Chapter 1429: Young Master is Hungry

Can production units engage in sales work?

This isn't a simple question that anyone can answer; the situation here is too complex.

According to current policies and the market, in the absence of car sales stores, the factory is the terminal of sales.

It's not just car manufacturing plants; soy sauce manufacturing plants are the same. Units with car purchase indicators will arrange for special personnel to find relationships at the car manufacturing plant to buy and pick up cars, and ordinary people with soy sauce tickets will also carry soy sauce bottles to the soy sauce plant to buy soy sauce. The principle is the same.

Then why did uncoordinated and contradictory situations between the sales end and the production end appear in the Red Star Steel Group?

"Old Zhuang is still too soft, and there are too many branches under the Sales General Company; how can he take care of them all?"

The phone call was made by Dong Wenxue. It didn't count as pleading, but it was also wanting to say a word for Zhuang Cangshu.

Zhuang Cangshu had actually pleaded with him, and Dong Wenxue also felt it was funny.

Among the several leaders of the group, the only one who truly made the heads of the branches and companies below fear and dread was Li Xuewu alone; even Li Huai De couldn't do it.

When did Li Huai De ever get serious? He had more prestige toward those people below and rarely had a stern face.

If you were willing to let go, the one who was willing to lose face, you could go to his office and play shamelessly and muddle through.

So everyone said Director Li was kind and approachable, a leader worth following and respecting.

Then how did they evaluate the Group Secretary-General Li Xuewu?

This wasn't convenient to evaluate, and no one dared to evaluate it. Who knew if there were eyes from the Security Department around them?

What? You say Li Xuewu is no longer the leader of the Security Department?

Isn't the Group Secretary-General the leader of the Security Department? Who dares to doubt Li Xuewu's influence on the Security Department?

So after Li Xuewu hung up Zhuang Cangshu's phone, he was numb. He didn't have time to reprimand the people below for their chaotic actions and hurriedly called Dong Wenxue.

Pleading, right? Anyway, he didn't dare to find others, and even less dared to call Li Xuewu directly to pester him.

"First, I must affirm his attitude." Dong Wenxue didn't start by pleading, but went around in circles to talk about the work Zhuang Cangshu was doing.

Attach great importance, find problems, solve problems, draw inferences from one instance, and prevent such things from happening again, right?

"He didn't study the policy seriously."

Li Xuewu didn't wait for Dong Wenxue to say other reasons and said lightly, "And he didn't treat sales work as business work. He is doing management."

"Hmm hmm, I thought of this point too."

Dong Wenxue's temper had always been very good. He could understand his student being dissatisfied and losing his temper.

Li Xuewu losing his temper wasn't aimed at him, but if someone else pleaded and he didn't give face like this, he would have been unhappy long ago. Dong Wenxue could accept it.

"He explained to me that it was an opinion mentioned by Wang Qiong, the Vice General Manager of the Automobile Sales Branch, in a speech last month."

Dong Wenxue said in a peaceful tone, "His subordinate had a problem, he had to solve it, and you have to allow people to make mistakes and give people a chance to correct them."

"After all, you are also responsible for business work now. If your subordinates make mistakes in the future, how embarrassed you will be."

"He really knows how to find people to plead."

Li Xuewu snorted and said with some dissatisfaction, "For this kind of chaotic command behavior, not giving him a group-wide notification is already letting him off easy."

"Forget it, it's not easy for anyone."

Dong Wenxue on that end was clearly smoking. At this moment, he blew the ash and said, "The persons in charge of all branches at the end of this year have to hand in their homework. If he carries a disciplinary action, and then misses a level or half a level, he will cry and pee his face, and you won't feel comfortable watching it, right?"

"This beating will be recorded first."

Li Xuewu also agreed with Dong Wenxue's opinion. The big exam at the end of this year, and the formal group-ization at the beginning of next year, they all have to pass the Dragon Gate.

No need to say it, everyone compares their results; those who pass the results jump over the dragon gate, and those who don't just mark time, or give up their positions to better people.

There are also high and low, noble and cheap ways to pass the Dragon Gate. When everyone's shoulders are level, what do they compare at that time?

Compare honors above and disciplinary actions below. The honors are about the same. If Zhuang Cangshu carries a disciplinary action, he won't even be able to pass the Dragon Gate.

Do you think the Dragon Gate happens every year?

From Red Star Factory to Red Star Steel Group, there is only this one time. There won't be such a good time after this.

What is Zhuang Cangshu afraid of? He is afraid of this.

Li Xuewu really wants to say this at the meeting, then he won't want to make progress.

How many independently operating general companies are there in the group? The Sales General Company is considered the easiest to achieve results among all general company units.

If it weren't for the affirmation of Li Xuewu and Jing Yunong, he wouldn't have reached this step today.

He isn't Old Li's person; he was promoted and appointed by Jing Yunong later, and he also has face on Li Xuewu's side.

With his qualifications, he really couldn't get in line for the position of the Sales General Company.

"Just tell him, he has been down for a year, and if he still can't control the situation, then change people."

Li Xuewu said seriously, "I'll find him a unit with fewer branches to work in."

"Heh heh heh—" Dong Wenxue smiled and looked at Zhuang Cangshu, who was nervous opposite him, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll talk to him, but don't scare him anymore. I think he's doing okay in sales."

"You took what gift from him to maintain him so much." Li Xuewu joked, "If he used this ability on sales work, he wouldn't be unable to be the master of the subordinate branches until now."

Dong Wenxue raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhuang Cangshu, who was ashamed and embarrassed, talked to Li Xuewu for a few sentences, hung up the phone, and also extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand.

"He isn't giving me face, he trusts you very much and supports your work."

"Yes, I understand, it's me who didn't do well."

Zhuang Cangshu nodded shamefully and said, "The fact that there are many branches can't be an excuse. I will definitely grasp discipline, management, and business when I go back."

"You heard the Secretary-General's words just now."

Dong Wenxue pointed his finger at the table and said seriously, "Among the business-type leaders who can be counted in the entire group, do you obey his words or not?"

"Obey, I obey." Zhuang Cangshu nodded repeatedly.

He really obeyed. Li Xuewu was from the Security Department, but the ability he showed in other business fields had been tested by time and organization.

If there were no solid business achievements, could the higher-ups allow him to serve as Group Secretary-General? Could they tacitly allow him to go to Liaodong to preside over the group's industrial enterprise management work?

"If he says your business level is not good, then it's useless for others to say good things about you."

Dong Wenxue pointed his finger at him and reminded, "You obey this sentence, Director Li, and other leaders also obey this sentence, so how to do it, think for yourself."

Can Li Xuewu really be far-sighted and plan everything in business work?

Let's put it this way: there has been no defeat so far.

Director Li is such a suspicious person. Over the past few years, he has feared Li Xuewu's growth speed and become increasingly inseparable from Li Xuewu's assistance and support. Why is this?

Business, logistics, service, and other work—Li Huai De himself doesn't have that level, and he doesn't command blindly.

But he has his own judgment and management thinking, and he grasps personnel and organizational work very firmly.

Decided to respond to policy requirements at the beginning of July, notified all branches of the group to actively prepare to respond to the call, and made preparations for organizational construction work. In mid-July, after the first-class document was issued, execution began.

Carry out organizational construction work within the entire group and carry out procedural screening of organizational members.

The steps and forms are based on personal application, mass appraisal, and organizational approval, and are carried out in the form of post work evaluation and mass recommendation.

This is very confusing.

Old Li's work style in the past wasn't like this. Organizational work was organizational work, and it wouldn't be linked to business work easily.

It's the first time to comprehensively evaluate business ability while examining organizational work ability.

The wind has already been blown before, everyone who should discuss has discussed, and those who should doubt have doubted, just waiting for Director Li to wake up and cancel this decision.

Who could have imagined it? Execute according to the original notice!

"Director Li is becoming more and more sensitive."

Yang Zongfang and Li Haiyang were discussing work in Li Xuewu's office. After finishing, seeing that it was time to get off work, neither of them was in a hurry to leave, sitting on the sofa chatting, tasting good tea, and smoking cigarettes.

"I was still pondering a few days ago how organizational work can be combined with business work for examination."

He looked at Li Xuewu and said with a smile, "As a result, Director Li gave us such a hand."

"This is called strategizing, winning thousands of miles away." Li Xuewu looked at Li Haiyang with a smile and said, "What do you think? Comrade Haiyang."

"I also think Director Li is a bit sensitive."

Li Haiyang is Li Huai De's secretary. With three people sitting together discussing Li Huai De, he is under the greatest pressure.

You tell me, Li Xuewu and Yang Zongfang are talking about Director Li's bad things; should he listen or not?

Listening has two considerations: is it to tell Director Li or not to tell Director Li?

Neither way is pleasing.

What if he doesn't listen?

Rest assured, it's not pleasing either.

If he doesn't listen to these words, and someone tells Director Li later, he will also be suspected by Director Li of listening without reporting.

So, he decided to be unpolluted, anyway, the two didn't say Director Li's bad things.

About to get off work, sitting together to pull some eggs, right.

"However, the article Director Li published in the *United Industrial News* is worth learning and thinking about."

Li Haiyang leaned over, flicked the ash in the ashtray, looked at the two, and said, "I think this is Director Li's thinking and ideas for organizational work in the future."

"The reference and suggestions you made?"

Hearing Li Haiyang say this, Yang Zongfang became serious, because he knew that the group's important organizational work and business work key documents were drafted by Li Xuewu.

Even if it wasn't drafted by Li Xuewu personally, it must have been reviewed and passed by him. There was no possibility that such important documents would be issued without passing through Li Xuewu's hands.

Director Li has a habit of reading documents. If others don't know, can Li Haiyang not know?

Without the Secretary-General's opinion and signature, even if there is the opinion and signature of the leader in charge, it won't work.

Especially important documents, regarding business project establishment, cooperation negotiations, etc., Li Huai De is very cautious.

"No, I just saw it too."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, looked at Li Haiyang, and said, "I thought you wrote it."

"You think too highly of me. Where do I have that level—" Li Haiyang clearly knew who wrote it. At this moment, his smile was very awkward, "You know my writing style and skill; don't mock me."

"Look at each other with new eyes after three days, right."

Li Xuewu nodded with a smile and said, "Interesting, you can go back and learn."

He looked at Yang Zongfang again and said, "Director Li's meaning is to start the organizational construction work activity from the Scientific Research Institute."

"Start from the Research Institute?" Yang Zongfang was surprised, "What kind of play is this again?"

"This is called courtesy before soldiers—"

Li Xuewu pointed at him, reminding him to pay attention to his language. Li Haiyang is here; jokes can be made, but don't say anything.

He thought that if Li Haiyang wants to gain a foothold in the Metallurgical Plant and wants to make achievements in Liaodong industry, he must completely abandon his past halo and start from the ground up.

But who can guarantee that he thinks so? What if he wants to take a shortcut?

Treating colleagues around him as stepping stones; is this kind of thing rare in the office?

"I think Director Li wants to set off a clean wind in the Scientific Research Institute."

Li Xuewu drank a mouthful of warm tea and said, "If the organizational construction work of the Research Institute is done well, the next step is to promote organizational cadres from the Research Institute."

"Are those engaged in technology and academics purer?"

Why can Yang Zongfang be Li Xuewu's Executive Deputy? Because he can keep up with Li Xuewu's thinking rhythm and fully understand the meaning of his words.

"If you consider it from a work thinking mode, I think this is also a way."

Li Xuewu smiled, raised his hand, and patted his knee lightly, saying, "Is this a stereotype?"

"What? Bookworms?"

Yang Zongfang asked this, and then he laughed himself. Li Xuewu said everything was right.

Li Haiyang followed with a laugh. He didn't speak not because he couldn't get a word in, but because he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.

He is still young. Coming to the Metallurgical Plant to be a deputy now is mainly for learning and experience.

When Director Li asked him where to exercise, the first place he thought of was the Steel City Metallurgical Plant.

He came down at this time correctly. With Director Li's support, he can borrow the east wind, cross the Dragon Gate, and go further.

Coming to the Metallurgical Plant, he can also learn more from the Secretary-General. This kind of close colleague relationship is the fastest way to grow.

He listened carefully to the conversation between the two, analyzing their speaking habits and styles.

Li Haiyang's father was a deputy in the finance section, later transferred to a tertiary industry unit, and is now in the Labor Service Company.

Transferring back and forth, no matter how he transferred, he was still in the original rank, as if he couldn't escape this circle.

Why?

Li Haiyang's father knew it himself, and Li Haiyang also knew it, especially since his current rank was higher than his father's, and he could better understand the meaning of the middle-aged cadre curse.

Those who can sit in this office and talk and laugh are all those who escaped the curse early.

Either someone pulled them, or someone pushed them, and finally, it was their own efforts.

Li Haiyang was pulled by someone, pushed by someone, and worked hard himself, otherwise he wouldn't have today's achievements.

Coming out of the office, the three were preparing to get off work together. Halfway, Yang Zongfang was called away by Zhang Jing.

"Are you used to the current title?"

Li Xuewu looked at Li Haiyang, who was walking beside him, half a step slower than him, with a smile.

What is this young man's greatest ability and advantage? What ability does he have that is worth Old Li using him for five years?

The answer is knowing how to measure.

Perhaps influenced by his father since childhood, he has "foresight" in work, rarely steps on pits, and has even more luck to soar with Li Huai De.

Look now, is there anyone thinking about who the secretaries of Yang Yuansong and Yang Fengshan are?

The former big secretary and second secretary have all become small secretaries.

This is luck. Li Haiyang doesn't lack luck. He has been extremely smooth all these years, but he never dares to say he is smooth.

"Are you talking about the organizational structure reform?"

Li Haiyang looked at Li Xuewu's profile and nodded, answering, "It's okay, there's no difference."

"It's nothing more than being called General Manager, Manager, Deputy Manager." He shook his head slightly and said, "Actually, I quite envied this kind of title before."

"Hmm? Envied what?" Li Xuewu looked at him amusedly and asked, "Are there good-sounding and bad-sounding titles?"

"Actually, it's the meaning in terms of perception."

Li Haiyang smiled and explained, "After all, there are very few company-system enterprises, and very few are called General Manager. Things are precious because they are rare, so I felt this title was very strange."

Are there titles of General Manager and Manager in this era?

Of course there are, otherwise how to translate?

Since the founding of the country, there have been company-system enterprises, and the titles have followed the previous forms.

General Manager, Deputy General Manager, etc.

Of course, there is no Chairman, and no President. These titles sound too capitalist.

The highest manager of a domestic company is called General Manager, and there are many organizational positions; you can't tell which director is bigger than that director.

"I thought you were going to say this is the embodiment of progress, a symbol of modernization and advancement."

Li Xuewu joked while walking and said, "To a certain extent, I hope Red Star Factory will evolve into a group-type enterprise from both form and spirit."

"Your meaning is—"

Li Haiyang was slightly stunned and asked, "In the past three years, the group's progress and changes only have the appearance of a group-type enterprise in form?"

"Do you know what a group-type enterprise should look like? Like the 17th Factory?"

Li Xuewu looked back at him and smiled, saying, "Without investigation, there is no right to speak. You can study this topic and discuss it later."

"Okay, Secretary-General." Li Haiyang agreed very readily, smiled, and sent him to the car door, saying, "I'll find information to learn when I get home and give you an answer as soon as possible."

"Youth is the reason for struggle and learning."

Li Xuewu raised his hand and patted his arm, letting Yu Zhe open the door and get into the car.

Li Haiyang stood in place, watching Li Xuewu's car leave before getting into his own car.

What exactly is a group-type company?

This question is too simple and too mysterious. Could it be that in the Secretary-General's eyes, the Red Star Steel Group, which is already his pride and pride, doesn't count as a proper modern group-type enterprise with absolute core competitiveness?

Then in the Secretary-General's heart, what kind of enterprise counts as a real group-type enterprise?

"Are you really going to live in the capital?"

Mai Qinglan still couldn't believe Zhou Wang Yamei would make such a choice.

Zhou Wang Yamei was very calm. After talking with Li Xuewu, her mood was much better.

"The luggage is all packed. Do you think I'm joking with you?"

She smiled, held Mai Qinglan's hand, and said, "Why are you looking at me with this expression? It's not like I'm not coming back. I will come back every two weeks in the future."

"Then you will work in the capital from now on?"

Mai Qinglan frowned and asked softly, "Can Li Wenbiao come back from Hong Kong?"

"You have to ask him, or ask your Li Ge." Zhou Wang Yamei couldn't answer this question.

Her identity and status in the recycling station weren't enough to make such references and decisions.

"That means he can't come back."

Mai Qinglan wasn't saying she was disappointed, because the momentary guess didn't bring her much surprise either.

"Who is coming to take over for you?" She opened her eyes wide and asked, "I mean, who is coming to take over your work in Steel City."

They are all family, so she naturally knew Zhou Wang Yamei took over Li Wenbiao's work in Steel City. Now that Zhou Wang Yamei is going to the capital, naturally someone will take over for her.

"Wen Hanze will come to Steel City to work." Zhou Wang Yamei nodded and explained, "My work won't be handed over for the time being. This trip to the capital also has the purpose of exchange."

A bunch of people collecting junk, what's there to exchange?

People watching the excitement can say this, but Mai Qinglan, who is truly participating in this link, wouldn't think so.

Her current comfortable life isn't what Li Wenbiao and the Li Xuewu brothers earned through the recycling station.

Furthermore, do you dare to say that the current recycling station is a proper recycling station?

"Are you taking the child back to the capital too?"

Mai Qinglan gestured to Bang Geng, who was sitting on the sofa, accompanying Li Xuewu to read books on the left and right with Fu Zhidong, and asked, "He has been out for half a year; he should be missing home."

"On the contrary, he won't go home."

Zhou Wang Yamei shook her head helplessly and said, "He will stay in Steel City and live with your Li Ge."

"Them? Two?" Mai Qinglan widened her eyes in amusement and curiosity, "How do they live?"

"Do you suspect they will starve to death?"

Zhou Wang Yamei patted her amusedly and said, "Two living people, Bang Geng is already fourteen, how could they starve to death."

"I'm suspecting how they do housework." Mai Qinglan asked amusedly, "Is Bang Geng doing housework? He isn't less lazy than Li Ge."

"There will be ways." Zhou Wang Yamei looked at the three people on the sofa helplessly and amusedly, and turned back to ask Mai Qinglan, "Are your parents in Steel City?"

"Hmm, my dad stayed here for a week and went back to the capital." Mai Qinglan smiled helplessly and said, "He said he had work to be busy with."

"Men are always reluctant to stop their footsteps to wait for women, and even less willing to spend time looking at the scenery on the side of the road."

Zhou Wang Yamei always spoke with a petty-bourgeois sentiment, which was also the reason why Mai Qinglan liked to get along with her.

When she was in her teens, her family conditions were affluent, and her parents only had her as a daughter, so she naturally lived a life of silk and food.

Remember, as long as the country is peaceful and the society is stable, art workers will always make money faster and earn more than ordinary people.

Why?

This is a principle that only economics and sociology can explain.

Mai Qinglan yearned for a petty-bourgeois life when she was young, and now that she saw a living little bourgeois, she naturally yearned for it.

Of course, Zhou Wang Yamei wasn't that kind of green tea petty bourgeois, and even less that kind of pretentious little bitch who only knew how to be sentimental.

She is a virtuous woman who can enter the hall and enter the kitchen, and also a smart woman who can talk freely and have a soul resonance with you.

Both virtuous and smart, receiving aristocratic education since childhood, and spending her youth in luxury, isn't this a proper little bourgeois?

The petty-bourgeois sentiment she exudes is natural and attractive.

Look, even an old hand in the flower bush like Li Xuewu was attracted by her; can you say she has no attraction?

"Never believe a man's promise."

Mai Qinglan also spoke from feeling, puffed up her cheeks slightly, and said, "And never expect men to keep their promises. Li Wenbiao is such a person."

It seemed she was very afraid that Zhou Wang Yamei would misunderstand, and also afraid that Li Xuewu would notice the movement here, and even more afraid that her words would cause unnecessary misunderstandings between the two, so she made a range-based annotation at the end of her exclamation.

It was just talking about Li Wenbiao—

"Hahaha—" Zhou Wang Yamei laughed heartily, looked at Mai Qinglan, and said, "When he comes back, tidy him up properly."

"By the way, ask for another one. One child is still too lonely." She leaned into Mai Qinglan's ear and whispered, "Men still like boys."

"Is there a throne to inherit at home?"

Mai Qinglan looked at the sofa side amusedly. She didn't bring her daughter today; after all, she came to see Zhou Wang Yamei off, and bringing Tiger Girl was too noisy.

"Who says women are not as good as men? When saying this sentence, it has already been admitted that this is a phenomenon."

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at Mai Qinglan and said, "You must have a little man, teach and raise him well. He will grow up when you truly need him and give you a surprising and bright performance."

"I believe Fu Zhidong will be such a good child." Mai Qinglan nodded in agreement.

What is the good child Fu Zhidong doing?

He is begging his uncle not to let him go, just let him stay in Steel City.

His mother had already explained to him that the two were going to live in the capital, and he would continue to go to school in the capital, and he would be in the third grade in the second half of the year.

And his mother also needed to work in the capital, and they would have a similarly warm home there.

But he couldn't bear to leave the home without Wu Shu. He wanted to stay in Steel City.

"Wu Shu, just talk to my mom."

The child always naively looked at the contradiction in a biased way. He felt that his mother taking him to the capital was because of work. 【1

But in reality?

It was Zhou Wang Yamei's careful consideration for her son's physical and mental health and safety; Li Xuewu's side was too dangerous.

Do you think she was lying when she told Li Xuewu that someone was following her? Then why did Han Zhan arrange for people to protect her?

In those years, Fu Haibo offended many people; now that they can't find Fu Haibo, the idea that "trouble doesn't extend to family members" isn't something all people in the underworld believe in.

Her life had always been low-key, not competing with others, but how could she withstand Li Xuewu's immense influence? Many people's gazes were focused on her home.

She had to leave; if she didn't leave now, she would truly never escape Li Xuewu's grasp.

She was a psychologist; seeing through people's hearts was for the purpose of healing and saving them. Li Xuewu possessed her abilities as well, but he didn't seem to have the benevolent heart of a healer; he was simply a schemer.

In mid-July, Zhou Wang Yamei wiped away every trace of herself and her son in the house, as if they had never lived there, and then resolutely boarded Li Xuewu's car, heading straight for the train station.

Even when going to the capital, there were people following and escorting them; Zhou Wang Yamei's worries were definitely not overthinking.

Before boarding the train, Fu Zhidong cried his heart out; he felt a bit resentful that Wu Shu didn't speak up for him, and even more so that he didn't take the initiative to ask him to stay, so he ran into the carriage alone.

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at his expression with some embarrassment; this man was as warm and sunny as ever.

"I made too much breakfast, you guys keep it for lunch."

"Why didn't you make enough for two weeks? That way we wouldn't have to go out to eat."

Li Xuewu twitched the corner of his mouth; how could he not know Zhou Wang Yamei's little thoughts? When had she ever made too much breakfast before?

"Should I fry a big pancake for you?"

Zhou Wang Yamei was amused by him and told the joke about the silly son starving to death. After the joke, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and suddenly, on impulse, she hugged Li Xuewu.

But before Li Xuewu could react, she had already turned and trotted onto the carriage, leaving Li Xuewu standing on the platform, being sized up by the passing passengers with strange looks.

In this era, there were very few such uninhibited couples; you couldn't even find lovers holding hands on the street.

However, this was a train platform; any intimate display at the moment of parting would be forgiven, people were just a bit curious.

Li Xuewu didn't give them a chance to be curious; as soon as the train left, he left the platform and went home.

Today was Sunday, he was off.

"Wu Shu..." Banggeng hesitated whether to wake him up, but he was really hungry.

"What for?" Li Xuewu still didn't move, lying on the sofa, squinting his eyes slightly and speaking.

Zhou Wang Yamei and Fu Zhidong had left; they weren't out buying groceries, nor were they at school, they were truly gone.

This home suddenly felt empty, and both Banggeng and he were a bit unaccustomed to it.

To alleviate this discomfort, he chose to take a nap on the sofa.

As a result, this nap was a bit too long; Banggeng looked at the time on the wall, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

Among city dwellers, has anyone ever noticed the difference between sleeping until one o'clock and sleeping until two o'clock in the afternoon?

Perhaps very few; everyone is busy, rushing about, so when they get a chance, of course, they sleep as hard as they can.

Even after waking up, they aren't willing to get out of bed, just lying in the covers.

But children are sensitive and observant; very few people can sleep until two in the afternoon. The slow pace of the era makes one's sleep sufficient, and you feel that time is very slow.

A twenty-minute rest at noon is enough to relieve the fatigue of the morning, and you'll be full of energy again in the afternoon.

Think about it, how far away is the term "full of energy" from you? How long has it been since you were as energetic as you were when you were a child?

Li Xuewu was looking for this kind of focus; lying on the sofa, raising his hand, there would be dust dancing in the sunlight, passing through his fingers, just like time flowing slowly.

"I'm hungry—" Banggeng replied weakly, "I'm really hungry."

He had eaten a lot in the morning, but that didn't change the reality that he would be hungry after waking up from his afternoon nap.

Actually, he had been hungry for a long time; he was hungry at eleven o'clock, but after he told Wu Shu, Wu Shu told him to take a nap first, and he wouldn't be hungry once he was asleep.

Listen to these words, ah, how reasonable.

Of course he was very obedient; he really wasn't hungry while sleeping, but as a result, he was starving to death when he woke up!

"What do you want to eat?" Li Xuewu said lazily, "I'm still very sleepy."

"How about we just eat the breakfast leftovers."

Banggeng was truly at his wit's end; he couldn't think of anything to eat, so he could only suggest what Aunt Zhou had instructed before she left.

But he didn't expect his Wu Shu to be waiting for him right there: "Alright, you're in charge of this house now, go heat up the breakfast."

"Oh, okay." Banggeng obeyed him unconditionally; the key was that Wu Shu also said he was in charge of the house now, which made him feel a little happy just thinking about it.

So, Banggeng didn't feel that heating up the food was very hard work.

Not only did he not feel it was hard, he also felt very happy; two men relying on each other, he had the skills taught by Uncle Sha, so naturally, he had to take care of Wu Shu, who couldn't do anything.

A sense of responsibility and pride surged up, his movements while working became more energetic, and he even started humming a song.

Li Xuewu sat up from the sofa, listening to the joy in the kitchen, and also felt it was funny.

By the time he shuffled in his slippers to the kitchen door, Banggeng had already prepared the food.

"Hmm, you did a great job."

Li Xuewu sat lazily at the dining table, looked at Banggeng who was waiting for his praise, and nodded, saying: "I wouldn't know how to live without you."

"Wu Shu, from now on, don't worry about the housework, I'll take care of it all!"

Banggeng was too excited; Wu Shu's trust and reliance on him were his greatest support and encouragement.

Excited, he said these words with great confidence.

Li Xuewu, however, hesitated a bit, looked at Banggeng and asked: "Is that... really okay?"

"It's fine, I'm already fourteen, I can do all kinds of housework, Aunt Zhou taught me."

Banggeng was very afraid that Wu Shu would doubt his professional level, so he opened his mouth to guarantee: "Really, I also learned some skills from Uncle Sha, cooking is no problem."

"Then... what about laundry?"

Li Xuewu asked with feigned suspicion: "You probably can't do that, right? You can't be that comprehensive."

"Of course I can!" Banggeng was anxious; how could Wu Shu doubt his loyalty!

"Don't worry, from now on I'll wash all the clothes in the house, you don't have to worry about it—"

"Oh oh, so you're that capable."

Li Xuewu shook his head slightly and said: "How come I didn't know before? Oh my, you really are comprehensive!"

"That goes without saying!" Banggeng, who had been completely fooled, stood up from his seat, gestured toward the stove and asked: "Should I show you a couple of tricks now?"

"Alright, alright, that's enough—"

Li Xuewu amusedly held down the big-faced cat's shoulders, signaling him to eat his meal properly.

This kid was so easy to fool, he couldn't help but feel a bit guilty; what a good child.

Of course, Li Xuewu was just joking about having him cook and do laundry; it's not like he didn't have hands or feet.

The real reason he decided to live here was that he needed a living environment far away from work.

Zhou Wang Yamei felt that Li Xuewu and Banggeng wouldn't be able to live after she left, but in fact, it was the exact opposite.

After finishing the lunch that felt like an afternoon meal, Li Xuewu felt a bit more energetic, so he took Banggeng out.

"I just finished eating—" Banggeng looked at his little belly with some reluctance, and looked up at Wu Shu.

Li Xuewu also looked at him; what did this kid mean?

Was he afraid that after eating this meal there wouldn't be another, so he didn't want to go out and walk around, wanting to rely on this meal to last longer?

"Do you want to eat something delicious and spicy?"

He patted the big-faced cat's shoulder and asked very seriously: "If you want to, just nod."

Banggeng almost shook the fat on his face into waves; he wanted to eat something delicious and spicy so much.

"Wu Shu, where are we going?"

He asked excitedly: "Are we going to a restaurant?"

"Going to a restaurant is so boring, besides, what they make isn't delicious, it all tastes like soy sauce."

Li Xuewu walked down the street with his hands behind his back, and Banggeng followed behind like a little follower.

Those who knew would think they were out for a stroll after dinner, but those who didn't would think the two of them had been kicked out of the house by the women.

Mainly because Banggeng's figure was a bit desolate and low; he was already prepared to go hungry for three days with Wu Shu.

The two walked one after the other for more than half an hour; the lunch Banggeng had eaten was almost completely digested, and he saw that Wu Shu in front still showed no signs of stopping.

"Wu Shu, where are we going?"

He struggled to catch up and asked curiously: "You wouldn't be planning to sell me and then go eat something delicious and spicy, would you?"

"Don't worry, young master, with your physique, in my opinion, no one in the entire Steel City would dare buy you home."

Li Xuewu continued walking forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, saying: "You can eat two days' worth of food in one meal; no matter whose house you're in, you'd starve the whole family."

Banggeng was particularly unconfident about eating; he also knew he ate too much.

"But I'm just hungry—"

"You just finished eating a little while ago and you're hungry already."

Li Xuewu glared at him with dissatisfaction and said: "Wait a moment! We'll be there in a moment!"

Banggeng was intimidated by him and continued to walk forward; it wasn't until the street became bustling that he was sure Wu Shu was taking him out to find food, not selling him for food.

"Where is this?" When they walked in front of a restaurant with four banners, Banggeng found that Wu Shu had stopped and was examining the storefront.

"An old acquaintance." Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and took Banggeng inside.

Banggeng didn't quite understand his explanation, but he knew this was a restaurant, so he just had to eat.

Just right, they had walked for a long time, and the lunch he had eaten in the afternoon, which was actually a copy of breakfast, had been completely digested; looking at the sky, it was time for dinner.

He didn't understand either, he was just stunned, and he didn't know where this was, but he just followed him in.

"One serving of pickled cabbage and pork, add blood sausage, and another serving of stir-fried pork intestines with hot peppers, and two bowls of two-grain rice."

Li Xuewu ordered the dishes based on his memories, and didn't forget to turn back and look at the big-faced cat, asking: "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it fills me up."

Banggeng sat down by the chair and said expectantly: "Just bring two bowls of two-grain rice first, I can pad my stomach with that."

"See that, the bottomless pit has arrived."

Li Xuewu smiled and said to the waiter: "Bring two more vegetable dishes, you decide, anything is fine."

The waiter sized up this strange combination; they weren't quite right in the head, were they?

But looking at the food tickets and money in her hand, she gained a little confidence; these people would definitely leave after eating, right?

She was providing normal service, but when she took the menu back to the front desk, she found the manager was acting abnormally.

She usually called her manager, but in reality, this shop belonged to the boss lady; you could open it if you had connections.

"Manager, that table of guests ordered food."

"Ah? Oh, okay, ordering food."

The woman took the menu with trembling hands; the two dish names at the top completely crushed her.

"Go... go call Shengzi..."