Chapter 1436: I never expected you to be this kind of person!

Two group leaders are leading a team to Steel City to rendezvous with the Secretary-General before transferring to Feng City for negotiations; shouldn't the heads of each industrial enterprise show some gesture?

There is a gesture, but not much.

Why?

Because the leader of the group's industrial enterprise leadership team stationed in Liaodong is Secretary-General Li Xuewu himself. Since he is personally presiding over the reception work, how could anyone else dare to overstep their rank and be an eyesore?

Even if someone wanted to make an impression, this wouldn't be the time; they'd just be looking for trouble.

Furthermore, Li Xuewu does not prevent them from interacting with group leaders; that's something you couldn't stop even if you tried.

If people make private phone calls, write letters, or meet up, can you really squat at their front door and watch?

Li Xuewu doesn't block it, doesn't guard against it, and certainly doesn't harbor jealousy. He has nothing in Liaodong that he needs to hide from the group, nor is he afraid of people reporting issues.

This includes his own issues; he hopes these people can provide feedback directly to him, because if they tell him directly, he can resolve the problems faster and more accurately.

Of course, there's no need to fear that he won't solve the problem, but instead turn around and solve the person who raised it.

He has high organizational aspirations and work expectations in Steel City and Liaodong; especially being so young, how could he ruin his own future?

Li Xuewu cannot bring himself to point fingers at workers, shout loudly, or act bossy, even though his appearance already possesses enough deterrent power.

Speak slowly and properly when there is something to say, and handle matters earnestly and thoroughly—this is his work principle.

Are the lessons of Yin Zhongyao and Yang Shuxing not enough? Everyone can still do the math in their heads.

The Secretary-General is not a person who is nitpicky, unreasonable, or overbearing; as long as there is reason, he will certainly handle it for you.

Therefore, when Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan arrived at the Red Star Steel City Industrial Zone with the negotiation team assembled by the group, they could feel the harmonious atmosphere without even entering the workshops.

This was not deliberately manufactured, nor was it just a superficial gesture. Whether the work environment is good or not, and whether the workers' state is fine or not—they have been leaders for many years; they don't need to ask, they know just by looking at expressions and eyes.

"Hello, Deputy General Manager Cheng; hello, Deputy General Manager Gao."

As the Hongyun No. 1 entered the factory area, people inside the car looked out, and people outside the car looked in.

As both sides met each other's gaze, they were confirming the other's situation, but the looks were not that tense.

Some recognized the leaders in the car and took the initiative to smile and wave in greeting, and the two leaders also smiled and waved back.

Because any car allowed into the industrial zone must have been permitted by the security at the intersection; the people in the car were either group cadres or guests from outside units.

And the people in the car felt novelty and curiosity. Half a year later, from Dong Wenxue to Li Xuewu, the Steel City Industrial Zone seemed to have changed in no way, yet it seemed everything had changed.

Ordinary people naturally couldn't see what had changed, only feeling it was vague, but Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan saw it in their eyes, and inwardly felt only surprise and admiration.

Who said Li Xuewu was just a reckless man, young and impulsive, unfit to be the group's number one in Liaodong?

Who said Li Xuewu couldn't hold down the situation and would be squeezed out by those old foxes within half a year?

Half a year had long passed; they couldn't see any intention from Li Xuewu to leave, and even less could they see any intention from the workers of the Steel City Industrial Zone to squeeze Li Xuewu out.

Politics are clear and people are harmonious; they complement each other perfectly.

The piles of construction waste that could still be seen along the roadside when they came last year, the huge piles of trash in the factory area.

If the trash piles were an eyesore, then even the material piles that used to be stacked randomly were gone. If this isn't change, what is?

The planting pits for willow trees as thick as a thumb were still vaguely visible. After growing through an entire summer, they had long since put on thick green clothes, full of vitality.

"Three years, thirty to fifty thousand trees—are you trying to turn the Red Star Steel City Industrial Zone into an ecological park too?"

Gao Yaqin looked at the many saplings and propaganda slogans on the green spaces between the park and the factory area, turned her head, and asked Li Xuewu with a smile.

Li Xuewu watched the car turn into the gate of the guesthouse, stood up, and said, "The mission of the Steel City Industrial Zone and the Liangma River Ecological Industrial Zone are different, and their responsibilities and divisions of labor are also different."

He pointed to the surrounding mountains and said, "There is a natural green environment here, sufficient to embrace industrial development."

"There are still too many people in the capital."

Cheng Kaiyuan looked at the distant green mountains and said with emotion, "It feels a bit better now, but I don't know where all those half-grown kids came from in the past two years."

He only said this much and didn't continue, because those who understand, understand.

Starting from the end of last year and the beginning of this year, batch after batch of educated youth went to the countryside to support construction work.

What could be clearly felt was that the streets of the capital were at least half empty. Those arrogant, flashy, and spirited teenagers were gone; what remained was only the ordinary scene of market life, peaceful and serene.

The restless and uneasy atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and even Cheng Kaiyuan felt a bit moved.

"It's quite good, not like before when it looked bare. Those who knew thought it was a construction site; those who didn't thought it was wasteland."

Gao Yaqin smiled, pulled the handle, and stood up. After the car stopped steadily, she got out of the car together with Li Xuewu.

"It's just cooler than the capital."

She turned her head and said to Cheng Kaiyuan, who had just gotten out of the car, "It's scorching in the capital right now, but the wind blowing on you in Steel City is already cool."

"It can be even cooler at night."

Li Xuewu raised his hand to signal the direction of the guesthouse gate; the service staff were already prepared for the reception work.

"I heard that because of the relocation of the steel mill, your reception capacity is already overloaded."

Gao Yaqin took the initiative to ask Li Xuewu, "Will our arrival cause trouble for the workers living here?"

"I know about this situation," Cheng Kaiyuan also said with a serious face, "If the accommodation conditions are really inconvenient, we can completely go to the city to find a guesthouse to stay for the night; don't cause trouble for the workers."

"Rest assured, the situation has been initially resolved, and the accommodation pressure has also been eased."

Li Xuewu pointed to the office building opposite and said, "That building is a newly built office building; it has now been temporarily renovated and used as a temporary dormitory area."

"How many people can be coordinated to go over there?"

Cheng Kaiyuan is the deputy general manager in charge of industry, so it is normal for him to express concern about the workers' accommodation problem.

He looked at the office building opposite and said, "You don't need to talk about safety issues; that's your strong suit. I just want to know how many people haven't been arranged with accommodation yet."

"Hehe, none; it's all arranged."

Li Xuewu chuckled and looked at him; the meaning in that smile seemed to be saying: You have no chance now.

As for what Cheng Kaiyuan had no chance at, his smile had already revealed it completely.

Gao Yaqin also found it funny and followed up by asking, "The speed of solving problems is still very fast."

"Key problems, focus on solving."

Li Xuewu waved his hand, signaling Office Director Sun Jia to arrange for the members of the negotiation team to check in as soon as possible, while he himself accompanied Gao Yaqin and the other to stand at the entrance.

"Some words have reached the group; I don't need to tell you what kind of words they are."

Cheng Kaiyuan withdrew his gaze, looked at Li Xuewu, nodded, and said, "But it's good that the problem is solved."

"Actually, there's no need to consider this kind of problem. From my personal understanding of him, this isn't an issue at all."

Gao Yaqin looked at Li Xuewu with a joking tone and said, "If the work and contradictions of the group in Liaodong need to be gossiped to the group and then fed back to be solved, then it's time to reorganize the Liaodong Industrial Leadership Team."

"Is this a warning or a reminder?"

Li Xuewu smiled at the two, spread his hands, and said, "Should I feel fortunate?"

"Hehe—" Gao Yaqin turned her head away, looked into the distance, and said, "Think what you want; I'm doing this out of kindness anyway."

"General Manager Gao's meaning is that you need to be sensible—"

Cheng Kaiyuan resolved the problem he had brought from the capital to Liaodong and had been worrying about the whole way. He felt relaxed now and joined in the banter between the two.

He pointed at Li Xuewu and said, "If you can't make General Manager Gao eat and drink well tonight, then she's going to be unhappy."

"If we drink, we all drink; no one is allowed to run."

Gao Yaqin is also a "battle-tested" female warrior in the workplace; she doesn't fear drinking, especially baijiu.

There are only two types of women in the drinking scene: one who can't drink at all, and one who drinks continuously until you pass out; there is no such thing as half-drinking or not drinking.

Those who can reach this position today, even if they can't drink, can hold out for three rounds at the table.

Cheng Kaiyuan dug a hole to bury her, but she also wanted to pull Cheng Kaiyuan in as a cushion; inwardly, they both tacitly agreed they couldn't outdrink Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu is simply not a normal person; how can drinking be measured by the table? He doesn't leave the table until everyone else is down.

Now, the group's affiliated units, especially those with close business dealings, all know his reputation.

There used to be a hidden rule that business wasn't negotiated in the office, but concluded at the drinking table.

Since Li Xuewu took the position of Office Director and Group Secretary-General, in charge of the group's external work, this rule has been changed.

There's no way not to change it; whoever comes to Red Star Steel Group, he presides over the reception work, and whenever Red Star Steel Group goes to any unit to handle business, isn't he also responsible for the visiting work?

Li Huai De doesn't talk about martial arts ethics; first Li Xuewu sweeps across the army, and he sings the "Empty Fort Strategy" in the back.

The two cooperate, and they have pulled projects that could only be negotiated at the drinking table back into the office.

What is the fun of drinking together?

It's to compare and see who drinks too much and makes a fool of themselves.

This time it's me, next time I'll fight to the death to see you make a fool of yourself; only then does it feel fun.

If you're always the one making a fool of yourself, crawling out every meal, then what's the point of comparing? Can we not drink this alcohol?

Li Xuewu can also be considered the first person to rectify the drinking scene; he has fought all over the world without a rival. Whoever comes to the group as a guest must be strictly warned: drink if you want to drink, but don't urge others to drink.

Regardless of whether Li Xuewu is present or not, as long as they come to Red Star Steel Group as guests, everyone behaves properly. They aren't afraid of Li Xuewu holding a grudge; they are afraid that Li Huai De is not human—that guy is insidiously bad and holds grudges to retaliate.

If you see Li Xuewu isn't at this meal, you pour old Li to death; next time he can arrange a whole table of people, then invite Li Xuewu, and make you drink until you're doing handstands to pee.

They all say there are no fathers and sons in the business world; in fact, there are no friends in the drinking world. Think about it: the wine is always poured to the brim, and everyone hopes the other person drinks more and they drink less.

In the capital, everyone didn't dare to cross Li Xuewu; in Steel City, they dared even less.

Because the temperature in Steel City is 5 degrees Celsius lower than in the capital, and the baijiu in the capital is also 5 degrees lower than in Steel City.

"Old Cheng? It's so late, you—"

They didn't drink much at night; jokes are jokes, and they still have to handle business tomorrow. Li Xuewu is not a person who doesn't know his limits, and Kuang Yusheng and the others are even less muddled.

The group leaders arrived in Steel City, so Kuang Yusheng and the others naturally had to entertain them along with Li Xuewu.

But, if Li Xuewu didn't want to drink and set the tone, then the meal would be harmonious, and no one would dare to cause trouble.

They drank, ate the Steel City specialty dishes, chatted about what needed to be chatted about at the table, and found places to communicate privately after the meal.

The dinner ended at nine o'clock, and Li Xuewu chatted with Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan until ten o'clock.

After the conversation ended, Li Xuewu took a car home, and the two returned to their rooms to rest.

When she heard the knock on the door, Gao Yaqin glanced at her watch; the time was around ten-thirty.

She is a group leader; the service staff had just sent them back to their rooms, so if there were problems, they should have been said long ago.

Furthermore, the secretary also knew they needed to rest; unless it was an extremely urgent matter, they wouldn't come to disturb them so late.

Just as Gao Yaqin was wondering who was looking for her, she took the initiative to open the door, only to find Cheng Kaiyuan standing at the entrance.

Disclaimer first: although Gao Yaqin is not old, not yet forty, she is not a narcissistic person.

She didn't think Cheng Kaiyuan knocked on her door at this time because the night was long and he couldn't sleep.

She certainly wouldn't write on Xiaohongshu to criticize and accuse a "shrimp-headed man" knocking on her door in the middle of the night.

Surprise, unexpected—this was the expression on Gao Yaqin's face; there were no other complex emotions.

Generally speaking, if there was work that needed coordination between the two, at this time, they would basically arrange for a secretary to communicate on their behalf.

Seeing Cheng Kaiyuan actually come to find her, Gao Yaqin's first reaction was that something big had happened. Old Li has been taking a bit too much medicine lately; could it be that he suddenly did that?

"There's a matter; is it convenient for you?"

Cheng Kaiyuan cautiously scanned the corridor left and right, and seeing no one, he handed over the envelope in his hand.

"What is this? A letter?"

Gao Yaqin didn't want to take it, but out of trust in Cheng Kaiyuan and the normal relationship between comrades, she still took it.

"Hmm, after we separated, I went to the roof to blow off some steam and took a look at the night view of the industrial zone."

Cheng Kaiyuan frowned and explained, "When I returned to my room, I found this at the entrance."

"Was it stuffed through the door crack?"

Gao Yaqin looked at the envelope carefully; there was no handwriting on it, nor any special markings.

Do you think envelopes in this era all have special markings? Are they all produced by printing factories?

No, the post office also recognizes envelopes you glue yourself, as long as the specifications and size meet the requirements.

There are experts who can use a pen to replicate all the frames and lines needed for an envelope.

Of course, replicating envelopes is a daily necessity and not a mistake; there are experts who can use a red pen to replicate official seals—that is truly seeking one's own death.

The envelope in Gao Yaqin's hand had neither frames nor lines; it was just a kraft paper envelope.

"It should be; it was right at the entrance."

Cheng Kaiyuan's brows were tightly furrowed, his gaze still cautiously scanning left and right from time to time.

Although he had never been responsible for security work, he had heard Li Xuewu say that after criminals leave the scene, they can't help but return to the scene to watch the excitement out of curiosity.

He didn't know if the person who stuffed this letter into his room would return; after all, he wasn't a professional.

Gao Yaqin looked at the opening of the envelope; it wasn't sealed with glue, nor was it folded. It looked like they had met an old hand, or perhaps someone had given them pointers.

Generally speaking, a letter sent this way is nothing more than two things: reporting others, or threatening oneself.

But as long as any necessary clues are left on the envelope, one can follow the trail and find the target person.

This is a blank envelope, without even water stains or habitual creases; how can one investigate?

Then one can only look at the content of the letter.

"You've already read it?"

She carefully took the letter out of the envelope and opened it slowly, only then seeing the original appearance of the letter.

To what extent must this person be cautious? There is no text on the envelope, and there are words on the letter paper, but they weren't written by a person; they were printed.

Someone said, isn't printing easier to investigate?

As long as you search the nearby printing factories and screen the printing factory workers, you will definitely find the person involved.

Yes, this person is so cautious; could they not have thought of this point?

It is said to be printed font, but it was all cut out from newspapers, pasted on piece by piece.

What the hell is this trying to do!

There aren't many words on the letter; going to such lengths to hide oneself also proves that they don't need many words.

"How should this situation generally be handled?"

Gao Yaqin's brows were tightly furrowed, and she looked at Cheng Kaiyuan with dissatisfaction, as if blaming him for dragging her into the water.

Cheng Kaiyuan also had a bitter face and said, "It's precisely because I don't know how to handle it that I came to ask you."

"Your seniority in working in enterprises is not more than mine; you say you don't know how to handle it?"

Gao Yaqin glanced at him and shook the letter in her hand, saying, "I'll tell you clearly, I don't know how to handle it either."

"Do you mean to take it back and hand it to Deputy Director Su?" Cheng Kaiyuan looked at her, slightly raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then in that case..."

"I didn't say that."

Before he could finish his sentence, Gao Yaqin's brows furrowed even deeper; she stared at him and interrupted, "My meaning is just the meaning of the words themselves; I don't know."

She is such a smart person; how could she fall into Cheng Kaiyuan's trap? This clearly wasn't her pit.

This letter was stuffed into Cheng Kaiyuan's room; what does it have to do with her?

"What's said on this..."

Cheng Kaiyuan took a cigarette case out of his pocket, lit a cigarette, looked at Gao Yaqin, and asked, "Do you think it's true?"

"You don't need to ask me; if you want to investigate, I have absolutely no opinion."

Gao Yaqin handed the letter back and said, "Since this person trusts you, please make the decision to handle it yourself."

"After all, we came together."

Cheng Kaiyuan didn't take the letter, but took a puff of his cigarette and said, "How about giving Comrade Xuewu a call?"

"I'll say it again: it's up to your handling."

Gao Yaqin was unmoved; she shook the letter in her hand, signaling Cheng Kaiyuan to take it quickly.

This letter truly became a hot potato; she didn't want to take it, and he didn't want to take it either.

"Then let's leave it with you for now; I'll talk to the Secretary-General tomorrow morning."

Cheng Kaiyuan is an old fox of many years; seeing Gao Yaqin wouldn't take the bait, he turned around and took a step back. Before Gao Yaqin could react, he had already walked quickly toward his room.

Seeing him act so inhuman, not even wanting face, Gao Yaqin was furious.

"General Manager Cheng—General Manager Cheng—Cheng!"

By the time Gao Yaqin finished the last word, Cheng Kaiyuan had already entered his room; she couldn't even catch up.

Fine, fine, fine, Old Cheng, so this is how you play!

Seeing Cheng Kaiyuan not acting like a person, she stopped being polite. She walked to the entrance of Cheng Kaiyuan's room and casually stuffed the envelope inside.

It's just that she overestimated Cheng Kaiyuan's character and underestimated how shameless the other party was.

She really did stuff the envelope through the door crack, but guess what happened?

Hey! The door crack was actually blocked by the carpet at the entrance inside the room; it wouldn't go in no matter what.

Gao Yaqin was even angrier; so you had been planning to scheme against me all along!

She shouldn't have bothered with this nosy business, and even less should she have trusted the other party or treated them as a comrade.

At this time of night, she couldn't keep standing at his door pacing, and even less could she knock and shout.

Listen, General Manager Cheng and General Manager Gao are arguing; everyone in the building would want to come and watch the excitement.

She couldn't do that; otherwise, she would be the one losing face.

In the middle of the night, what are you doing standing at General Manager Cheng's door clutching a letter? Reciting poetry?

But Gao Yaqin felt unwilling; why should she? What does this matter have to do with her?

She wanted to casually throw the envelope in the corridor, but she was afraid this letter would cause unnecessary twists and turns.

But if she took the letter back, then even if this matter had nothing to do with her, now it did.

Who could explain clearly how this letter got into her hands? If Cheng Kaiyuan shamelessly said he didn't know, wouldn't she be the one stuck?

Go directly to Li Xuewu?

Stop joking; in the middle of the night, why call Li Xuewu back? How could this letter be handed over?

At that time, not only would Li Xuewu be embarrassed and annoyed with her, but the person who prepared this letter would also be annoyed with her.

Pleasing no one; you tell me, isn't she wronged?

Wronged is wronged, but she had no other way; she could only glare fiercely at Cheng Kaiyuan's door and say viciously, "Hmph! If you have the ability, don't sleep all night—"

What does this mean?

She knew that at this very moment, that old ghost Cheng Kaiyuan was squatting at the door, blocking the crack with the carpet.

Can the other party hear what she said?

Of course they can hear; perhaps they are even gloating now, finally having kicked the ball away.

But what else could Gao Yaqin do? She could only take the letter back to her room.

Scolding in the street at the door?

Hehe, wouldn't that make Cheng Kaiyuan laugh to death? How proud he is now, Gao Yaqin could imagine it.

Be proud, let's see how long you can be proud!

Gao Yaqin came to work at the Red Star factory; she really didn't have any plans to develop here for a long time. In five or six years, who could she have a conflict with?

Therefore, it is generally believed in the agency that the group leader with the best temper and the most earnest work is Deputy General Manager Gao.

But not today; Gao Yaqin really treated Cheng Kaiyuan as a bastard, as an enemy.

Always being tricked, and every trick is different!

She is just young; she hasn't seen such a shameless person, and even less has she seen the bottom line in the workplace.

Bottom line?

What the hell, there is no bottom line here!

Gao Yaqin used to think the old foxes in the agency were hard enough to deal with; now she knows there are many types of old foxes, and Cheng Kaiyuan's type is called an "old silver coin" (insidious old fox).

"One corn is a 'dang', two corns are a 'dang', three corns are a 'dang'."

Banggeng's mouth hadn't rested since the morning; he was babbling even while running. He really grew a "naturally aspirated" mouth.

Li Xuewu was annoyed by his listening and pointed to the weathered stones in the park to remind him: if you talk too much, wind gets into your mouth, and then your teeth will be just like these stones.

Every time Banggeng ran to the stones, he would slow down his pace to take a look; after a long time, he actually started paying attention to brushing his teeth.

Brushing teeth solved the problem of tooth weathering, but it didn't delay him from talking.

When Zhou Wang Yamei came back last time and heard Li Xuewu's complaints, she laughingly explained to him that this is a normal reaction to a boy's puberty.

What reaction?

They will learn the way adults talk, constantly trial and error, speaking of principles they heard or saw that they think are correct, but are actually nonsense.

These grand principles are naturally correct from a child's perspective, but from the perspective of utilitarian adults, they are just endless nonsense.

Li Xuewu is fine; this child isn't his own, so if he doesn't want to listen, he just avoids him.

Zhou Wang Yamei reminded him that it might be better to use Banggeng to practice, so that when Li Shu and Li Ning grow up later...

Before she finished this sentence, Li Xuewu had already widened his eyes in horror.

Li Xuewu wasn't afraid of Li Ning talking too much, but was afraid of his daughter Li Shu becoming a "babbling little fairy."

How could Li Shu be a little fairy? She is a big demon king; by then, she would be a babbling big demon king!

Wen Saner came to the house to find him about something, and seeing Banggeng, he also joked, saying his mouth was rented—he felt a loss if he didn't talk for a minute.

Banggeng really didn't feel he talked too much, and didn't take their words to heart; he said what he wanted to say.

In the morning, he exercised with Wu Shu; he talked while Wu Shu ran. The more he talked, the faster Wu Shu ran. He chased and chased until he couldn't speak anymore, so he could only wait until he got home to talk.

But when he got home, Wu Shu went upstairs to take a shower, and he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast; who could talk to him?

It didn't matter if no one talked; he could nag for an entire morning by himself.

Just take putting corn in the pot; he picked up an ear and "dang-ed," doing everything with accompaniment.

"Is three corns enough to eat?"

Banggeng took the steamed buns out of the refrigerator to himself and said, "Of course not enough, so I have to add two more buns; I'm really too smart—"

Li Xuewu had changed his clothes and came down from upstairs. Hearing his self-talk, he only prayed inwardly that Li Shu would grow up happily and not grow crooked.

With his daughter's temper, combined with this chatterbox, even the neighborhood aunts wouldn't be her match.

He didn't need a "heroine who debates with scholars" in his family; just growing up well is enough.

"Wu Shu, what vegetables are we eating in the morning?"

Banggeng opened the refrigerator, pointed to the jars and cans inside, and said, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make."

"Do I need you to make it? Isn't this just canned food?"

Li Xuewu looked at the confident Banggeng, speechless, and reminded him, "If your master knew you learned his skills but cooked like this, he could hack you to death."

"Hey—" Banggeng shook his head slightly and said, "I've also read so many books that I know why crooked paths are hated by the secular world."

He took a can of diced sour beans from the refrigerator, shook it, and after cutting it open with a knife, poured it into a bowl.

This wasn't the end; what high technical content is there in eating sour beans? He opened another can of diced meat and stir-fried it in the pot with hot lard.

A smell of oily smoke flew up; he stir-fried the fat meat, added the sour beans and chili into the pot, gave it a stir, and it was out of the pot.

"Dishes are here—"

Banggeng mimicked the waiter in the restaurant, carried the plate, and set it on the table.

Hey! Don't say, this dish of sweet and sour diced meat actually looks quite authentic!

Just say whether the diced meat and diced sour beans were cut finely or not; ordinary cooks couldn't cut them so carefully.

Banggeng only added one extra procedure to this dish, and that was the chili found in the vegetable garden.

The sourness of the sour beans is fixed; the spiciness depends entirely on his mastery of the craft.

The only characteristic of this dish is speed. An ordinary skilled cook making such a dish, counting the time for preparation and seasoning, wouldn't it take twenty minutes?

But it's not needed here for Banggeng; how much time does it take to open a can? He can also be considered a proper cook.

"What is this dish called?" Li Xuewu sat down and picked up a bun, saying, "Let's just call it 'canned food stir-fried with canned food'."

"That won't do—" Banggeng shook his big head and said, "If this dish is called 'canned food stir-fried with canned food', then how do I count making braised pork tomorrow? Stir-fried canned food?"

"High! Chef Jia, you are really high!"

Li Xuewu gave Banggeng a thumbs up and "praised," "I really am seeing such an excellent cook as you for the first time."

"Regardless of the craft, just for this shameless spirit of yours, you will definitely have great success in the future!"

"Don't disregard the craft—"

Banggeng pushed the dish forward and signaled him, saying, "Wu Shu, try my craft."

"Hmm, delicious, really delicious."

Li Xuewu tasted a bite and nodded continuously, saying, "The craft of the workers in the cannery is really good."

"What is that? I made this."

Banggeng said with slight dissatisfaction, "What does it have to do with the workers?"

"That's right, you stirred this dish."

Li Xuewu nodded in recognition, picked up a bean, and reminded him, "This was washed, cut, and pickled by the workers."

He picked up a piece of diced meat and reminded Banggeng, "This was cut and cooked by the workers."

After finishing, he pointed to the dish and nodded, saying, "This dish of yours fully embodies the importance of cooperation; there is nothing that cannot be solved by cooperation."

"What does this have to do with cooperation!"

Banggeng was anxious; he scooped a spoonful of sweet and sour diced meat, stuffed it into a bun, and ate it in big mouthfuls.

"Anyway, I feel my craft now is not a bit weaker than my master's."

"Just say this to my face; I'll just take it as you being young, impulsive, and blowing smoke."

Li Xuewu looked at him amusedly and said, "If you see your master, don't talk like this."

"If he knew you were cultivating your culinary skills like this, he could abolish you and clean up the sect."

"If you don't say it, who would know?"

Although Banggeng is reckless, he also knows to want face and has a bit of a bottom line.

Li Xuewu joked about canned food stir-fried with canned food, and he also felt quite embarrassed.

But there's no way; there's nothing else in the house but canned food—vegetables, fish and meat, braised pork...

As long as you can think of making canned food, Red Star Food Factory can do it; even corn kernels can be canned.

Li Xuewu only mentioned it to Banggeng once, saying that canned food is actually very clean and hygienic, cleaner than ordinary restaurants now.

He took it to heart; after telling Wen Saner, the house became a canned food nest.

Li Xuewu really hated himself for having a loose mouth; why mention canned food? Before, he could at least eat some vegetable flavor from the courtyard; now it's good—eating pre-made food decades in advance!

What is this?

This is taking a shortcut of several decades!

From Steel City to Feng City, in an era without highways, it takes at least four hours.

So, are there highways in this era?

No, there are no proper highways, but there are relatively standard expressways, which are national highways.

Why say relatively standard? Because in this era, there were no standards for highway construction.

Do you say gravel roads count as highways?

For many years, some national highways were paved with gravel, and that was considered very good.

Who still remembers when they first saw an asphalt road?

Not to mention the more expensive cement roads of this time.

Three Hongyun No. 1s lined up in a row, with one Antelope security car leading the way in front and one behind.

The security car is both for safety and logistics service; this was prepared by the Metallurgical Plant.

In this era, if you go on a long-distance road, general enterprises will be equipped with security for travel.

There is no need to say the specific reason.

Because the Hongyun No. 1 comes with its own office environment and conditions, Li Xuewu and the other two were in one car, and from the moment they got on, they started discussions on the upcoming negotiations.

They have to determine the division of labor and also agree on the bottom line and goals for the negotiations.

Although this trip to Shenfei is only a preliminary negotiation, it definitely won't achieve any important results or goals.

This negotiation is just mutual probing, just probing each other's bottom line.

Then you say, why not just meet, or just arrange for someone to come and probe each other to save time?

Goodness, some things often require wasting time; where in the world can everything be clear and clean?

It is mutual probing, and it is also the first meeting to determine the negotiation method; this is a protracted war.

Which enterprise's cooperation negotiation is achieved at one stroke? That would be too unrealistic.

"We have to be mentally prepared to talk at least ten or eight times."

Li Xuewu spread his hands and said to the two, "The more it is an enterprise like Shenfei, the more it is a cooperation project needed for parts production, the more troublesome it is."

"We want to carry out comprehensive cooperation, and Shenfei doesn't refuse; Shenfei wants our production advantages, and we can also discuss it."

He pointed his finger at the small desk and emphasized, "When I talked to Wang Xin before, I didn't talk very deeply; it was just a paving and guidance for this negotiation."

"But going to Shenfei today, it's on their turf, so they must have psychological preparation and advantages."

Li Xuewu took the thermos on the table and said, "How to break the situation has become the key today."

Cheng Kaiyuan saw Li Xuewu finish speaking, first looked at Gao Yaqin, and seeing that the other party didn't pay attention to him, not even looking at him, it seemed she really had offended her to death.

Is it worth it? What a small matter!

That letter was really not suitable for him to handle. It says that the relationship between him and Li Xuewu seems very harmonious, and he even helped Li Xuewu advance further in the beginning.

But in reality, what does Li Xuewu take him for?

I won't say what he takes him for; anyway, there is no influence or status, and the relationship between the two is only superficial peace.

If this letter were in his hands, giving it to Li Xuewu would definitely be inappropriate, and handling it privately would violate discipline.

To him, it was a hot potato.

But there was a turning point in Gao Yaqin's hands, because the relationship between Gao Yaqin and Li Xuewu was still okay.

Don't look at the fact that they were competitors for the position of Liaodong Industrial Leadership Team Leader in the beginning; in reality, Gao Yaqin had no preparation at all, nor did she have the strength to compete for this position.

Gao Yaqin was pushed to the front by Li Huai De; if she really had her heart set on Liaodong, she wouldn't have had no preparation at all, letting Li Xuewu fully deploy.

Furthermore, since Li Xuewu came to Liaodong to work, one can tell from his attitude toward Gao Yaqin that both sides had long had a tacit understanding; it was Old Li who was being sentimental.

If that letter were in Gao Yaqin's hands, it would be most appropriate for her to hand it to Li Xuewu.

After all, personal issues don't count much toward work assessments and organizational assessments; after all, Li Xuewu is too young.

Also, from the Red Star factory to the group, there have long been clear regulations regarding supervisory work: anonymous reports will not be handled, unless there are special circumstances.

Does this count as a special circumstance?

In Cheng Kaiyuan's view, this matter can be big or small. The letter says Li Xuewu has another home in Steel City, and even has two illegitimate children, and the whole family lives together.

The letter clearly mentioned that every morning Li Xuewu would take the two illegitimate children for a run...

In Cheng Kaiyuan's view, whoever investigates this is a fool; if Li Xuewu could be found to have illegitimate children, he wouldn't be Li Xuewu.

If he couldn't even pass this hurdle, how did Li Xuewu break through to today, to now?

Which of the many hurdles before this wasn't more difficult than this kind of thing?

And illegitimate children—it's truly a laughingstock of the world.

Li Xuewu is 22 years old this year; the children who can run with him must be at least 6 years old, right?

That is to say, Li Xuewu must have had this condition before he was 15.

If the child is 7, then it must be even earlier.

If the child is 8, then Li Xuewu at that time was also a child; let alone the environment, first use your brain to consider the ability problem.

What did the letter say?

One looks like fourteen or fifteen, the other looks like seven or eight, and they look very similar to Li Xuewu.

Oh my—

Cheng Kaiyuan was also pulling his hair when he saw this letter; he really couldn't imagine that Li Xuewu had this ability when he was 7.

So he had absolutely no interest in investigating this letter, and even less did he want to use it to cause trouble.

You think this letter is unreasonable, but have you ever thought about how this letter broke through the security at the guesthouse entrance and bypassed the guesthouse staff to be stuffed into his room?

Cheng Kaiyuan didn't want to consider these problems, but he had to show his proper attitude:

He is not a fool, and even less a knife for someone else to kill with; isn't this insulting his intelligence?

Li Xuewu didn't know what happened last night; he was talking about work very seriously, but Gao Yaqin was angry, Cheng Kaiyuan was helpless, and both of them appeared a bit absent-minded.

Of course, Li Xuewu could understand these things; after all, it was a long journey, from the capital to Steel City, and now from Steel City to Feng City.

Hardship is certain, and poor mental state is also very normal. He finished talking about work and asked them to rest more, and that was it.

However, they were getting along just fine yesterday, but today they didn't even speak when they met.

Let alone not speaking when meeting, they didn't even have the most basic eye contact; they were like strangers.

She didn't pick up Cheng Kaiyuan's lead, and she completely ignored Cheng Kaiyuan's response.

This is truly interesting; Li Xuewu's mind is so sensitive; he had long seen the performance of the two in his eyes.

Expose it? Adjust it? Of course that's impossible; he knew what was wrong with the two, what if he guessed wrong!

Li Xuewu now suspects that there is some ambiguous relationship between the two; such awkwardness can only be the chasing and fleeing that exists between lovers.

He first looked at Cheng Kaiyuan: Not bad, Old Cheng, you really have it!

Then he looked at Gao Yaqin: I never expected you to be this kind of person—

After looking at the two, he held his water cup and chuckled with his head down:

At this age, you guys still play so wildly. ===== CHAPTER 1437 =====