Chapter 1460

Old people often say that young people don't use their brains when doing things, relying entirely on a burst of ruthlessness and recklessness.

How ruthless can young people be when they get reckless?

Let's put it this way: Banggeng, trapped in the mud pit, paid the price of being covered in mud and water to perfectly interpret what it means to jump over a wall when a dog is desperate.

And those who had been chasing Banggeng, now surrounded and intercepted by Seeing Gelin and the others, explained what it means for a rabbit to bite when desperate with their fierce struggle as trapped beasts.

"Screw your mother—"

Banggeng spat out a mouthful of mud and water, the disgusting taste still lingering in his mouth.

This drainage ditch only came in handy during the rainy season; normally, it was used for sewage discharge or even seawater backflow.

Inland drainage ditches would definitely be overgrown with weeds if not cleaned regularly.

But the ditch Banggeng fell into didn't have a single weed; there were, however, plenty of rotten grass roots and household waste.

Banggeng stood shivering on the ridge, watching the black shadows chasing in the night, his breath so heavy he almost vomited his previous night's meal.

He looked back at the drainage ditch he had just fallen into, still feeling lingering fear.

It didn't look deep, but if you fell in, you absolutely couldn't climb out unless you took off your clothes and used your feet to kick out a relay point; otherwise, you could only be a loach.

Now you know how Banggeng climbed out; his little loach fish could testify to that.

Late September, still on the seaside of Yingcheng, gusts of sea breeze blew over, and the originally small loach fish gradually turned into a small shrimp.

"Talking about coming to learn, to train, to see the world—well, I really saw something today!"

He rubbed his arms with both hands, wanting the clothes in the mud pit, but afraid of falling in again.

There was no other way; he could only complain while smearing the sticky black mud onto his body.

Don't say it doesn't work; this stuff wasn't as light as clothes, but it could keep him warm, it just stank a bit.

"Awoo—"

A series of howls sounded in the distance; these weren't the strange mating calls of wild wolves, but the cries of a desperate rabbit that had been bitten—the cry of a beast about to die is mournful.

Banggeng felt much warmer and had recovered some of his composure, so he took heavy steps, following the sound, stepping deep and shallow as he searched for them.

He wasn't afraid of danger because he could see Seeing Gelin leading many people to surround them, and the wailing sound wasn't coming from Seeing Gelin and the others.

Even if he couldn't question that fat man about why he had abandoned him alone at this moment, he had to ask those who had chased him what their intentions were.

Damn it, he was just a good boy who had just come out of the train station; how had he gotten in their way? Why chase him!

"It doesn't matter, you have ten fingers."

Seeing Gelin squatted on the ridge, tilted his head, and carefully negotiated with the young man pinned under Er Gazi: "I only want one finger from you at a time."

"Screw your grandmother—"

The young man really had guts; facing Seeing Gelin's ruthlessness, he could still curse out loud.

"Full of spirit, congratulations."

Seeing Gelin shook the crowbar in his hand and aimed it at the white finger pressed on the ridge, then struck down.

There was no need to mention his strength; at Old Baduo's place, he was like a beast.

After returning to the interior with Li Xuewu, he didn't have to worry about food or drink, and his body grew even more robust.

Xilin hadn't shortchanged him; their combined salaries were enough for him to maintain a good physique.

"Don't shout, don't shout!" Er Gazi was also a ruthless man; just as Seeing Gelin made his move, he quickly grabbed a handful of black mud and blocked the mouth of the person under him, exactly at the moment the man was about to scream.

"Woo—woo—"

A handful of black mud was stuffed into his mouth; the man couldn't shout a fart, and almost choked to death.

In the dark night, one couldn't see the man's complexion, only that his whole body was trembling, not as tough as when he was cursing just now, which also showed that Seeing Gelin hadn't held back.

The other accomplices, also pinned to the ground, heard the whimpering and trembled along with him.

In the wilderness, digging a pit and burying them would have been more merciful than this atmosphere.

"In the middle of the night, you're howling like a ghost; I'm scared—"

Er Gazi was even better at causing trouble; he shook the head of the man under him with a grin, giving the other party a chance to spit out the mud in his mouth.

"Ergh—blegh—"

The man retched, disgusted, and trembled with the fear of his consciousness.

He could no longer feel the pain because half of his arm had lost sensation; this was the body's self-protection mechanism under intense pain.

But once this time passed, the pain would come like a tide; that would be the hard part to endure.

"The long night is slow; you have a chance to consider it slowly. The difference between saying it early and saying it late is just how many fingers you have left. I don't care."

Seeing Gelin's voice in the dark night was like a devil tempting one to sink, and looking at his exotic, rugged face, he looked even more like a Rakshasa crawled out of hell.

"What do you want me to say?" The young man, with black mud water flowing from his mouth, struggled to lift his head to look at the brawny man close at hand, his eyes fixed as he said: "I don't know anything, don't make things difficult for us."

"I'm not making things difficult for you; it's you making things difficult for me—" Seeing Gelin tilted his head and advised kindly: "I've waited for you for so long, and you didn't say you'd come find me. Today we finally bumped into each other; wouldn't it be a pity not to have a good chat?"

He was ruthless; just as he was saying this, while the man was vaguely recovering from the pain, the crowbar in his hand struck down again.

This time Er Gazi didn't have time to react; the man roared, his body stiffened and jerked, almost flipping him over.

However, given his weight and the pressing posture, even if the man were an ox, he would have to lie flat honestly.

But when the man roared, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind Seeing Gelin, giving him a start.

How to describe it? It was just very black, yo.

Not only Er Gazi, but everyone else who could see this black shadow was stunned.

That is to say, there were many people on the scene, and there were flashlights; otherwise...

"Damn you—"

Before Er Gazi could curse, he saw the black person come up and slap him; this slap completely stunned him, to the point where he couldn't even curse.

Once upon a time, he was also a tough guy who had traveled north and south; who dared to slap his face?

Today he had met a tough nut; the one he was pinning down couldn't be let go, and he couldn't retaliate after being slapped—it was too damn frustrating.

Seeing Gelin had actually heard the movement behind him, but he hadn't paid attention because he had sensed the other party's footsteps.

He also hadn't expected the fat boy to have the guts to dare to hit someone.

"If I hadn't lost my scraper, today I would definitely let you know what it means to be transparent."

The black person spoke, his voice hoarse and cursing in a duck-like voice, as he was in the middle of his voice-changing period.

Er Gazi recognized him, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh out loud.

You say he should be angry; the slap he took was indeed unjust, as abandoning Banggeng was Seeing Gelin's idea.

You say he should laugh out loud; the little black person covered in mud from head to toe was truly amusing.

This little brat's display of ruthlessness had no ferocity at all; he talked tough, but he hadn't seen blood yet.

"Talk is cheap."

Er Gazi wiped his waist, and a dagger was stuck in front of Banggeng's toes.

"I have a fat pig here; come and bleed the pig. Don't tell the proprietor when you return to Steel City that you came to Yingcheng for nothing and didn't see anything."

The scene went quiet for a moment, with only the whimpering of the man under Er Gazi—he was in a lot of pain, probably in a dazed state, not knowing what others were saying.

Banggeng looked at Er Gazi; this fat man was looking at him with a provocative gaze.

He looked at Seeing Gelin beside him; the big guy also had an indifferent expression.

Needless to say about the others; he hadn't come to Yingcheng to look at their faces either.

"Ever heard of the Red Star Knife?"

Banggeng was put on the spot and could only bite the bullet and brag; when he bent down to pick up the dagger, mud was still falling off him, and he couldn't help but shiver as the cold wind blew.

He wanted to pee—

He wasn't convinced by Er Gazi and hated the other party for plotting against him, so he couldn't lose face no matter what.

Er Gazi seemed to be in a standoff with him, not saying a word, just looking at him bragging indifferently.

The more he was like this, the more Banggeng couldn't get off the stage, and the dagger in his hand felt like it weighed ten thousand jin.

What Er Gazi was pinning down wasn't a fat pig for the New Year; that whimpering thing was a person.

Banggeng, who had never used real weapons, resisted from the bottom of his heart letting him have a knife.

It was just an instinct of human nature, and also a restriction of the education he had received; he shouldn't be doing this.

There was always a voice inside reminding him that once this knife went down, he would never be able to turn back.

Once you enter the world of the rivers and lakes, it's as deep as the sea; looking back, you're no longer human.

If you're not human, what are you?

Whether he was human or ghost, even he himself didn't know.

The person pinned under the fat man seemed to have recovered a bit, or perhaps the pain had made him sober.

As Er Gazi relaxed slightly, he lifted his head, allowing a pair of bloodshot eyes to see the mud-covered child walking over slowly.

This man's brain must still be sluggish; he couldn't understand why this person was covered in mud.

Wait—!

What did the little chili pepper mean by rushing at him!

He wanted to break free, but was still firmly pinned under Er Gazi, without any freedom.

Banggeng squatted down, looked at those sad and fierce eyes, tilted his head, and asked: "Why catch me? I don't think I know you, right?"

This man was truly bewildered; he didn't even remember what he wanted to catch this mud person for... No!

"Are you that little fatty?"

The man's suspicious tone deeply stung Banggeng's heart; he was just not obviously thin, where was he fat!

"You really deserve to die—"

Banggeng gritted his teeth, squeezed the dagger in his hand hard, and said: "I'll give you a release."

"Are you really that little fatty?"

The man was still frowning and doubting, not even paying attention to the little mud person's feigned ruthlessness.

"Damn you—"

Banggeng gritted his teeth, flushed red, closed his eyes, and thrust the dagger in his hand forward hard.

The man was still stunned, but he didn't react when the knife came, and he couldn't react.

When he was caught, he already had this realization; tonight, there was no escape.

Furthermore, his fingers had been knocked off; even if he spat out a mouthful now, what would be the point?

Could his fingers grow back?

Rivers and lakes people, rivers and lakes old, rivers and lakes matters, rivers and lakes end.

"I dare to use young cadres."

Li Huai De raised his hand at the meeting and looked at everyone, saying: "Everyone knows this."

"I also know that some people have criticisms about the rejuvenation of cadres, which I can understand."

He put his hand back on the conference table and tapped his fingers lightly, saying: "But for the topics discussed today, I still hope everyone will speak with a cautious attitude; this is being responsible to the group and also responsible to the parties involved."

"We have already organized and notified the objects of the preliminary investigation. Before the meeting, every comrade had the situation explanation in their hands."

Gu Weijie took over Old Li's words and said: "The core purpose of this meeting is not to remove someone and replace them, but whether it is possible not to remove them, or who is more reliable to replace them."

Different from previous management committee meetings, the door of the conference room was wide open, and as long as one walked closer, one could hear the content discussed inside.

The weather was clear, and Li Huai De had specially asked the secretary to open the doors and windows before the meeting started.

Many of the leaders attending were old smokers; every time the meeting was halfway through, this conference room would be filled with smoke, just like the Queen Mother of the West holding a Flat Peach Banquet.

The secretary standing at the door could hear the discussion inside, but his eyes were fixed on the corridor.

He could hear it, so others wanted to hear it too; this meeting was still that important.

Time entered late September, and there was only one quarter left in the whole year for tackling key problems and finishing up.

The organizational personnel reform work was also about to usher in a phased summary and change.

A full two years had passed since the last major adjustment of organizational personnel.

Although personnel changes in the group had been frequent during this period, the heads of branch factories and branch companies hadn't changed much.

They couldn't wait for three years, or rather, it was three years, because this was the last year of the group's formation, and they couldn't wait until next spring to adjust.

The First Ministry of Machine Building had already sent down news, and this wasn't a secret; according to the above investigation opinions, they had agreed that the Red Star Factory would officially be promoted to a group company.

That is to say, from January 1970, the Red Star Steel Group would be able to get the real promotion approval.

Similarly, the Red Star Steel Group would gradually finalize its organizational structure and personnel structure from the time it received the approval and report it to the higher authorities for the record.

Some people in the agency joked that this record was called the "List of Conferred Gods"; two years had passed, and who would be on the list and who would be off the list should finally have a conclusion.

And today's meeting was the first round of the "List of Conferred Gods," which was very likely to be an accident.

"We should talk about the appointment situation of Comrade Ji Jiuzheng, General Manager of the United Energy Development Corporation, and Comrade Zhuang Cangshu, General Manager of the Sales Corporation."

Su Weide took over the conversation, looked at the document in his hand, and said indifferently: "I actually think we should discuss it properly; those who can be brought to the meeting are the main leaders of each branch company, right."

He asked like this, but no one nodded, and no one picked up his conversation.

From the beginning of the meeting, the atmosphere inside the conference room was a bit solemn; everyone had a serious face, as if only in this way could they reflect their serious and responsible attitude toward work.

"If you can do it, go up; if you can't, go down."

Su Weide put down the document in his hand, looked up at everyone, and said: "I have always held a cautious and serious attitude toward personnel work."

He scanned everyone and emphasized: "This relates to the future of the group and the heavy responsibility of the organization. Selecting and using people, selecting good people and using good people, is also our responsibility."

"Is this not the first time Comrade Ji Jiuzheng's name has appeared at the meeting?"

Zhang Jinsong moved the document by his hand and said in a low voice: "It's been almost two years since he took over the energy company, a year and a half."

He emphasized the time again, and then continued: "Whether from personal performance or work achievements, I don't think he is very suitable to continue managing the United Energy Development Corporation."

This was the first negative opinion at the meeting, attracting everyone's attention.

No one's opinion had as much weight as Zhang Jinsong's, because the leader in charge of the United Energy Development Corporation was precisely him.

Don't look at Li Xuewu being able to lead and command Ji Jiuzheng in the Liaodong Industrial Leading Group; that was his status as Secretary-General and the business connection situation.

Many mineral resources of the Energy Development Corporation were in Liaodong, requiring him to coordinate with the provincial government, which was why Ji Jiuzheng was so obedient.

To put it bluntly, except for Zhang Jinsong, no one, including Li Xuewu, was qualified to be the first to stand up and evaluate Ji Jiuzheng, because this was the rule.

Ji Jiuzheng's answer didn't exceed everyone's expectations; as Su Weide said, his name hadn't appeared at the meeting for the first time to be questioned by everyone.

In addition to questioning his work ability, his work ideas were also questioned.

Zhang Jinsong mentioned this point in his subsequent speech.

"The data is on the table. Compared with other branch companies, the overall development of the energy company is lagging behind, and it's even living off its past glory."

He frowned and said quite dissatisfiedly: "As of today, the data reported by the Energy Corporation hasn't had any positive changes."

"There isn't a bit more mining, there isn't a bit more production capacity, but there are more management problems."

Zhang Jinsong crossed his hands and looked at everyone, saying: "I can tolerate him continuing to train and learn, but the Energy Corporation, including the group, cannot afford to wait."

"I don't deny Comrade Ji Jiuzheng's efforts, nor do I doubt his organizational discipline, but!"

When he said this "but," everyone already knew the result he was going to say.

"As the head of a branch company, effort and integrity alone are not enough; a sharp mind is also needed."

Zhang Jinsong pointed to his own head and said seriously: "I suggest removing Comrade Ji Jiuzheng from the position of General Manager of the United Energy Development Corporation."

With reason and evidence, Zhang Jinsong's evaluation could be said to have nailed Ji Jiuzheng to the list of those to be removed.

Everyone was silent for two minutes, until Li Huai De looked up and asked Li Xuewu: "What is the Secretary-General's opinion?"

This question was very special, because whether looking at the ranking of the management committee or from a management perspective, he shouldn't have been asked first at this moment.

However, Old Li had already asked, so he could only speak according to the situation.

"The United Energy Development Corporation is not in Liaodong, but the mining industry is basically in Liaodong."

Li Xuewu nodded and said: "If I were to speak, I wouldn't be able to say how much influence the Energy Corporation has in Liaodong."

"Of course, factors such as the Energy Corporation not having been established long enough must be considered."

He paused, didn't state his opinion directly, but emphasized: "There are laws for the growth of cadres. From participating in work to moving toward maturity, and growing into middle and senior leadership cadres of branch companies or the group, young cadres need to go through necessary steps, progressive tempering, and cultivation."

"What I am very gratified by is that at present, I can see more and more young cadres standing out on various fronts by virtue of their own excellent skills, innovative thinking, and vigorous spirit, continuously injecting youthful vitality into the development of the new era."

"I believe this is the ultimate goal and result of the group's promotion of organizational and personnel reform, and it is also the ultimate expectation of formulating this decision at the beginning."

Li Xuewu nodded and looked at everyone, saying: "However, we can also see that in the process of cultivating young cadres, some units have shown a tendency to be eager for quick success."

"This is not good, and it is contrary to the principles required by the group management committee and Director Li."

He tapped the table with his finger and emphasized: "Some units, in order to unilaterally pursue the rejuvenation of the leadership structure, take the speed of promotion as a key indicator to measure work effectiveness, ignoring the objective laws of the growth of young cadres."

"This approach is like cooking with 'high heat'; it seems to make the dish take shape quickly in a short time, but it is hard to hide the rawness inside."

Li Xuewu's voice was very powerful: "Young cadres cultivated in this way may meet the 'young' standard in position, but they have shortcomings in ability, experience, and mass foundation, making it difficult for young cadres to truly shoulder heavy responsibilities."

If someone else said these words, they wouldn't be able to achieve this effect if they were a little younger, but coming from Li Xuewu's mouth, no one felt it was discordant.

Li Xuewu was the most vivid representative of the rejuvenation of cadres and the youngest member of the group's leadership team.

But has anyone doubted his ability? Has anyone doubted his work ideas?

Let's put it this way: the group's work ideas were all decided by Li Huai De with his support.

Li Huai De had to say that without Li Xuewu, there wouldn't be today's Red Star Steel Group.

Li Huai De had long anticipated today's meeting that someone would criticize the rejuvenation of cadres he advocated, which was why he said that at the very beginning.

But as for the effect, one could see a thing or two from the speeches of Su Weide and others.

At least Su Weide didn't take his words seriously.

Li Xuewu's speech immediately raised the contradiction at the scene to the issue of how young cadres should be cultivated.

The whole room was silent, listening to his speech, and some people were still taking notes in their notebooks.

"The cultivation of young cadres needs 'slow stewing over low heat'."

Li Xuewu slowed down his tone, but still said seriously: "When I say 'low heat' here, I mean following the laws of growth and cultivating with patience."

"'Slow stewing' refers to accumulating and settling continuously in practical tempering."

He clenched his hand into a fist and nodded slightly, saying: "I think the grassroots level is the best 'melting pot' and also the fertile soil for young cadres to 'strengthen their roots'."

"Director Li is a well-known 'old good man' who can't bear to let young people suffer even a little bit; this is the most common idea of the generation that fought for the country."

Li Xuewu looked at Old Li and then at the others, saying: "It's just that he can't bear to let the next generation be hard-working and tired, but he ignored a process."

"Only by letting young cadres experience wind and rain, increase their knowledge, and strengthen their muscles and bones at the grassroots level, accumulate experience in solving the urgent, difficult, and anxious problems of the masses, and improve their abilities in dealing with complex situations, can their growth foundation be more stable and their stamina more sufficient."

This could be considered criticism, and it was at the management committee meeting; who would dare to speak like this?

Someone had already secretly looked at Li Huai De's face; Li Xuewu's speech at the meeting was implicitly aimed at his organizational personnel arrangement work.

Although the topic discussed today was the appointment situation of Ji Jiuzheng, General Manager of the United Energy Development Corporation, and Zhuang Cangshu, General Manager of the Sales Corporation.

Someone might be muttering in their heart that Li Xuewu had gone off-topic, but they were still listening very carefully.

This was the summary opinion reflected from Old Li's purpose in convening this meeting and everyone's performance.

Listening to other speeches was not as good as listening carefully to Li Xuewu's opinion; these were all pointing to something.

You might not know Old Li's attitude and opinion on this matter, but it was enough to know Li Xuewu's attitude and opinion on this matter.

In many cases, Old Li would listen to Li Xuewu's opinion, and even if he didn't agree, he would respect Li Xuewu's opinion.

So, someone asked, does Li Huai De listen to whatever Li Xuewu says?

Of course not, but in key issues and work, Li Xuewu always had a way to convince Old Li.

Therefore, when listening to Li Xuewu talk about how young cadres should be cultivated, everyone had already thought about whether the organizational personnel reform, which was proceeding to the current stage, was about to usher in a historic change.

"For young cadres themselves, they must resolutely abandon the impetuous mentality and settle down to 'strengthen their roots and bones'."

Li Xuewu pointed to the document by his hand and said: "Young cadres must clearly realize that every time they bow down to listen to the voices of the masses, it is a tempering of ability; every time they chew off a 'hard bone' in policy implementation, it is an advancement of skills."

"These experiences seem trivial, but they are actually the 'secret seasonings' on the road of growth, which can make the original intention more pure and the skills more solid."

"I don't agree with some voices that are too utilitarian and cannot sit on the 'cold bench'."

He said with a firm attitude: "I think only by having the patience to 'sit on the cold bench', bearing the pressure to 'take the hot potato', and repeatedly polishing in the melting pot of practice, can one move from the greenness of 'armchair strategy' to the maturity of 'unity of knowledge and action', and truly grow into a pillar that can shoulder heavy responsibilities."

On September 18, the "United Industry News" published the speech of Comrade Li Xuewu, Secretary-General of the Red Star Steel Group, at the management committee meeting, titled "The Cultivation of Young Cadres Needs 'Slow Stewing Over Low Heat'".

Li Xuewu's speech at the meeting and this organized report in the United Industry News couldn't save Ji Jiuzheng of United Energy, but it saved Zhuang Cangshu of the Sales Corporation.

The implementation of the meeting's resolution was very fast and thorough, representing the determination of the group management committee.

The meeting was held on the 17th, and the transfer order and notification were given on the 18th.

Li Xuewu didn't look at the notification; it was on the United Industry News and the factory bulletin board.

Remove Comrade Ji Jiuzheng from the position of General Manager of the Red Star United Energy Development Corporation, to be appointed elsewhere.

The appointment and removal announcement only had the removal news, not the appointment news, because Ji Jiuzheng wasn't removed due to organizational discipline or personal mistakes.

After all, he was the head of a branch company, so he had to be given some face, allowing him to tidy up and be "transferred to other uses."

"To be honest, it's not unjust for Old Ji to step down." Bu Qingfang picked up her teacup, took a sip, and looked at Li Xuewu, saying: "The leadership frequently asked for data from the Energy Corporation in the second half of this year, and I reminded him, but there was no sign of response at all."

"Perhaps he had already tried his best."

Li Xuewu thought for a moment and said: "A person's work ability has limits, and so does their energy."

"His wife supports his work so much; what's there to be hard-working and difficult about." Bu Qingfang curled her lips and said: "He just doesn't have the ability."

"Hehe—" Li Xuewu chuckled and said: "Now it's really 'if you can do it, you go up'."

"I really don't want to go, really."

Bu Qingfang put down her teacup and said seriously: "I used to think about going down to get some tempering, until I saw Old Ji's numb eyes, and then I knew how difficult the work below was."

"Everything is difficult at the beginning; it's normal."

Li Xuewu saw that she was so exaggerated and couldn't help but smile, saying: "Ji Jiuzheng has already laid the foundation for you, so it will be easier for you to carry out work when you go to United Energy."

"What if it's a pit?"

Bu Qingfang looked at him and said: "Every time Old Ji returns to Beijing and talks to me, he has a confused expression; I feel tired just looking at him."

"No matter how confused it is, it can be straightened out in your hands, right?"

Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and said with a smile: "I believe you have this ability."

"I believe in myself too, but I really don't want to suffer this fatigue."

Bu Qingfang pinched her fingers and said very sincerely: "My daughter also told me that ever since I took over the work of the management committee, I have aged more than three years, and wrinkles have come out."

"Is it that exaggerated?" Li Xuewu smiled and tapped carefully, then looked up and said: "How come, I see you as only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old."

"Otherwise, why would you be a leader."

Bu Qingfang turned her head amusingly and said: "Just because of your ability to fool people, I admire you."

"Go down for a walk; it's not just my expectation of you, but also Director Li's trust in you."

Li Xuewu said seriously: "You might already know the discussion situation at the management committee meeting, and I also hope you can have a chance to go down and take a look."

"Do I count as a young cadre too?"

Bu Qingfang of course knew what happened at the meeting, laughed, and asked him: "Does this count as an organizational talk today?"

"Consider it an early congratulations—"

Li Xuewu also laughed, tapped the table, and said: "Director Li will talk to you later."

"Flattered." Bu Qingfang tilted her head and said: "Since when did Director Li personally conduct organizational talks? My pressure is too great."

"This reflects the leadership's trust and concern for you." Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and took a sip, saying: "I'm on the afternoon flight, and I'll be busy next, so you still have time to hand over work."

"Hand it over to Deputy Secretary-General Chen?"

Bu Qingfang saw him nod, so she frowned and asked: "How is Ji Jiuzheng arranged?"

"Swap with you; he'll come to the management committee."

Li Xuewu said indifferently: "If you can't do it well either, I'm afraid your end won't be as good as his."

"It's really cheap for him—"

Bu Qingfang didn't pay attention to Li Xuewu's threat and warning; she belonged to the type who was bold because of her high skills.

Having grown up all the way from the agency, and being a female general, she still had this bit of ability and self-confidence.

Ji Jiuzheng wasn't unable to shoulder heavy responsibilities, but because he had been working in the technical department, lacking experience in handling complex situations.

Changing to Bu Qingfang, who came from the Propaganda Department, at least she wouldn't be trapped by the twists and turns in the agency.

Moreover, Bu Qingfang had a vigorous and resolute style, capable of shouldering heavy responsibilities.

The first candidate for United Energy was actually her, but she was blocked by Old Li.

Now he didn't ask for Li Xuewu's opinion and took the initiative to mention the opinion of investigating Bu Qingfang.

Of course, this opinion wasn't spoken at the meeting, but was a private communication between the two.

Li Xuewu didn't have any agreement or disagreement; he had already anticipated that this day would come as early as when he arranged for Bu Qingfang to be his deputy.

Of course, it wasn't to say that he had predicted long ago that Ji Jiuzheng wouldn't last long, but the situation was such.

Similarly, both were placed on the conference table; why could Zhuang Cangshu escape a disaster?

The final evaluation of cadres still depends on work; the performance data is all there. No matter how well you do other work, no matter how outstanding, it's hard to hide the situation of insufficient progress and insufficient profit of the company.

Now is the time for the group company's great development and great progress; which branch company or branch factory isn't changing day by day, with great changes every day?

Only United Energy.

Li Huai De also mentioned it when talking to him; perhaps the fault doesn't lie entirely with Ji Jiuzheng, as the layout of United Energy was too large at the beginning.

If it were Li Xuewu managing this area, Li Huai De wouldn't have to worry at all, and United Energy wouldn't be what it is today.

Li Xuewu has principles in doing things, and he has no principles; to put it bluntly, it's to achieve the goal by any means.

This is also relatively speaking, which is flexibility.

Ji Jiuzheng had already become accustomed to the thinking mode of "one head, one eye," and the development plan Li Xuewu designed for United Energy at the beginning still remained at the primary stage.

Li Xuewu knew and understood Ji Jiuzheng very well; he looked very easy-going on the surface, but he had the stubbornness of an engineer in his bones.

Zhuang Cangshu was different; Jinmen trade, the International Business Department, the automotive supply chain, etc., all had impressive projects.

Although there were often people feeding back to the group that he was overbearing and didn't talk about unity.

By comparison, the judgment is clear.

What the group needs at this time, it maintains and supports.

Does anyone feed back that Zhuang Cangshu violated organizational discipline?

Yes, the group attached great importance to this matter and really arranged an investigation team to investigate, but it was groundless.

With the attitude of being responsible to Zhuang Cangshu and also to the group, Gu Weijie, Deputy Director of the management committee, even went to the Sales Corporation to investigate and specially found the Discipline Inspection Group Leader to talk; this was an attitude.

Zhuang Cangshu's problem didn't lie in work ability, and the group happened to need his work ability.

This was also what Li Xuewu needed to remind Bu Qingfang of; working in the group for a long time would make one habitually empty and ignore the pragmatic side.

Just look at his work situation in Liaodong; he basically wouldn't expand on a certain problem, and even decided to delegate power after clarifying his ideas.

Grabbing and releasing is a pattern, and it is also the normal work idea as a leader of the group,

There is no situation of grabbing the big and releasing the small; he only grabs the important work and the work that needs his attention.

"You really dare to say—"

Bu Qingfang joked when sending Li Xuewu downstairs: "It seems that no one has criticized Director Li at the management committee meeting."

"Criticism is very normal; our group still pays attention to organizational discipline."

Li Xuewu said indifferently: "You and I have both worked in the management committee office, and now we are both presiding over the work of the management committee. No matter what happens in the future, we must have our own principles."

"Enthusiastic service, not leaving principles."

Bu Qingfang said with a smile: "This is still what you told me when I went to work at the management committee office last year."

"You remember so clearly—"

Li Xuewu looked at her with a smile, then walked out of the building door and stood at the entrance, saying: "I only have one principle in the position of Secretary-General."

"Don't repeat what others say, don't talk about clichés."

He pointed to his feet and explained to Bu Qingfang: "Working in an agency, especially presiding over the work of the management committee office, you must have your own views and your own opinions when encountering things. Don't follow what others say; this is 'don't repeat what others say'."

"Don't talk about the clichés that everyone often talks about; this is 'don't talk about clichés'."

Li Xuewu turned sideways, saw the car parked downstairs, and then nodded to Bu Qingfang, saying: "You and I are both working beside Director Li now; we must dare to express some different views."

"If none of us dare to speak different opinions, then who else dares to speak? Right?"

Seeing Bu Qingfang listening carefully, he softened his tone with a smile and said: "You have been Secretary-General for nearly a year; do you have any insights?"

"I'll still learn from you."

Bu Qingfang joked: "You must have deeper insights than me."

"Then let me say it; you should be able to understand." Li Xuewu thought his time was tight, so he didn't beat around the bush and said straightforwardly: "As Secretary-General, avoid speaking with a big tone; you must conform to our status and have the ability to speak appropriately."

He walked down the steps and emphasized to Bu Qingfang, who came down with him: "Speaking inappropriately, both peers and subordinates will have opinions about us."

"Is this the last instruction for me?"

Bu Qingfang looked at him and said: "If Director Li doesn't talk to me, then don't you talk to Director Li to give opinions; I think this position of Secretary-General is also okay."

"Hehehe—" Li Xuewu chuckled, reached out to shake her hand, and said: "I wish you a grand future and shine in your new work post."

"Am I a light bulb? Still shining and heating." Bu Qingfang found it funny.

After sending him into the car, she stood on the steps watching the car leave before turning back to the office building.

In fact, she was a light bulb in the agency now; she didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at her.

As soon as the management committee meeting ended yesterday, the group's telephone duty room became busy.

All the heads of the group's enterprises received this news from their own channels.

The Energy Corporation is a big project that ranks high under the group's name; who doesn't want to go further?

And just when the fire was cooking the oil, these people in the agency found the leader's office rarely cold.

In the past, if such a big opportunity appeared, the relevant leader's office would probably be overcrowded.

This abnormal situation reminded everyone that the position of General Manager of the United Energy Development Corporation still had variables, or rather... a fixed number.

The car was the Magic City of the small car class; Li Xuewu had already become accustomed to Han Jiankun's careful arrangements.

Although it wasn't Han Jiankun driving, Han Jiankun was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Leader, a call just came from Steel City."

Han Jiankun rarely experienced the position of secretary and turned around to report: "Director Ji has come ashore from Yingcheng, and the foreign businessman At is with him."