Chapter 1455: Haven't Been a Big Brother for Many Years

"Big Brother, did we implicate you?"

Standing in the corner were four or five half-grown boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, all carrying school bags diagonally.

Although primary school had already restored teaching order, the shortage of teachers was quite significant.

It was not only the contradiction between the strength of the teaching staff and the number of students, but also the social background.

To put it bluntly, the remaining teachers were afraid; they were afraid of which wind would blow them away.

Don't look at the strict school spirit and management of the Red Star Steel Group United Education School; that was because there were three representative teams of the Third Guard Regiment to bottom out.

To this day, Wang Xiaoqin had stepped down from almost all positions in the group, but still concurrently served as the vice principal of ideological education at the United School.

For those who dared to cause trouble, there was no need for teachers to take action; the moral education instructors could make them become obedient babies.

But this situation was special after all; it was one of the signs of the Red Star Steel Group's completion of independent teaching system construction, which other schools could not do.

Bang Geng was so naughty at Red Star Primary School; after he went to United Middle School, he never caused trouble again, but it was true that he didn't like reading.

Steel City has good schools, but most are government primary or middle schools for various units.

Guanshan Road didn't have any good schools, and even if they did, they wouldn't let their students linger outside the school during class time, and still contact off-campus personnel like Bang Geng.

From the address, it seemed to be determined that these few middle school students actually recognized Bang Geng as their big brother.

It really was "the monk from outside chants better scriptures"; Bang Geng had never been a leading big brother in Beijing.

"What kind of talk is this—"

Bang Geng glanced at the person who just spoke and said, "Jianghu loyalty; as a big brother, do I care about being implicated or not?"

"Don't worry, I'm just going out for a period of time to avoid the limelight."

He didn't allow his little brothers to say anything more, waved his hand and said, "Besides, I have things to do going to Fengcheng, not entirely to avoid the limelight."

"Wow—"

The youngest of these few teenagers exclaimed in surprise and asked, "Is it that the boss's boss has arrangements for you to do, Boss?"

"Going to Fengcheng? That's very far!"

Other teenagers also exclaimed in surprise, "Is there any special mission?"

"That is of course—"

Bang Geng raised his hand, wiped his nose dashingly with his thumb, and said proudly, "Our organization is very large, and everywhere needs people to do things."

"Then aren't you very important, Boss!"

It was still the youngest one; he asked with some surprise, "Arranging for you to do things in such a far place must be very dangerous."

"What's there to be afraid of with danger!" Bang Geng glared at him and said, "The biggest taboo in walking the Jianghu is being afraid of wolves in front and tigers behind; the more afraid you are, the more dangerous it is, understand?"

Seeing everyone nodding like chickens pecking at rice, he then slowed down his voice and said, "Your boss, I, am also someone who broke out from Beijing."

Bang Geng shook his head and said in a tone of recalling the past, "Back then, I held a scraper in my hand, fought from South Street to North Street, and fought back from North Street to South Street!"

He raised his hand and pointed at his eyes, saying, "Dozens of people were knocked down by me, and I didn't even blink."

"Wow—"

The teenagers exclaimed in shock in unison, looking at Bang Geng with admiration and awe.

Just like the time their boss took righteous action and helped them beat away the high-grade students who blocked the road, they looked at him like this too.

"I, Jia Geng, rely on three things to walk the Jianghu." Bang Geng stretched out three fingers and gestured, "Ruthless enough, loyal, and many brothers."

"Big Brother is righteous!"

"Big Brother is good!"

"Big Brother is mighty and domineering!"

Watching their boss be so majestic, the teenagers applauded and cheered in unison, wishing they could wave flags and shout for their boss to help with the momentum.

It wasn't bragging; their boss had great prestige in this area.

Of course, prestige wasn't blown out, but beaten out with fists one by one.

Having received the boss's life-saving grace, these few half-grown teenagers recognized him as their boss, so they wouldn't be bullied in the future.

If they were bullied, as long as they mentioned their boss's name, they could deter one side.

The boss had said that there was a saying in the Jianghu: follow the wrong boss and step into the abyss.

This sentence was not wrong at all; since following the boss, they had never been bullied again.

On the contrary, relying on the boss's help and support, they could also do some small business at school.

Snacks that were hard to buy off-campus could easily be obtained in their boss's hands.

Naturally, it was impossible to sell them at the supply and marketing cooperative price; if you had money, you couldn't buy them at the supply and marketing cooperative either.

Specially doing second-hand business to earn a huge price difference made these few kids' lives become interesting.

Even when the boss was about to run away, they still came to see him off very loyally.

You have to know that the boss conquered them with only two sentences back then; he was so cultured.

First sentence: I am a wild horse, not a return journey; I will definitely eradicate despicable villains!

Second sentence: Don't tell me about being young and frivolous; I only know that the winner is king.

Look, could someone without culture say such things? Even if they were given three years to finish middle school, they might not be so cultured.

Big Brother is Big Brother! High!

"Sigh—no way—"

Bang Geng gradually lost himself in the words of "Big Brother" and worship, daring to say anything.

"If it weren't for something big happening in Fengcheng, and the brothers of the same sect couldn't handle it, the people above wouldn't have let your boss go to handle it."

He shook his head with emotion and said, "In the time of organizational crisis, I have to stand up and carry the flag; who let me be the best fighter in our organization."

"Boss, you must take care!"

Teenagers were always passionate and sentimental; they looked at Bang Geng reverently and wished sincerely, "I hope you will be smooth this time."

"Don't worry, that matter is difficult for the brothers in Fengcheng, but in your boss's hands, it doesn't count as anything."

Bang Geng raised his thumb to gesture toward himself and said, "I only need to make a slight move, and it's already the limit of our organization, understand?"

"Hmm hmm hmm—"

The teenagers nodded in unison again, as if they had practiced it, and applauded at the same time.

Bang Geng instructed proudly, "After I leave, don't be too high-profile; everything will be decided after I come back; this is for your own good."

"Don't blame society for being ruthless, look at whether you can do it yourself. The water is too deep, the wind is too big; without strength, don't talk. Wind, flowers, snow, and moon on ice, without strength, don't provoke trouble; do you all know?"

"Know, know—"

The teenagers continued to nod, indicating they would listen to Big Brother and follow the organization.

Don't underestimate them; they were also people with an organization, although they weren't qualified to know what the organization they were in was called, but!

But, they knew what the small team they were in was called—Steel City Hero Guerrilla Team.

This name is domineering, right!

Scared silly, right!

Never heard of it, right!

Their team leader was the boss; privately they would call him Boss, which felt intimate, but on the scene, they had to call him Team Leader Jia.

"That's it, wait for me to come back."

Team Leader Jia waved his hand dashingly, turned around and said with emotion, "Life is so bumpy; if you don't have two skills, don't be a big brother."

"What's the situation with the No. 4 blast furnace?"

Li Xuewu picked up the document at hand and looked at it, frowning more and more.

Liu Yongnian, who was sitting across from his desk, also explained with a serious face, "I have already organized relevant personnel to conduct a comprehensive investigation, and the preliminary results show that it is not our problem."

"Then whose problem is it?"

Li Xuewu's gaze crossed the situation explanation in his hand and stared at Liu Yongnian's face.

This did not cause any nervous emotion in the deputy factory director in charge of industrial production at the Metallurgical Plant.

He had been at the Metallurgical Plant for less than two years, and the technical transformation work of the Metallurgical Plant had been started and implemented as early as three years ago.

What had just been reported to the Secretary-General was the situation explanation regarding the No. 4 blast furnace of the Metallurgical Plant appearing in three consecutive production accidents within a month.

This was not common in past production work and had already attracted the attention of the factory.

The head of the Metallurgical Plant was served by Group Secretary-General Li Xuewu, and his work during his absence from Steel City was mainly responsible by Executive Deputy Factory Director Yang Zongfang.

When the No. 4 blast furnace had problems, Liu Yongnian did not communicate with Yang Zongfang for the first time, but wanted to solve the problem himself.

Unfortunately, the accident did not give him time for investigation and rectification, and the second and third accidents occurred one after another; Yang Zongfang directly started the emergency plan and bypassed the factory office to put out the fire of the No. 4 blast furnace.

Liu Yongnian was of course very annoyed by Yang Zongfang's approach and attitude, but the occurrence of three accidents made him unable to argue.

Just at this critical moment, Secretary-General Li Xuewu suddenly returned to Steel City from Fengcheng.

Liu Yongnian also knew that it was not a blessing if it was a disaster, and it was a disaster that could not be avoided; he went to the Secretary-General's office to report early in the morning.

Li Xuewu did not intend to make things difficult for him; the accountability procedure must always be placed behind the problem handling, and problems could not be allowed to happen a second time.

Of course, Liu Yongnian's attitude was still very sincere; he spoke of the matter as it was and did not shirk responsibility.

"I must bear the responsibility for not immediately starting the emergency procedure after the first accident occurred, and blindly being arrogant, causing the second and third accidents."

He first admitted his mistake, and then expounded on the design problem of the No. 4 blast furnace.

"If there is a problem with the design plan, then who was the person who reviewed this plan back then?"

Li Xuewu listened to his statement, tapped the situation explanation at hand, and looked at him and asked, "If there is a problem with the design, why didn't accidents occur during the previous production activities?"

"A problem with the design plan does not mean that problems will definitely occur during the production process."

Liu Yongnian frowned and emphasized, "This is not a coincidence, but an inevitability; the difference is only the early or late occurrence of safety production accidents."

"I agree with your point of view."

Li Xuewu nodded very clearly, and then said, "But you must give me a detailed and theoretically substantiated true evidence."

He pushed the situation explanation at hand back and said, "This thin piece of paper cannot explain the problem you want to talk about at all."

"Also, the investigation of the problem cannot only be aimed at the accident itself or the work itself."

Li Xuewu's tone suddenly became severe, and he looked at him and emphasized, "Those related to production accidents and the causes of accidents must also be determined clearly."

"I can only give you three days; tomorrow I am going to Fengcheng to accompany Director Zhou of Shenfei back to Beijing to handle the signing matters; I will leave relevant issues to report to Director Li and the Group Management Committee on the 18th."

He withdrew his sharp gaze and picked up a document from the thick stack of work documents prepared for him by Zhang Enyuan to read.

"You can fight alone, or you can seek help from other comrades."

Li Xuewu's tone was very steady, as if he were talking to himself, which made Liu Yongnian sweat on his forehead.

Although this was not a warning, it was better than a warning; what was the most combative slogan of the Red Star Steel Group?

It was: Unity is strength.

Group Management Committee Director and General Manager Li Huai De often kept this sentence on his lips.

If the team is not united, Director Li will be annoyed.

"I will go back and arrange it now."

Liu Yongnian stood up, and without getting a reply from the Secretary-General, he could only walk out awkwardly.

Zhang Enyuan, who was standing by the file cabinet organizing documents, put down the work in his hand and sent him off.

"The Secretary-General has a lot of work today, and there are many people to see."

After going out, Zhang Enyuan spoke for the first time in an unprecedented way.

He did not look at Liu Yongnian, but lowered his head slightly and said while walking, "He had already heard about the problem of the No. 4 blast furnace when he was in Beijing, and even called to inquire after arriving in Fengcheng."

What was Zhang Enyuan saying?

Was he leaking the Secretary-General's work?

Not at all; he was explaining why the Secretary-General expressed dissatisfaction with the situation explanation submitted by Deputy Factory Director Liu Yongnian, including that sentence just now.

Liu Yongnian was not a rookie who had just started working, so he naturally understood his words.

The Secretary-General's control over the various industrial enterprises under the Liaodong Industrial Leadership Group, including the Metallurgical Plant, was beyond his imagination.

When the No. 4 blast furnace had a problem, he knew it for the first time in Beijing.

Liu Yongnian's heart skipped a beat, and he also realized that such things could not be hidden at all.

Since the Secretary-General already knew in advance, he didn't take the initiative to call him to inquire.

This must be because he knew that he had acted on his own and did not report the accident to Yang Zongfang for coordination and handling, which was why there was dissatisfaction today.

Time was given to him, and the opportunity was given to him, but he didn't grasp it.

This negligence and arrogance even caused the occurrence of the second and third accidents, resulting in an accident with 13 casualties in the production workshop; he could not shirk the responsibility.

The reason why he was not immediately removed from his post was to look at his past performance and to give him a chance to make up for his mistakes.

Now that the Secretary-General had returned, he reported the results of the problem, and the responsibility fell on the Secretary-General.

Three days was the last deadline the Secretary-General could fight for him; if he could not provide powerful evidence to support it, he would bear full responsibility for this safety production accident.

No need to think, it must be like this.

The person in charge should report to the superior at the first time of the accident and carry out effective remedial measures and stop production within the scope of responsibility.

But he didn't; he chose to guarantee production capacity, went his own way, and finally brewed a bitter fruit.

If he had reported the problem to Yang Zongfang at the first time, in the case of Li Xuewu's absence, it should have been Yang Zongfang who bore the responsibility.

Now it's good, Yang Zongfang might even want to thank him for taking the initiative to bear the responsibility.

If he could luckily find the design plan problem of the No. 4 blast furnace within three days and determine the relevant responsible person, then he would be saved.

Procedural errors and management reality were things he had the ability to bear; subjective errors were the key.

As long as it was determined that there was a problem with the design plan, then the root cause of the production accident was not him, but that plan and the person who determined and used the plan.

Zhang Enyuan only accompanied him to the door of the large office and stopped his steps.

Liu Yongnian didn't say anything, just still thinking in his heart.

Tracing back from the design to the construction of the No. 4 furnace, it was the design plan and construction plan determined during Dong Wenxue's tenure at the Steel City Metallurgical Plant.

Thinking about the relationship between Secretary-General Li Xuewu and Dong Wenxue, how could this matter be investigated?

What if it was found to be Dong Wenxue's problem? Could Li Xuewu accept this result?

Although he didn't find that Dong Wenxue had any principled problems during his time working at the Metallurgical Plant, one could know a person's face but not their heart; who knew if he had lined his pockets or taken bribes during the design and construction process.

Sometimes investigating a problem is not a problem, but finding a problem is the problem; this is the key problem that makes him difficult.

But now his situation is like an arrow on the string, and he has to fire it.

Clearly, coming to the Secretary-General's office was to hand over the problem to the other side to handle, but the result still fell into his hands.

Li Xuewu didn't recognize his explanation, so what could he do? Asking for a detailed investigation result supported by evidence couldn't be considered an unreasonable excuse.

He had to investigate this accident, and he had to fix the responsible person; otherwise, it wouldn't be him responsible for the investigation, and someone would be responsible for investigating him.

"The cafeteria steamed zucchini meat buns today; leader, aren't you going to have a taste?"

Zhou Peilan brought back her lunch box and was about to enter the office when she heard movement in the leader's office next door, so she poked her head in to take a look.

In the office, the Secretary-General was leaning over the desk, and the fountain pen in his hand had been writing something.

She didn't intend to disturb the leader's work, but the time for eating was about to pass.

When the noon break bell rang, she was held back by work and only managed to get away half an hour later to rush to the cafeteria for a meal.

If calculated this way, when she brought the lunch box back, the leader must not have eaten.

Looking at the time on the watch, it wasn't certain that there would be food if he went at this time.

"Hmm, I'll go in a while."

The Secretary-General replied without raising his head; Zhou Peilan even doubted whether the leader heard her voice and knew who was reminding him to eat.

"The cafeteria is about to stop supply."

Zhou Peilan walked into the office anxiously and asked, "Did Secretary Zhang help you get food?"

"Oh, it's Comrade Peilan."

Li Xuewu raised his head unexpectedly, looked at Zhou Peilan standing at the door and asked, "Why, didn't you go to eat?"

"Leader—" Zhou Peilan helplessly gestured to the watch on her wrist with the lunch box she was holding to remind him, "The meal time is about to pass—"

"Oh, is it? So fast?"

Li Xuewu raised his wrist to look, and was surprised to find that it was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon.

The Metallurgical Plant cafeteria would try its best to ensure the employees' meal time, starting from 11:30 to 12:30, which was considered normal meal time.

To ensure that employees who were delayed by work had food to eat, the cafeteria would leave a window until 1 o'clock to provide food for late employees.

Zhou Peilan got the food from such a window; when she reminded Li Xuewu, it was actually time, which was why she was surprised.

"How come I feel like the off-work bell just rang?"

Li Xuewu put down the fountain pen in his hand, stretched his body and said, "Really didn't notice the time."

"Didn't Secretary Zhang think of you?"

Zhou Peilan raised her eyebrows and said, "He shouldn't have forgotten to remind you."

"He went to Steel Flight; I almost forgot about this." Li Xuewu also patted his head, looked out the window and recalled, "When I got off work, I seemed to have reminded him to help me bring the food back."

"The afternoon work bell is about to ring."

Zhou Peilan looked at the lunch box in her hand reluctantly, helplessly said, "I can't catch up with eating meat buns a few times a year; forget it—"

She pretended to be generous and opened the lunch box, handed it to Li Xuewu, and said, "Share one with you."

"Is this okay?" Li Xuewu looked at her amusedly and asked, "What will you eat if I eat it all?"

"You are going to eat it all!"

Zhou Peilan looked at him helplessly and said, "I only bought two, I can only share one with you; you just guarantee you won't be hungry."

"Hehe, thank you."

Li Xuewu nodded lightly and said, "I'm not hungry yet, you eat it yourself."

"Give it to you, it's a meat bun."

Zhou Peilan was willing this time; she took the initiative to use the box lid to hold one of the buns in the lunch box and placed it directly on Li Xuewu's desk.

"It's zucchini filling; have a taste, there are so many people in the whole factory, it's not easy to eat a meal."

"Good, thank you, let you go hungry." Li Xuewu didn't refuse her kindness again, nodded and said, "I'll treat you next time."

"Forget it, forget it, just one bun."

Zhou Peilan still had this much measure; since the bun had already been sent out, she wouldn't feel it was a pity anymore, and she appeared very casual.

Watching her leave briskly, Li Xuewu felt that this girl was quite interesting.

The work of the Liaodong Industrial Leadership Group office was actually not easy; don't look at his busy work, this was still filtered.

What could be reported to his desk was the result after preliminary processing and screening by the office.

Li Xuewu had already given them authorization for some work, which could be handled according to relevant systems.

With power came responsibility, and with responsibility came obligations.

Needing to bear responsibility and obligations, and exercising power under rules and regulations, the work increased.

Including the director, deputy director, and the one doing chores, there were only four of them in the office.

Each person was responsible for one area, and also had to shoulder the responsibility of industrial enterprise liaison.

Basically busy from morning to night, busier than the employees in the large office of the Metallurgical Plant on the same floor.

Of course, their welfare treatment and salary treatment were also different.

The biggest welfare of groupization for employees was that the salary structure had undergone certain changes.

Under the factory management structure system, there was a lack of financial independence, so even if there was welfare treatment, it was stingy.

But the group management structure was different; after possessing a certain degree of financial management power, a special column appeared in the employee salary: bonus.

That's right, in addition to normal position salary, the group currently provided bonus support.

Special positions, excellent pacesetters, and employees with outstanding achievements could obtain corresponding bonuses after being proposed by department leaders and approved by competent leaders.

For example: a first-level worker position salary is 33 yuan, and the bonus does not exceed 15% of the position salary, which means that a certain first-level worker can get 37 yuan 9 mao 5 fen this month, which is equivalent to a second-level worker.

Is it easy to get a bonus?

Relatively speaking, it was still very easy; the whole group formulated calculation formulas based on the production capacity of various workshop positions in previous years, combined with actual production conditions.

Those who meet the standards will be given a basic bonus, and those who are excellent will be given a higher-level bonus.

Those who make outstanding contributions in their positions, or provide excellent solutions for production processes and technology, can get the highest reward.

The workshop is like this, and the government office is also like this.

The whole group compares business from bottom to top, and determines bonuses from top to bottom.

If a certain department makes excellent achievements, it will submit a bonus application according to the procedure.

According to the established correlation formula, a bonus will fall directly on the department head.

How to reasonably distribute the bonus to the department employees is the responsibility of the department head.

Some people say that once a department head has direct influence on the interests of department personnel, it will create soil for corruption.

This is not wrong, but one needs to look at problems dialectically; is systematic bonus distribution fair and reasonable?

Where are there absolute problems?

Bonus distribution will have reporting channels, and there will also be human resources departments following up on investigations, and even more supervision departments staring at this loophole; who would jump in?

As long as the supervision department acts decisively and does real work, there won't be anyone who will die trying to jump down in the face of such obvious loopholes.

Besides risks, does the department head's right to distribute bonuses have no advantages?

Of course there are, otherwise the group wouldn't have set it up this way; it is to form a united work atmosphere and to improve the enthusiasm of employees.

At the same time, it is also to digest the profit space that the group cannot fully use.

If it were the Red Star Factory period, there were two lines of revenue and expenditure, and the factory had absolutely no financial initiative.

All expenditures depended on appropriations and budgets; if it exceeded, just wait to be cleaned up.

Since the Red Star Factory used the university study activities and related policies to avoid financial collection conditions and developed the construction of tertiary industries, accumulating a large amount of funds, it then had the ability to become a group.

After becoming a group, it would have a certain right to dispose of the profits obtained from enterprise operations.

Including appropriations for coordination and handling, if there is no reasonable reason, it cannot be used up; if it is not used up and taken back by the above, it feels a pity.

Because once so many appropriations and policies cannot be used up, the higher-ups will cut the unused part of this year when making the budget next year.

The higher-ups will theoretically think that the enterprise doesn't need so much budget and will allocate it to other enterprises.

This set of theories basically applies to all enterprises at present, and even public institutions.

Besides operating expenses, the Red Star Steel Group has had bonus expenditures since this year.

Because the industrial leadership group has a unique management structure and directly serves Secretary-General Li Xuewu, the procedure for applying for bonuses is particularly convenient.

And Li Xuewu can see their hard work with his own eyes, so the bonus signing is very quick.

This year is the third year Zhou Peilan has participated in work, and also the second year after completing her internship.

According to the post wage setting, because she is a university graduate, she was a level-1 clerk when she started working, enjoying the cadre post 23-level post wage, which is 49.5 yuan.

When she became a regular employee last year, her post rank was automatically promoted to the clerk level, enjoying the 22-level post wage, which is 56 yuan. This is also her current post wage, also called basic wage.

Besides the post wage, she can get a bonus subsidy that fluctuates up and down by 10% every month.

That is to say, she can get a salary treatment of more than 60 yuan every month, and at most can even get 64.4 yuan.

For a female comrade, being able to earn so much money at an age before marriage, shouldn't her life have been corrupted long ago?

Zhou Peilan really wanted to say that she also wanted to experience a bit of petty-bourgeois sentiment, but unfortunately, there was no time.

No rest on Saturday, depends on the situation on weekends.

It is impossible for the office to only have one person on duty; the four of them have to support each other.

What kind of work intensity is it to only rest two days a month? It is really not an exaggeration to take a bonus.

It's just that she can earn the expenses of five or six people in an ordinary family in a month, and this girl actually still cares about a meat bun.

Hmm, Li Xuewu took a bite of the zucchini-filled meat bun she couldn't bear to eat, and as a result, he stuffed it all into his mouth without eating even a piece of meat.

This is also called a meat bun?

In later generations, it would be criticized by hanging a lamp pole.

But in this era, it was common practice; being able to eat the taste of meat counts as meat, not to mention that white flour is not much cheaper than meat filling.

Let's just say the Red Star Steel Group can provide meat buns in the cafeteria; go look at other industrial enterprises, it's good enough if they can eat their fill.

Working to solve the food and clothing problem of employees is the work that Li Huai De has been most concerned about since he served as the director of the Management Committee, and it is also the work that Li Xuewu has focused on implementing in every position.

Now I have to say that the "Dutch" are really powerful; one ship after another of pork sent in has truly enriched the meat food supply channels in the Northeast region.

The Red Star Steel Group Trade Management Center basically does not face the outside world; the transaction method determines that only affiliated enterprises can obtain corresponding commodity supplies.

Li Xuewu can ask for five tons or ten tons of meat food with one phone call, which is also based on the huge meat food import channels.

Transporting a ship of pork in won't have the "Pipi Shrimp" chasing you, and might even intentionally ignore it.

But if you transport a ship of electrical appliances in, then it's over, because the Red Star Steel Group Steel City Electrical Appliance Factory produces various electrical appliances and even exports them.

Basically, this is the principle; as long as the Northeast region can produce it itself, or even guarantee basic supply, it won't be let in.

Even if the "Pipi Shrimp" can't catch you, someone will announce your information.

Relatively safe are industrial parts, the kind that are particularly scarce in the country; under the pretext of supporting industrial production, they are not even afraid of the "Pipi Shrimp" boarding the ship for inspection.

Li Xuewu was already thinking about Fengcheng while eating a bun.

Xi Yongzhong's disappearance looks accidental, but it is very likely inevitable.

When a project operates to a certain extent, there will be bottlenecks, and there may even be backlash.

The occurrence of all problems has traces to follow, such as the tracing of clues.

Ge Lin and his people are no longer in Fengcheng; receiving news from Nie Liansheng, they are already at the Yingcheng Port wharf, unfolding investigations in a targeted manner.

According to Li Xuewu's requirements, one must see the person if alive, and see the corpse if dead.

"Leader, according to what you said, I have already sent the snacks over."

After Zhang Enyuan got in the car, he reported to the leader who was resting with his eyes closed in the back seat.

He didn't know what exactly happened; he only knew that after returning from Steel Flight, he received instructions from the Secretary-General to go to the Service Department to buy 20 yuan worth of snacks and send them to Zhou Peilan.

The expression on Zhou Peilan's face when she received the snacks was still turning in his mind.

The other party was just blushing, stammering that she didn't want to accept it, but it wasn't that firm.

Zhang Enyuan didn't dare to guess wildly; it was impossible for the Secretary-General to have any ideas about Zhou Peilan, because even if he had ideas and wanted to take care of the other party, he wouldn't have let him come forward, and the gift sent shouldn't have been snacks, and he wouldn't have sent so many snacks to the other party in front of so many people.

You have to know that the snacks in the Service Department are not cheap, and there are almost no channels to obtain these products; they are all sold abroad.

And the snacks in the Service Department have won the love of almost all the girls in the government office.

Zhou Peilan has the ability to buy them, but she hasn't been seen eating them many times.

This time the Secretary-General was so generous, 20 yuan at one shot, which really made the other party's jaw drop.

Not to mention how the Secretary-General who sent the snacks felt, even he, the errand runner, felt surprised.

As for what the relationship actually is, Zhang Enyuan felt it didn't matter anymore.

Just look at the expressions of other comrades in the office and you will know; does this count as a personal reward from the leader?

"Leader, we have arrived at your residence."

Zhang Enyuan's word choice was very precise and had a sense of scale; he would absolutely not say that this was the leader's home.

Li Xuewu had never emphasized these things, and followed his address.

"Hmm, a bit earlier tomorrow morning."

Li Xuewu gave him instructions as if he had taken a nap, and got out of the car from the door opened by the driver.

"Then I will come to pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow morning."

Zhang Enyuan also got out of the car, asked across the car: "I don't know if you need me to accompany you?"

"Forget it, you don't need to run this time."

Li Xuewu stood on the steps and thought for a while, looked back at him and said: "If there is a problem, contact me in time; there are only a few phone numbers."

"I understand, please rest assured."

When responding to this sentence, Zhang Enyuan was already standing on this side of the car, at the position closest to Li Xuewu.

On the self-cultivation of a secretary.

Li Xuewu had never emphasized or required him, but he always had to understand a few rules.

If the work is not done perfectly, and the service cannot satisfy the leader, then he should stop working.

"Wu Shu—"

Captain Jia was even later getting off work than Li Xuewu; Li Xuewu entered the courtyard and he just came back too.

"Didn't help do things at home?"

Li Xuewu looked back at him and turned to continue walking into the house.

Banggeng looked at his back with a guilty conscience, but still followed him with his steps.

"I went to say goodbye to some friends."

He explained with feigned ease: "After all, we knew each other once; who knows when I'll be back."

"Are you so sure you will leave Steel City for Fengcheng?" Li Xuewu said amusedly: "I didn't promise you anything."

"Hey, it's the time when people are needed."

Banggeng followed him like a tail and emphasized: "If I don't help you, who else can you trust?"

"Please rest assured, I won't lose face for you or add trouble to them when I go to Fengcheng."

He raised his hand to guarantee: "I will do my best to help them solve problems..."

"Hehe, solve what problems?"

Li Xuewu walked into the living room with a light laugh and nodded to Zhou Wang Yamei, who was coming down from upstairs.

Zhou Wang Yamei also looked at Banggeng's clumsy performance amusedly, shook her head slightly, and went to the kitchen.

The reason she hadn't left yet was because Li Xuewu was about to return to the capital, and she was a bit worried.

She was even more worried about Fu Zhidong being alone at home, but career and family could not be achieved at the same time; she always had to make trade-offs.

So with Li Xuewu's help, she hired a nanny to take care of Fu Zhidong's life.

Fu Zhidong's most excellent point was his precociousness; he understood the ways of the world early on.

His mother was busy with work, rushing between the capital and Steel City, just to provide him with a better learning environment; of course, he could understand all of this.

Moreover, the capital was the place closest to his uncle, and the United School was even within his uncle's unit.

The more she felt sorry for her son's well-behaved and sensible nature, the more helpless she felt about Banggeng's naughtiness.

How did Qin Huairu raise her child to be like this? Was it free-range?

"Didn't you say someone went missing?"

Banggeng followed him to the sofa, leaned over to his side and said softly: "I can still do a little bit of things; children have small targets."

"Rest assured at home and learn from your Aunt Zhou; what help can you be with your level?"

Li Xuewu deliberately ignored him and reached out to turn on the radio.

Seeing that he really didn't look like he was going to take him to Fengcheng, Banggeng emphasized anxiously: "Really, I have already prepared to sacrifice for the organization; I have the determination to do a good job..."

"Organization? What organization?"

Li Xuewu raised his head, his gaze playfully looking him over and asking: "The Steel City Hero Guerrilla Team?"

"Ah? That..." Banggeng panicked all of a sudden; he had no preparation at all.

Wu Shu was so busy, how could he have time to pay attention to him? Even if he almost let something slip last night, it shouldn't have let Wu Shu guess everything.

"You'd better think it through before you speak."

Li Xuewu propped himself up on the sofa, stood up, and walked to the bathroom; he had to take a bath.

In the living room, Banggeng's face was red and white; he really wasn't sure how Wu Shu knew.

He passionately mistook the one-sided dialogue he heard from Wu Shu as his own career.

Fengcheng was in trouble, and he was of course duty-bound in Steel City.

If it weren't for his team members needing to go to school, he would have dared to take his brothers and fight over there.

Kill gods if gods block, kill Buddhas if Buddhas block.

Let's put it this way, Banggeng now is extremely powerful, even daring to lay hands on adults.

He, who is in his puberty, urgently needs a success to prove his value.

And Fengcheng is the destination for him to show off and brag to his team members.

Not to mention that the few people he beat up badly that day are looking for him, and as for him who can't go to Fengcheng, how should Captain Jia explain it to his brothers?

Once dreamed of walking the world with a sword, but canceled the original plan because he was too fat?

"Wu Shu—"

Banggeng stood at the door of the bathroom, hesitated across the door and said: "I didn't bully anyone; it was all the helpless result of my chivalry."

"Oh—helpless—"

Li Xuewu's voice was leisurely, coming from the bathroom.

"It seems you've been reading a lot of books lately, even your explanations have become so logical."

"Really, I didn't do any bad things."

Banggeng pushed open half of the door, looked at Wu Shu in the bathtub and emphasized: "I was also helping the weak when I saw injustice; it was them who followed me and wouldn't let go."

"So you became the big brother?"

Li Xuewu closed his eyes slightly, lying in the bathtub and said: "Is my little temple not going to be able to hold you, Captain Jia?"

"I heard you have brothers?"

Zhou Wang Yamei came out of the kitchen, looked at Banggeng amusedly and asked: "Are there 107 of them?"

"This isn't Water Margin."

Banggeng's face was as red as a prawn, as if his inner heart had been peeped into.

Especially the team name that made people blush, and his title as the team leader.

PS: I really want to write 20,000, really want to make up for the chapters, but the home renovation has reached the civil engineering part; the water here is too deep, if I don't stare at it, it will be vague; I have been staring from 6:30 in the morning until 6:00 in the evening, no matter how tired I am, I have to write until 11:00 at night.

Everyone, please understand; when the renovation company takes over and I don't have to stare at it every day, I will definitely make up for the chapters.