn't escape death.

Xiong Bencheng had no desires and was strong; he just wanted to watch the show.

Dou Changfang couldn't; he was still thinking that one day when power was in his hands, Li Xuewu would be a dog in front of him.

With such thoughts, look at his performance: he not only cooperated with Li Xuewu's work everywhere but also actively held activities in the labor union to promote the factory's good policies.

Let's put it this way: you couldn't find a more motivated labor union person in the entire group than Dou Changfang.

Some people watched him as a joke; at an age about to retire to the second line, he was still working as hard as a twenty-something-year-old young man. What was he aiming for?

Yes, what was he aiming for?

Just like that, Yang Zongfang, who served as the Executive Deputy Factory Director, didn't float; Li Haiyang, who seemed to be lagging behind, didn't get annoyed; the other deputy factory directors performed their own duties; only Dou Changfang was anxious. He was even more floating than Yang Zongfang and even more annoyed than Li Haiyang.

The three new deputy factory-level leaders had just taken over their work, and listening to the secretary's report, they were just waiting to watch the show.

Work is like this; it's never finished. Real work only occupied 35% of their working time.

Someone said, how come it's only 35%?

Actually, being able to reach 35% work efficiency during working hours is considered high.

Have you heard a jingle: a cup of tea, a cigarette, a newspaper for a whole day.

Don't always say there are bad people among the masses; there are also people who say the eyes of the masses are sharp—

Real work only occupied 35% of working time, so what did the remaining 65% do?

Besides communication, coordination, learning, eating, drinking water, traveling, going to the bathroom, etc., there was also gossiping.

In the countryside, it's called "pulling the wife's tongue," and in the office, it's called "holding small meetings," commonly known as "pulling idle eggs."

With Dou Changfang as a laughingstock, everyone was happy to talk and laugh, praising him for being young and promising and working seriously.

"Mom—I'm back!"

Fu Zhidong ran into the courtyard with his schoolbag, pushed open the door, and shouted excitedly, "My final exam results are out!"

"Is that so? How many points did you get?"

Zhou Wang Yamei leaned back slightly, looked from the kitchen toward the living room at her son, and asked with a smile, "Let me guess?"

"Hmm hmm—" Fu Zhidong nodded vigorously, both proud and expectant, and then stared at his mother, wanting to get the answer from his mother's mouth quickly.

He was afraid that his mother would guess right immediately, losing the suspense, and he was also afraid that his mother would guess too low, losing the fun.

Zhou Wang Yamei naturally had to cooperate with her son's performance, pretending to think deeply and saying, "Looking at your performance and efforts this semester, then I guess... 195 points?"

"No—" Fu Zhidong was quite satisfied with this answer, which was him in his mother's heart, but this wasn't the correct answer. He smiled and shook his head in denial.

Bang Geng stood at the door of his room, looking at Fu Zhidong's childish performance, and the corners of his mouth were about to reach the sky.

He really wanted to say: Hmph! Naive—

If it wasn't naive, what was it? He had never actively shared his final exam results with his mother when he was young. Until the last day, the last night, the last hour, he wouldn't let his mother know how many points he had scored.

Of course, he had never seen the expression on his mother's face when she learned his exam score, because every time this happened, he would hide and didn't plan to go home.

In other words, running away from home wasn't the first time for him; it happened every final exam.

With Fu Zhidong's performance, he would be despised in his class. Stinky good student, what's there to show off?

"Is it—198 points?"

Zhou Wang Yamei naturally understood the principle of gradual progress. When saying this answer, her eyes already carried a look of satisfaction and surprise.

"Wrong again! It's 200 points!"

Fu Zhidong took the test paper out of his schoolbag, too excited to wait for his mother to say the correct answer, and held it up for his mother to see, with the 100 written in red fountain pen ink on it.

"Both Chinese and Math are 100 points!"

"Wow! Both are actually 100 points!"

Zhou Wang Yamei gave a surprised expression at the right time, looked at her son with admiration, and coaxed Fu Zhidong so much that he wished school would start immediately so he could score another 200 points for his mother.

I want to do ten sets of papers! Ten sets!

"Pfft—" Bang Geng finally couldn't help it, snorted disdainfully, and turned to mop the floor.

At this time, Fu Zhidong was sensitive, turned his head to look at Bang Geng, and asked, "Are you unconvinced?"

He asked with his neck slightly tilted, "Have you ever scored 200 points?"

"200 points, what's that? Easy."

Bang Geng really dared to say it. At this moment, he stared at Fu Zhidong and said, "I've even scored 210 points!"

"Ah! Then how did you score 210 points?"

Fu Zhidong was completely stupid. He couldn't imagine how Bang Geng scored 210 points on a paper with two subjects, Chinese and Math, totaling two hundred points?

Was it ten points added for neatness?

Or ten points added for excellent performance?

Or was it that the questions were done too well?

He couldn't think of it, really couldn't think of it. The two 100-point papers in his hand instantly didn't smell good.

"Just tell me—"

Fu Zhidong liked to study; this was the advantage he was most respected and liked for by classmates and teachers in the class.

Now that someone was even more powerful than him, he naturally wanted to humbly ask for advice and learn.

Zhou Wang Yamei had already heard the conversation between the two in the kitchen. She wasn't annoyed by Bang Geng's bluffing, only feeling helpless for her son's innocence.

Fu Zhidong was just too simple.

"Want to score 210 points? That's not simple?"

Bang Geng glanced at Fu Zhidong with great disdain, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'm in junior high school; what's difficult about scoring 210 points in six subjects? Even with my eyes closed, it's fine!"

"You—" Fu Zhidong was stupid; he didn't know how to say the cursing words.

I scored 200 points in two subjects, and you scored 210 points in six subjects and are pretending with me!

The average for one subject isn't even 40 points, and you're still saying you took it with your eyes closed? You must have written the paper with your toes!

If you talk about it, Bang Geng's academic performance was actually okay when he was young; after all, he ate the best in their family.

This child didn't lack nutrition, so his intelligence developed early. You can see it from his cleverness in being naughty.

When he was in the second grade of primary school, although he didn't score double hundreds, he scored 98 or 99.

With this score, he was considered one of the top few in the class, and he was naturally very happy as a child.

It was just that when he took the paper home to report to his mother, his mother wasn't very happy, only asking him where the 2 points and 1 point for those two subjects were lost, and telling him that if he didn't lose these 3 points next time, it would be a double hundred.

Was there anything wrong with this?

It was very normal for adults; everyone knew the mother was doing it for his own good, urging him to work harder.

But Bang Geng was just an 8-year-old child like Fu Zhidong at that time; what judgment could he have?

Bang Geng, who had long been determined to be the head of the family, had his rebellious period come particularly early. Seeing his mother say this, he was even more frustrated and disappointed.

Lu Xun said, "The house leaks and it rains, the boat breaks and meets the headwind."

His mother had just finished emphasizing to him that the 3 points shouldn't have been lost, and his grandmother helped out, saying he was clever, and this time he scored 197, next time he could score 297.

Bang Geng was even angrier when he heard this. I took two subjects, I lost 3 points and haven't found them yet, and you added another hundred for me. I'm not studying anymore, okay!

As a result, the little ancestor of the Jia family, who had been praised since childhood, became tired of studying. The more he didn't study well, the more anxious his mother became. The more anxious Qin Huairu became, the more she beat Bang Geng, and the more Bang Geng didn't study.

In the end, when she wanted to manage him, Jia Zhangshi became even worse in protecting her grandson, and Bang Geng really couldn't be managed.

If it weren't for Li Xuewu, Bang Geng would have to mix in the house for a few years and then go to the countryside to farm.

Look at him now, blowing cowhide and having leisure time to tease children and gossip; that's because Li Xuewu is taking care of him.

Not to mention anything else, is it easy to raise a half-grown boy? Just eating is enough to make people difficult.

Furthermore, with Zhou Wang Yamei, a teacher like this, teaching and guiding, it's only right for Qin Huairu to be a cow and a horse for him.

Of course, things like being a cow and a horse might have already happened, which is why Bang Geng is who he is today.

"You can blow cowhide so well, why are you still staying on the ground?" Fu Zhidong thought for a long time before puffing up his cheeks and glaring at him, "How good the sky is."

"Hmph—I just can't stand your smug look!" Bang Geng wasn't a good cake either; he said he was thirteen or fourteen, but actually, he was no different from a child.

The two often bickered, one eight years old, one fourteen; you say there's a time when this family is quiet?

When Li Xuewu arrived home, the two were still arguing about this matter, and Zhou Wang Yamei didn't mean to manage them.

Having Bang Geng, this reckless person, at home, made Fu Zhidong have some of the recklessness a boy should have.

Zhou Wang Yamei had always believed that boys should have some tenacity and tenacity, and fighting could exercise people.

It's a pity that Fu Zhidong, who had been at home with her since childhood, was soft and weak, either reading books or sitting there in a daze.

He rarely ran wildly on the street like other children; it was much better after Bang Geng came.

Li Xuewu teased the children, taking them both for a run every morning to exercise their bodies and activate their bodies and minds.

The biggest harvest and change for Fu Zhidong this semester wasn't those two 100 points. In Zhou Wang Yamei's view, it was that he dared to argue with his peers and dared to quarrel.

A boy who doesn't dare to move his hands is still a good boy?

However, parents can't teach this kind of thing; even Li Xuewu can't teach children to fight.

It can only be led by older brothers. Who let Fu Zhidong have no older brother? Bang Geng came just right.

This kid didn't learn anything else at school; quarreling and scolding people was his specialty, and moving his hands was even more of a leader.

Although Bang Geng was only fourteen, he knew the depth and wouldn't move his hands against Fu Zhidong. What did Zhou Wang Yamei have to worry about?

So let them quarrel; they can only quarrel for a few more days.

"You're back, tired, right."

Zhou Wang Yamei heard the movement at the door, poked her head out from the kitchen, and said, "The meal will be ready soon."

"No hurry, go change your clothes first."

Li Xuewu glanced at the two children like fighting cocks in the living room, smiled, and explained, "I went for research today, my clothes are dirty, and I'm covered in sweat. It's comfortable to wash."

"Hot water is ready-made, and clothes are on the rack." Zhou Wang Yamei exhorted in detail, "After using the bath towel, hang it up, don't pile it on one side."

Why did she become so nagging? Was she tired of taking care of Li Xuewu?

No. Fu Zhidong's final exam was over, and it was time for her to mention to Li Xuewu that she wanted to take her son to the capital and arrange for Fu Zhidong to transfer to the United School.

Li Xuewu didn't care about her agreement with Gu Ning, but she cared, and she had to comply.

Anyone could look down on her, but she couldn't let Gu Ning say she wasn't good; she had to be conscious.

Li Xuewu knew her thoughts and could only let her be, not paying much attention to her exhortations before leaving.

Living by oneself?

That would turn this home into a pigsty. Where would he have time to do housework? If Zhou Wang Yamei dared to take the child away, he would dare to find a nanny to serve him.

Doing housework is impossible; he won't do it for a day. He would rather hire someone to do it.

Zhou Wang Yamei didn't seem to have made up her mind either. Leaving is a must, but what about him?

Actually, with Li Xuewu's identity, the Metallurgical Plant had already arranged the best room in the reception center, with food, clothing, housing, and transportation all meticulously arranged, more comfortable than at her home.

But why wouldn't he want to go? Is it because he's afraid someone in the reception center... afraid of repeating Dong Wenxue's mistakes?

This is possible. When Dong Wenxue was just the factory director of the Metallurgical Plant, someone had ulterior motives.

With Li Xuewu's current identity, it's possible for someone to sneak into his room when he's not paying attention to play shamelessly or force him.

She doesn't trust those little bitches, and even less trusts a man's self-control, even if his name is Li Xuewu.

"Are you really not planning to go back to the factory to live?"

The night was deep. Zhou Wang Yamei, who had just finished cleaning up, went upstairs to check on her son before returning to the master bedroom.

Li Xuewu was still reading. He paid more attention to learning here than in the capital and had his own time.

Serving as Secretary-General in the group was truly as busy as a housekeeper; even when he went home, he didn't have much time to read.

But it's different here. Fu Zhidong is sensible and won't pester him too much, and the identity of the person in charge of Liaodong industry is a work of grasping the main points; it's easy once he's familiar with it.

So the books Li Xuewu had read in the past half-year were already piled up in a corner of the wall, right in the bedroom.

Some people like to build bookshelves in the study and put their treasured classics on high shelves, while others like to read books but don't like to collect them; books are for reading.

Li Xuewu is the latter. Even in the capital, the habits of the couple are the same.

A fixed job for Er Ya was to put the books from the couple's bedroom onto the bookshelf every month.

If she didn't clean up, the books she finished reading could be piled under the bed. Anyway, after reading them, she had learned them, no need to read them again.

"Are you really planning to go back to the capital to live?"

Li Xuewu answered Zhou Wang Yamei's question with a question, which was a bit tit-for-tat.

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him and sighed helplessly, saying, "Don't force me anymore."

"If you want to go back, go back. The house is ready-made, and it has been renovated for quite a while."

Li Xuewu rarely let out a breath, looked at the book page in his hand, and said, "If you lack anything, arrange it with Guodong; let him arrange it for you, buy what should be bought."

"You just know how to tease me—"

Zhou Wang Yamei had already wiped her tears. She had watched Li Xuewu's face all night, and it was clearly scared.

Li Xuewu also let out a long breath and said, "If you don't want to stay, can I still force you to stay?"

"Go, living in the capital is better than in Steel City, especially better for Zhidong."

He raised his head, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and said, "Gu Ning said to let you live at home, depending on your willingness."

"If you don't want to, go home more often. She is lonely at home alone, with no one to talk to."

"Hmm, I will go see her."

Zhou Wang Yamei lowered her eyebrows and hung her head, saying, "She treats me better than anyone I could think of."

"Are you speaking in tongue twisters?"

Li Xuewu looked at her amusedly and asked, "Is the work here all arranged?"

"Hmm, almost." Zhou Wang Yamei sniffed and raised her head to look at him, saying, "I will try to come back every two weeks."

"Stay for fourteen days at a time?" Li Xuewu smiled and hooked her chin, saying, "Hiding from me, right?"

He returns to the capital every two weeks, which is a vacation. Zhou Wang Yamei saying this clearly means she wants to stagger with him.

Playing "King doesn't see King" with him?

Quite fashionable!

"It's not to hide from you; if I wanted to hide from you, I wouldn't go to the capital."

Zhou Wang Yamei held his hand and said, "Really, I am already very satisfied now. If I push my luck, I'm afraid I'll lose even what I have now."

"Don't treat me too well, so I won't be able to leave you, and I can't help but breed greed in my heart."

Zhou Wang Yamei lowered her head, as if acting in a Qiong Yao drama. Deep love, heavy rain?

Li Xuewu looked at her amusedly and asked, "When did you become so sentimental?"

"In my impression, you have always been mature, steady, and generous."

He pointed to Zhou Wang Yamei's eyes and said, "When seeing you wearing gold-rimmed glasses, Yu Zhe didn't dare to look at you straight."

"Your driver is even more lecherous than you—"

Zhou Wang Yamei's sensibility was completely broken by him. At this moment, she couldn't say those words in her heart anymore.

Li Xuewu didn't want to listen to her sentimental words either. He didn't believe what men said, let alone women in the throes of emotion.

At this time, he had to coax Zhou Wang Yamei; she would be willing to go to the sky to pick the moon for him.

Even if she couldn't pick the moon, she would be willing to do that, but he wasn't willing to do so.

"I'm thinking, what will you do after I leave." Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him and asked, "Do you want me to find someone to do housework at home?"

"Forget it, it's not safe."

Li Xuewu wouldn't eat food made by someone he didn't know; the canteen is another matter.

Even if there is revenge from enemies, they wouldn't use a factory of people to be buried with him.

Big pot rice won't have accidents, but home-cooked meals might not be certain. What kind of relationships can Zhou Wang Yamei have to take care of people?

Zhou Ziqiang's sister, Zhou Er Ya, could enter his home because everyone in their village, men, women, old, and young, relied on him for a living. Killing him wouldn't do them any good.

Especially after Zhang Wanhe died, Li Xuewu cared even more about their village. Second Uncle could say a word in forestry, which could improve their quality of life by more than one level.

Li Xuewu put the book in his hand aside, looked at the worried Zhou Wang Yamei, and said, "Me, you don't need to worry about. Eating is in the factory, and resting is when I get home."

"You don't need to worry about housework either; I will arrange for the staff of the reception center to come and clean up."

He pointed in the direction downstairs and said, "Now the only thing you should consider is what to do with that kid."

"Which kid? Are you talking about Bang Geng?"

Zhou Wang Yamei widened her eyes and emphasized, "He was brought by you, so naturally, he should be taken care of by you."

She was just angry that Li Xuewu decided to let Bang Geng live at home without discussing it with her. Now she was complaining, and none of her words were sincere.

Li Xuewu could naturally see it, smiled, and said, "He was brought by me, but he was raised by you, so he belongs to you."

"How can you be so shameless—"

Zhou Wang Yamei hammered him amusedly. The two sat there discussing their future life, as if a couple about to divorce deciding who the child belongs to.

She was amused and angry. Bang Geng was her student, so naturally, she had to take care of him, but there was no need to take him to live together.

Furthermore, Li Xuewu brought the child out. She didn't know what promises he made to the parents, but he threw them all to her, and he himself acted as a hands-off shopkeeper.

"I don't want it, let him follow you."

Zhou Wang Yamei teased, "See how you two live at home; don't you both think I'm nagging?"

"It's me who thinks you're nagging, Bang Geng doesn't."

To throw the pot, Li Xuewu didn't even hesitate to disparage himself. He looked at Zhou Wang Yamei and emphasized, "This is a good child; it's a pity if you miss him."

"Do you feel guilty saying this?"

Zhou Wang Yamei glared at Li Xuewu and said, "If I don't watch him, how will you explain to Qin Huairu when you go back?"

"Isn't it just right now—"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and said, "Your home is not far from Qin Huairu's home; when you see her, talk to her properly."

"Am I asking for her credit?"

Zhou Wang Yamei pushed him and said, "Move to the side, I can't lie down anymore."

"What are you lying down for, sit up..."

"How is the car production line?"

Li Xuewu raised his head to look at Lu Yuanshen opposite him and said, "How much longer until production?"

"This really can't be rushed, and I can't say the specific time."

Lu Yuanshen was absolutely not deliberately shirking. At this moment, he explained seriously, "All data must be adjusted, one process after another, and only when it is completely qualified can trial production begin."

"After all, it's a production line we built ourselves, and the technology side still has some ideas, wanting to apply the experience summarized in the past, so it will delay some time."

He looked at the notebook in his hand and continued to report: "However, it can't be later than March next year, and it won't delay the production of the Aries."

"How is the production and sales situation of the second-generation Hongxing Lingyang?" Li Xuewu nodded, agreeing with his explanation, and asked about the star product of Steel Auto.

Red Star Hongxing Lingyang, it had already become the strongest competitor of Beijing Auto 212.

Especially after the Tan Tu car made a shining appearance in the north, the pressure on the Beijing Auto R&D team was particularly great.

Li Xuewu had already heard that those few Tan Tu experimental models had flowed into the hands of Beijing Auto. As for how they flowed over, he didn't want to waste effort investigating; he just needed to determine that the other party couldn't build this car.

How much technological content can a car have? As long as it's a car enterprise, it has the ability to copy. The key is whether it's worth copying; can they do loss-making things?

"The quality feedback of the second-generation Hongxing Lingyang is much better than the first generation, especially with the first generation as a comparison."

Lu Yuanshen reported with a smile, "From the sales data, the foundation laid by the first-generation Hongxing Lingyang is very solid, and the quality verification is reflected in the second-generation sales."

"When the quality is significantly better than the first generation and there is a sufficiently eye-catching performance, the explosion of sales potential is a matter of course."

"You are quite confident." Li Xuewu looked at him and asked, "If Director Li asks you if the second-generation Hongxing Lingyang can kill the 212, how do you want to answer?"

"Heh heh—" Lu Yuanshen smiled helplessly, raised his hand to signal, and said, "Why don't you answer?"

"I answer? But there must be a goal."

Li Xuewu scanned the documents in front of him and said, "Our Hongxing Lingyang is upgrading, and others' 212 is also constantly improving. You must have a sense of crisis."

"I heard, Beijing Auto's move this time is very big." Lu Yuanshen nodded and said seriously, "It's impossible to say there's no stimulation from us, but I didn't expect the stimulation of the second-generation Hongxing Lingyang to be so great for them."

"Multiple factors superimposed." Li Xuewu picked up the teacup and took a sip, explaining, "News from Beijing Second Auto says that the 212 has long had an improvement plan, but this time the plan was advanced. Your guess is reasonable."

"However, you must be vigilant. The R&D progress of Tan Tu and Cruiser must be accelerated."

He put down the cup in his hand and specially reminded, "I can give you time, but competitors won't give you time. Director Li can't afford to lose this face."

Does this count as a warning?

It definitely counts. The previous sentence was just a reminder, and the latter sentence was a real warning.

Director Li would absolutely not allow people who lost his face to take on heavy responsibilities again.

And for the group, Steel Auto is a heavy responsibility.

While the two were talking, Zhang Jing and Sun Jia appeared at the office door. Seeing him nod, they walked in together.

"Hello, Factory Director Lu—" The two greeted together before looking at Li Xuewu.

Zhang Jing said first, "The group sent news, asking us to organize construction activities. Later, the General Manager's Office will call for policy response in the name of Director Li in the entire group and start the organization and organization construction activities."

"When did this happen?" Li Xuewu's eyebrows moved, and he took the notice from Zhang Jing's hand and read it.

Lu Yuanshen was also surprised by this news and couldn't help but observe Li Xuewu's expression.

What was he looking at?

It was to see if this was a good thing or trouble.

Fortunately, he couldn't see any expression change on Li Xuewu's face, which meant he couldn't see anything.

Not seeing it is fortunate?

Of course, whether it's good or bad, it's not a good thing for him.

Business work is already a lot, and now adding organizational work, activities can't be finished in a day or two, and they have to be combined with business activities to unfold.

This decision really wasn't made by Old Li; there is a policy from above, and it's the latest issued one.

Old Li's sense of smell is sharp enough to discover problems in time, so he made the decision without notifying him.

But there is one condition: organizational members must go through personal application, mass appraisal, and organizational approval to restore organizational life.

What is Li Huai De's call?

Carry out organizational construction activities in the entire group. Carry out the (personal application, mass appraisal, organizational approval) procedure in the form of post work evaluation and mass recommendation.

It's Old Li after all; he has already learned his three axes, and everything can be relied on business work.

What else is there to worry about? The group's current thinking is very unified: development is the hard truth.

On July 8th, the Red Flag Canal, which took ten years to build, was opened. Old Li wrote an article for this, but it's a pity that his writing style wasn't good, and no newspaper was willing to publish it.

Now it's good; the big article outside wasn't written well, but can't the small things at home be written well?

Li Xuewu could clearly see that Old Li's article still had some traces; someone helped him write it.

"I know about this. Prepare well first and see if the group has any unified arrangements."

He put the document aside, looked at Zhang Jing, and exhorted, "Send the document to the persons in charge of various industrial enterprises of the group stationed in Liaodong and notify them."

When saying this, Li Xuewu also pointed to Lu Yuanshen, who was reading this document opposite.

Zhang Jing nodded, took the task, and left.

Seeing the leader looking at him, Sun Jia took the initiative to report, "The No. 2 furnace has completed the ignition experiment, and the workshop is preparing to smelt the first furnace of steel, asking if you have any special arrangements."

"What special arrangements?" Li Xuewu picked up the teacup and looked at Sun Jia, asking, "Should I find a fairy for them to calculate their horoscopes? Or measure an auspicious day?"

"Pfft—" Lu Yuanshen, who was reading the document, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This is the Li Xuewu in his memory; he can poke people directly in the lungs.

Li Xuewu waved his hand and said, "Alright, tell the workshop there are no other arrangements. The technology has been transformed for so long, and I have participated in the ignition ceremony no less than three times. Stop pulling these useless things, and pick a piece of the first furnace of steel to store in the corporate culture exhibition hall."

Sun Jia also felt that what the leader said was interesting and said with a smile, "I suggest they set off a string of firecrackers, which can also boost morale and look festive."

"Old Yuan and the others still have gas tank firecrackers there; do you want one?"

Li Xuewu pulled the corners of his mouth, glanced at Sun Jia, and said, "Let you stop doing useless things; this is a good word, not hitting your enthusiasm for work."

"The situation is not as good as you think."

Lu Yuanshen looked at Sun Jia and reminded, "It's a good thing that the Secretary-General asks you to be low-key."

"I know, thank you Factory Director Lu."

Sun Jia also felt embarrassed. He understood it a bit biased and forgot the cloud on his head.

"Help me ask Steel Flying how the demonstration is going and when the report can come out."

Li Xuewu pointed at Sun Jia and said, "I not only want a demonstration report but also a production condition construction report. Go."

After driving Sun Jia away, he looked at Lu Yuanshen and said, "Connect with Shenfei. Zhang Enyuan has their contact information; it's Wang Xin's."

"Shenfei's Deputy Factory Director?" Lu Yuanshen knew some situations and took the initiative to ask, "Is it to use our cars?"

"Official car, you go talk."

Li Xuewu raised his chin and said, "The cooperation on parts production and experimental project manufacturing is being studied here, but it can't be talked down for a while. You Steel Auto go test the water first."

"It doesn't matter, if the business doesn't work, benevolence remains." Seeing Lu Yuanshen's hesitant face, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, this doesn't count as your task."

"I'm not afraid of tasks."

Lu Yuanshen smiled bitterly, "The Sales General Company has summarized the business related to sales and has reminded us not to participate in sales expansion work anymore."

"Who the hell said that?" Li Xuewu's eyebrows frowned, and he looked at Lu Yuanshen and asked, "Zhuang Cangshu said it? Or Shao Baosheng said it?"

Zhuang Cangshu is the General Manager of the Red Star Steel Group Sales General Company, and Shao Baosheng is the General Manager of the Group Sales General Company's Automobile Sales Branch.

After asking Lu Yuanshen, Li Xuewu had already taken the phone and directly asked for the Group Sales General Company.

Lu Yuanshen also felt embarrassed here, as if he had deliberately come to the Secretary-General to complain.

Actually, it doesn't matter who the sales work belongs to; anyway, it's work. Who does it is not doing it?

After the Sales General Company was established, it was to take away the sales work of various enterprises so that industrial enterprises could focus completely on production.

But this is considered from a management perspective. If it is considered from a business perspective, production cannot be separated from sales, and sales cannot be separated from production.

Li Xuewu's requirement is that Steel Auto's sales rights belong to the Sales General Company, including deployment, pricing, service, etc. This is unquestionable.

But he never said that Steel Auto is not allowed to expand channels, not allowed to cooperate in production and sales. Now two upstream and downstream units are doing their own fighting; can he be happy?

He didn't care about Lu Yuanshen's thoughts. When the Sales General Company's phone was connected, Li Xuewu heard it was Zhuang Cangshu's voice and asked, "Half a year has passed, how is the car sales target completed?"

Zhuang Cangshu was startled by the suddenly jumping red phone, and even more stunned by the Secretary-General's unrelated question. How could he answer?

Answer truthfully, "In the first half of the year, because the Hongxing Lingyang was upgraded, sales situation declined..."

"It's already declined, and you're still doing a show?" Li Xuewu frowned and questioned, "Who said that Steel Auto is not allowed to engage in channel sales? How did I emphasize it at the meeting? Are you playing dumb with me?"

"I didn't say that, Secretary-General."

Zhuang Cangshu reacted in an instant and hurriedly explained, "Give me some time, I will definitely..."

Before he finished speaking, the phone on that end was hung up.

The Secretary-General was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. ===== CHAPTER 1429 =====