Chapter 1491

"Your mother is coming to Steel City tomorrow."

Li Li Xuewu nailed Bang Geng to the spot with just one sentence, showing the power of these words.

Of course, Bang Geng was also filial, and he asked nervously, turning his head: "Why did you bring her here!"

"Good job, talk to me like that again tomorrow when your mother comes, okay."

Li Li Xuewu said with a mischievous smile: "Captain Jia, don't be afraid, your mother isn't the Imperial Army."

"My mother is Taishang Laojun—"

Bang Geng didn't have time to chat with him anymore; he turned and ran back to his room, trying to tidy up (destroy evidence) while there was still time.

"I heard her family lives on Tuanjie Road?"

Li Li Xuewu saw the kid running back and teased him on purpose: "It's Tuanjie Road, right?"

"Wu Shu, don't think you'll have it easy if I die!"

Bang Geng suddenly ran back, leaned against the door frame, and threatened feebly: "I remember that an aunt and two older sisters came to the house this month."

"Ah, so what if you remember?"

Li Li Xuewu tilted his head and raised an eyebrow: "Who says aunts and older sisters can't come to the house to rest?"

"You'd say they stayed in the guest room when they came, right?" Bang Geng suddenly realized, looking at him speechlessly: "You're just saying that because you know I have no chance to go to the second floor, so you're making it up, right?"

"What would I make up?" Li Li Xuewu said amusedly: "They were staying in the guest room to begin with."

"So you won't admit that you also stayed in the guest room, right?" Bang Geng was really annoyed; why did Wu Shu know his whereabouts like the back of his hand, yet he clearly knew the women in the house were like a revolving door, but he had no evidence.

It's so annoying, I should have gone to the second floor.

"Of course I wouldn't stay in the guest room."

Li Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow and said: "Don't you remember where your mother stayed when she came here?"

"Forget it, I accept my fate."

Bang Geng sat on the chair in the study with a 'dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water' attitude.

Li Li Xuewu smiled and said: "Dating is a very normal thing; knowing how to find a partner means you're growing up, isn't that a good thing?"

"But in her eyes, I'll always be a child."

Bang Geng slumped in the chair and said lazily: "If she knew I was dating, she'd definitely dig up her eight generations of ancestors."

"What are you afraid of? She's only three years older than you, not three years older than your mother."

Li Li Xuewu took a sip of warm tea and said: "Everyone's youth is romantic; maybe your mother liked romance when she was your age too."

"You don't understand, Wu Shu, you'll never understand my mother; she's as stubborn as the old ox at my grandfather's house."

Bang Geng sighed deeply, raised his head, and asked: "Wu Shu, do you think I'm wrong?"

"Hmm? Which thing are you talking about?" Li Li Xuewu turned around and asked while reading a book.

"It's just..." Bang Geng hesitated, lowered his head, and said: "It's about her getting married."

"That depends on how you look at it."

Li Li Xuewu picked up a pencil to make notes in the book and said: "From your own perspective, of course, you hope your mother will always love only you."

"But I—" Bang Geng was eager to defend himself, wanting to say something, but couldn't get it out.

Li Li Xuewu ignored him; a fourteen-year-old big boy, what doesn't he understand.

He knew... never mind the past.

Sometimes it's not that they don't understand, it's that they don't want to understand.

Bang Geng was now at the stage where he understood but didn't dare to admit it, and still wanted to explain himself.

Explain what?

Mr. Lu Xun once said that explanation is cover-up, and cover-up is the truth.

"I just feel—"

Bang Geng thought for a long time before raising his head and saying: "I just feel he's not a good person."

"Who's not a good person?"

Li Li Xuewu looked back at him and said: "Liu Liu Guoyou?"

Bang Geng didn't speak, which was an admission.

"I can't evaluate him from your perspective." Li Li Xuewu said while looking at the book in his hand: "Evaluating him from my perspective is useless to you."

"Do you think he's a good person?"

Bang Geng raised his head and asked the most important teacher in his life, feeling conflicted: "Or..."

"There is no good or bad in the adult world."

Li Li Xuewu turned to look at him and said: "People themselves are complex; who can define good or bad besides the law?"

"At least I don't have that qualification; the good or bad in your eyes is just a simple matter of interest."

He spoke quite bluntly to Bang Geng, just like their usual way of getting along, without any cover-up.

"Those who are good to you and those you like are good people, even if she is three years older than you."

Li Li Xuewu knew how to persuade people, persuading them until they were speechless and their hearts were dead.

"Those who are not good to you and those you dislike are bad people, even if he is willing to give you money to spend."

"I've never taken his money."

Bang Geng finally found a reason to refute, trying hard to emphasize: "Never."

"I'm saying he's willing."

Li Li Xuewu didn't intend to argue with him, emphasizing once again: "Do you agree with this point?"

Bang Geng didn't speak this time; he couldn't refute it because that's exactly what Liu Liu Guoyou did.

Even an honest official finds it hard to settle family matters; Li Li Xuewu never looked at Qin Qin Huairu's family affairs from any perspective.

It was only because Bang Geng asked today that he said this; otherwise, he wouldn't have spoken, as this kid talked too much.

"Anyway, I don't think he's a good person."

Bang Geng's voice was a bit low, and he argued to himself: "My grandmother said so too."

"Hmm, your grandmother is always right."

Li Li Xuewu nodded in agreement and said: "Then since that's the case, what are you feeling guilty about?"

"I—" Bang Geng raised his head wanting to answer, but didn't know where to start.

Li Li Xuewu gave him plenty of time, waiting for his answer while reading.

Bang Geng thought for a long time before saying: "My mother is good to me."

"That's nonsense."

Li Li Xuewu didn't expect him to say this, and couldn't help but laugh: "Stop talking nonsense, you're just forgetting your mother now that you have a girlfriend, and you're finally understanding your mother's bitterness."

"It's not what you said."

Bang Geng just habitually refuted, but after emphasizing it, he fell silent.

What could he say? It was idle to find Wu Shu to chat about this in the middle of the night.

"Man, based on your performance today, I can only say you haven't grown up yet."

Li Li Xuewu saw him silent for a long time, then turned to look at him and said: "You said Liu Liu Guoyou isn't a good person, why didn't you say so to your mother at the time."

"You said you made a mistake; is it because you felt the sweetness of love and felt you shouldn't have done it in the first place?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to ask: "Or do you feel your mother controls you too much and should enjoy her own love instead of bothering you?"

"What's wrong? You look like an eggplant hit by frost."

It's no wonder they are mother and son; Qin Qin Huairu's words to describe her son were very accurate.

From the moment the mother and son met, Bang Geng had been in such a distracted state.

Li Li Xuewu stood leaning against the cabinet with his arms crossed, watching the fun; there was going to be a good show today.

Zhou Wang Yamei came back with Qin Qin Huairu and knew Qin Qin Huairu's purpose for coming to Steel City on the way, and the look she gave Bang Geng was full of a different flavor.

Dating at fourteen?

Nonsense, in the old society, people were having children at this age, so why couldn't they date?

"Didn't you go to work today?"

Zhou Wang Yamei hung her coat on the hanger and looked at Li Li Xuewu, asking.

"Went to Steel Aviation in the afternoon and came back at five."

Li Li Xuewu explained, turned around, went to the tea cabinet, and made himself a cup of hot tea.

"What about mine? Just drinking by yourself?"

Qin Qin Huairu glanced at him as she passed by the tea cabinet on her way into the living room, looking very dissatisfied.

Is that what she's dissatisfied with?

Of course not; Li Li Xuewu's ability is outstanding, and he has never left a woman dissatisfied; that's for sure.

"Want to drink? Make it yourself."

Li Li Xuewu walked slowly to the sofa with his teacup and sat down, picking up a newspaper to read.

Zhou Wang Yamei glanced at him and said to Qin Qin Huairu amusedly: "Don't pay attention to him, he has intermittent mood swings."

"It's okay, it's just staying over; I really shouldn't have expected him to make me a cup of tea."

Qin Qin Huairu replied deliberately: "He's a big leader now."

"Did you hear that? This is called being sarcastic."

Li Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to her either, and turned to emphasize to Bang Geng: "Look, you've learned another idiom."

Bang Geng was silly; he was still thinking about how to hide the fact that he had an older girlfriend.

Unfortunately, his mother didn't seem to know about this, and didn't ask him a single word.

"What are we eating tonight?"

Zhou Wang Yamei didn't expect these two to have dinner ready for them when they came back, so she asked casually and went to the kitchen.

But what surprised her was that not only were meat and vegetables prepared in the kitchen, but there were also opened cans.

"Yo! Did the sun rise from the west?"

Zhou Wang Yamei turned back to ask the two men in the living room: "Who was so kind to prepare the food?"

Li Li Xuewu didn't want to answer this question because he didn't prepare it, and Bang Geng didn't want to answer because he didn't want his mother to know he prepared it.

Still, you can't explain, you can't cover up, and you can't even admit to showing favor.

Zhou Wang Yamei knew, however, that with Li Li Xuewu's laziness, he would definitely not eat canned food.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the canned food being unhygienic, but that he found it troublesome.

"It must be my son."

Qin Qin Huairu took off her jacket, revealing the bright red turtleneck sweater she was wearing underneath, and the two headlights made people dizzy.

Never mind whether they were sagging or not, just look at how bright those headlights were.

"You've learned to be bad—"

Li Li Xuewu lifted his gaze from the newspaper, dodged the dazzling lights, and looked at Qin Qin Huairu.

Qin Qin Huairu laughed, she had taken advantage, so she was happy.

No one answered who bought the food; she said her son bought it, and Li Li Xuewu felt offended.

"Bang Geng is performing so well today?"

Zhou Wang Yamei also learned to be bad, and deliberately teased Bang Geng: "Did you do something bad?"

"No!" Bang Geng had a bit of a stress reaction and almost jumped up to refute, but he regretted it as soon as he said it.

Fortunately, his mother didn't notice.

But what Bang Geng didn't know was that his mother saw it all in that sudden reaction.

Qin Qin Huairu glanced at her son, but stared at Li Li Xuewu, even with a hint of dissatisfaction.

Li Li Xuewu was impatient with being stared at, twitched his mouth, and asked: "What are you looking at me for?"

"Nothing, just looking at you because you're good-looking."

Qin Qin Huairu rolled her eyes and said: "I'm just looking at you, why are you reacting so strongly? Feeling guilty?"

"Heh, only those who do wrong feel guilty."

"Wu Shu, do you want some melon seeds?"

Li Li Xuewu only said one sentence, and Bang Geng came to offer favor, wanting to persuade Wu Shu not to continue, because if he kept pulling on this topic, it would lead to his own affairs.

Bang Geng felt today was a bit mysterious; his mother seemed to know about his affairs, and his heart was pounding.

Li Li Xuewu understood his mood very well, so he raised an eyebrow and said to Qin Qin Huairu: "It's not like I'm the one dating, why are you glaring at me?"

"Wu Shu, do you want an ice cream?"

Bang Geng panicked; things were a bit wrong, how did the topic get deeper and deeper, as if he was falling into an abyss he couldn't stop.

He didn't dare stay any longer, stood up, picked up his gloves, and said in a panic: "I'll go buy you an ice cream."

"Do you often order my son to buy you ice cream?" Qin Qin Huairu asked Li Li Xuewu another question before Bang Geng went out the door.

Li Li Xuewu's answer almost made Bang Geng hit the door frame: "Have you ever seen me eat ice cream? I don't know which intimate older sister he bought his ice cream for."

Bang!

Bang Geng almost rushed out the door; he didn't dare stay in this house anymore. Clearly, it had nothing to do with him, but every sentence was about his affairs. How could he stay in this house?

By the way, ice cream!

At this time, where was he supposed to buy ice cream?

"Are you doing this on purpose?"

Qin Qin Huairu stared into Li Li Xuewu's eyes and said: "It's so cold outside, what if he freezes?"

"Then I didn't see you stop him just now."

Li Li Xuewu put down the newspaper and said: "You're the mother, I'm not the father."

These words were a reminder to Qin Qin Huairu that Bang Geng lived here, but he didn't have the habit of being both father and mother.

Qin Qin Huairu was so annoyed by him that her stomach hurt, and she rolled her eyes and said: "He's learned to be bad."

"You mean I taught him?"

Li Li Xuewu widened his eyes and said: "Qin Qin Huairu, you're being a bit slanderous."

"You don't need to ask around; in our courtyard, not to mention our alley and our street, who doesn't know I was a good child since I was little, the kind who would blush when looking at girls, and yet you say I taught your son to be bad."

He emphasized indignantly: "If you ask me, it's because you, the mother, are unreliable."

"Look at you, what's the rush—"

Qin Qin Huairu raised an eyebrow and said: "So anxious to cover it up, which one of us is unreliable?"

"Are you two children?"

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled at the two of them from the kitchen door: "It's not easy to see each other, and you're still playing at bickering?"

"She's doing this on purpose—"

Li Li Xuewu stood up with the newspaper and said as he walked to the study: "Just trying to get my attention."

"Heh—" Qin Qin Huairu laughed, but after Li Li Xuewu went to the study, she felt bored again.

Zhou Wang Yamei was busy cooking dinner, and seeing her come to help, she glanced at the direction of the study and said softly: "Bang Geng will be back soon, say whatever you want to say quickly."

Qin Qin Huairu looked at her, couldn't help but sigh, and said: "I've caused you trouble."

"What are you saying." Zhou Wang Yamei said very understandingly: "Bang Geng isn't a bad child; talk to him first, so you can be mentally prepared."

"Hmm, I will, I'll come help you in a moment."

Qin Qin Huairu replied, gratefully touching Zhou Wang Yamei's arm.

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled and said: "It's not worth two people doing dinner, go do your thing."

This was her home; if she didn't take the initiative to speak, Qin Qin Huairu might not really be able to make up her mind to talk to him.

Qin Qin Huairu was also hesitating, and even paused at the door of the study before entering.

"Bang Geng, this child... you have to give me a preparation, how exactly are you going to arrange him."

Bang Geng's ice cream didn't end up being bought, and he came back frozen on the winter night of November.

Zhou Wang Yamei guessed he wouldn't go too far, and sure enough, he entered the house before dinner.

Very tacitly, none of the three asked about the ice cream, nor did they tease him about his girlfriend again.

It was just that compared to the attention before he went out, the adults' ignoring him now made him feel even more pressured.

This meal really taught Bang Geng what it meant to be tasteless; there were four dishes, but he couldn't taste anything.

After the meal, Li Li Xuewu went to the study to read as usual, Qin Qin Huairu helped Zhou Wang Yamei clean the table and wash the dishes, and Bang Geng sat on the sofa anxiously waiting to be dealt with.

He was very self-aware; he knew he couldn't hide it anymore, no matter how much he deceived himself.

Very unexpectedly, he didn't wait for his mother's questioning until he went to sleep, and how could he sleep now.

"Wu Shu—"

Just as he was hesitating whether to go to the second floor to confess to his mother, he saw Wu Shu coming out of the study and asked weakly.

Li Li Xuewu saw him like this, raised an eyebrow, and didn't respond to his greeting.

"That..." Bang Geng hesitated; this sentence was really hard to ask, and for some reason, he asked: "Wu Shu, which room are you sleeping in tonight?"

This kid is really tired of living!

"What, you want to sleep with me?"

Li Li Xuewu twitched his mouth and said: "If you have the ability, go upstairs with me; you'll know once you go upstairs."

"I—" Bang Geng wanted to say something, but saw Wu Shu had already stepped onto the stairs and went to the second floor.

He also knew he could dodge the first day but not the fifteenth, and now that Wu Shu was there, he could only bite the bullet and go to the second floor.

This wasn't his first time on the second floor; he had snuck up here before when Zhou Aunt and Wu Shu weren't home, not for anything else, just to take a look.

Half-grown boys are like this; the more you don't let them do something, the more they want to try.

On the second floor, the door to the guest room was open, and Zhou Wang Yamei was chatting with Qin Qin Huairu about Fu Fu Zhidong's school affairs.

"Transferring schools still has a certain impact on him; fortunately, my mother is over there helping to take care of her, otherwise I wouldn't be at ease, running back and forth like this..."

Zhou Wang Yamei was just saying this when she saw Bang Geng appear at the door, so she stood up with a smile and said: "Alright, you two mother and son haven't seen each other for a long time, I won't take up your precious time."

Time is precious, of course; Qin Qin Huairu wanted to chat with her son, and she was waiting for him because she wasn't asleep.

Zhou Wang Yamei's time is also precious; she only comes back once or twice a month, which means, that thing, only once or twice a month, how could it not be precious.

If Li Li Xuewu is on a business trip or back in Beijing, then there isn't even once or twice a month, and Qin Qin Huairu understands this bitterness.

"Mom..." Bang Geng called out with his head lowered after Zhou Aunt went out.

Zhou Wang Yamei took the initiative to close the door for them and walked to the master bedroom with a smile; her dinner had just begun.

In the master bedroom, Li Li Xuewu had just come out after taking a shower, and seeing her come in, he asked: "What did you chat about all night."

"Didn't chat about you—"

Zhou Wang Yamei glanced at him with deep meaning and said while tidying her hair: "How did you talk to her?"

Fearing that Li Li Xuewu didn't understand her meaning, she added: "How do you plan to arrange Bang Geng?"

"What do you mean how to arrange?"

Li Li Xuewu didn't care, walked to the bed and sat down, saying: "Isn't he your student."

"I'm only responsible for teaching, not for employment."

Zhou Wang Yamei tied her hair, looked at him and said: "You should also understand the difficulties of being a mother; she doesn't know how much determination she had to make to come to Steel City."

"Her determination wasn't made for me."

Li Li Xuewu said blandly: "Struggling with her own son is just struggling with herself."

"You're not unaware of her situation."

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at Li Li Xuewu lying on the bed and said: "The more this kind of situation, the more paranoid the personality."

"So she makes impulsive choices."

Li Li Xuewu said pointedly: "Does she regret it?"

"You mean... the marriage thing?"

Zhou Wang Yamei was just analyzing Qin Qin Huairu from a psychological perspective, but Li Li Xuewu was looking at the problem from the perspective of human nature.

She also didn't expect Li Li Xuewu to think this way, but in an instant, she understood the meaning of this sentence.

"The path she chose herself, of course she has to be responsible for herself."

Li Li Xuewu put the pistol on the bedside table and said blandly: "Even if she has to crawl, she has to walk to the end."

Zhou Wang Yamei was actually kneeling on the bed at this moment, looking at him speechlessly: "You don't give her any face at all? Looking at her like this, you don't think about the past..."

"Don't talk nonsense—"

Li Li Xuewu emphasized to Zhou Wang Yamei, who was about to "make a move": "We are just ordinary neighbors."

"Ordinary neighbors?" Zhou Wang Yamei patted him amusedly and said: "Would ordinary neighbors entrust their children to you?"

She rubbed her hands and asked: "What about us? Just an ordinary landlord and tenant relationship?"

Damn—hearing her say this, Li Li Xuewu couldn't help but think of someone—the young A-Bin.

"Don't worry about Bang Geng's affairs."

Li Li Xuewu closed his eyes slightly and said while enjoying it: "You can't manage it, and I can't manage it; this age of mixing in society is exactly when he should be experiencing things."

"Let him experience everything?"

Zhou Wang Yamei understood his meaning and raised an eyebrow: "The price of this growth is too high."

She frowned with concern and said: "Everything else is fine, but this dating... three years older, can this relationship last."

"Who told him to choose the hardest path."

Li Li Xuewu's tone was bland; he didn't care at all about what Bang Geng's future would be like; he wasn't God and couldn't manage that much.

"Many truths can be learned easily in school, but he insists on feeling them through setbacks."

He raised his head, pressed against Zhou Wang Yamei's throat, and said: "Now he feels that mixing in society is very easy, and the people around him speak nicely and reasonably."

"In fact, he is completely unaware that he has thrown himself into a quagmire, sinking deeper and deeper."

"Cough—" Zhou Wang Yamei sat up straight, glared at him, and then said: "You're not going to use him? If you don't keep an eye on him now and he grows crooked, won't you feel it's a waste after putting in so much effort?"

"This age doesn't go to school; if he doesn't roll in the quagmire, how would he know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is."

Li Li Xuewu said in a long voice: "Exactly, struggling in this quagmire can also remove the hostility on him and grind down his temper."

"When he is exhausted, he will look back and find that the road he came from was the smooth path."

"Is this the way out for single-parent children?"

Zhou Wang Yamei suddenly stopped, looked at him and said: "You can already predict his future?"

"Rest assured, Qin Qin Huairu isn't you, and Fu Zhidong isn't Bang Geng; he won't walk so tiredly."

Li Li Xuewu knew what she was thinking and comforted her: "With your careful teaching, there is no resentment in him, and he won't accumulate any hostility."

"But he lacks the qualities of strength and confidence."

Zhou Wang Yamei crawled in front of him, looked at him and said: "This is what I can't give."

"The qualities of strength and confidence aren't given by others." Li Li Xuewu reached out and patted her face, asking: "Are your current strength and confidence given by others?"

"Is that what you said to her?"

Zhou Wang Yamei looked into his eyes and said: "Qin Qin Huairu came to Steel City because she was afraid Bang Geng would go astray, but you deliberately kicked him into the ditch."

"Did I kick him?" Li Li Xuewu opened his eyes and emphasized to her: "He jumped in himself."

"And then?" Zhou Wang Yamei reached out and pressed him down, asking: "Wait until he's exhausted in the quagmire of society and then you appear, becoming his guiding light?"

"Otherwise?" Li Li Xuewu patted her butt and asked: "Can you tame this little stubborn donkey?"

"I don't have your ability."

Zhou Wang Yamei sat down, took a slight breath, and said: "You see through people's hearts."

"It's just a bit cold."

She was of course open with Li Li Xuewu, and even said such heartfelt words.

Li Li Xuewu, however, also said bluntly: "People are different; you saw her performance when we met tonight; she clearly came with emotions."

"Even if I say more or persuade more, she won't listen; she has already made up her mind that I didn't watch her son well, which led to today's situation."

He reached out to support Zhou Wang Yamei and said: "It's just that she doesn't dare to lose her temper with me, so she vented a few words through jokes."

"And then, what did you say to her in the study?" Zhou Wang Yamei held his arm and asked intermittently: "She was even more confused than when she went in."

"She thought her son was going to college here." Li Li Xuewu's words were really damaging, "I just stated some facts."

"You really are a master fisherman."

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him, feeling a sense of sympathy for her own kind, and said: "You haven't studied psychology, yet you can grasp the human heart and play with it in the palm of your hand."

Li Li Xuewu suddenly stopped wiping the headlights, twitched his mouth; is this letting him wipe or not?

Bang Geng, who had confessed to his mother, came out of the room feeling relaxed; he had been worried for a whole day, but didn't expect his mother to understand him and even encourage him.

In his excitement, he happened to glance into another guest room as he passed by, and it was empty.

Thinking about his grand future, he actually dared to guess which room his Wu Shu was staying in at this time.

The group's handling of the No. 4 furnace of the metallurgical plant was very fast and very decisive.

Just one week after Deputy Factory Director Liu Yongnian was taken away, the Group Organization Department sent a new member to the metallurgical plant's leadership team—the unlucky guy Zhou Zechuan.

"Secretary-General, Deputy Director Gu suggests that Comrade Zhou Zechuan serve as the Deputy Factory Director in charge of production."

Sun Jianhua, Deputy Manager of the Organization Department, brought Gu Gu Weijie's opinion, and Li Li Xuewu did not object.

To be honest, Sun Jianhua didn't want to come to Steel City, and even less did he want to face Secretary-General Li Li Xuewu at this time.

Sending Zhou Zechuan to Steel City, the two had very little communication along the way, and neither saw a smile on the other's face.

If it were someone else, if it weren't Zhou Zechuan, being transferred from the position of a small department head in the group to the position of Deputy Factory Director in charge of production in a major factory, it wouldn't be a celebration with firecrackers, but there would at least be some candy.

Unfortunately, the person transferred this time was none other than Secretary-General's defeated opponent, Zhou Zechuan.

Sun Jianhua wasn't an old hand at the Red Star Factory; last year, during the group's organizational adjustment, Director Li transferred him from the ministry and placed him in an important position in the Organization Department.

Although he wasn't an old hand at the Red Star Factory, he knew something about Zhou Zechuan because they both worked in the ministry last year and could be considered colleagues.

Why say they could be considered colleagues?

The organizational structure of the First Ministry of Machine-Building was very large, and there were many staff members; people like them who had met but never spoken were everywhere.

He learned about Zhou Zechuan from the rumors of the fighting last year; this guy was an unlucky guy.

None of the content promised by Deputy Director Su was realized, and he was a wallflower who ended up being disliked by both sides.

He was placed in the Supervision Office based on the higher-ups' intentions, but Director Li couldn't tolerate him for long, and this time he caught the opportunity to kick him out.

Where else could he go, but he was arranged to the metallurgical plant; I'm afraid even Zhou Zechuan himself didn't expect that he would fall to this point one day.

The big hole of the No. 4 furnace of the metallurgical plant had just begun to be solved, and I don't know how many more people would be filled into it.

Sending him here at this time, Director Li's intention couldn't be more obvious; he wished he would die quickly.

Sun Jianhua didn't stay in the office for long; after reporting the group leadership's opinion to Li Li Xuewu, he answered a few questions from the Secretary-General and took the initiative to leave.

He left very decisively, not even wanting to eat dinner in Steel City, saying only that there was work in Beijing.

Such an undisguised attitude of avoidance further confirmed Zhou Zechuan's "improper origin."

The eyes of the metallurgical plant's staff looking at him were also filled with a bit of inquiry, and more with profound meaning.

How long could this Deputy Factory Director in charge of production last?

Zhou Zechuan didn't know how long he could last; sitting in his predecessor's office, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, frowning.

"Deputy Factory Director Zhou, I am Sun Jia from the office."

Sun Jia knocked on the door at the office entrance and greeted him politely.

Zhou Zechuan turned to look at him, nodded, and stood up with a smile: "Hello, the secretary from the factory office before, right?"

He took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with the other party, and said kindly: "I've heard of you."

"You're too polite." Sun Jia took his hand with both hands and said: "You saying that puts me under pressure."

"I'm new here, and my pressure isn't small either."

Zhou Zechuan certainly couldn't show his worry in front of his subordinates, and at this moment he said with a forced smile.

While speaking, his gaze turned to the young man who followed Sun Jia into the room.

"Deputy Factory Director Zhou, this is Comrade Ma Baosen."

Seeing him look over, Sun Jia introduced: "He used to work in the factory office, and later was transferred to the Liaodong Industrial Leadership Group Office."

"The Secretary-General hopes you can master the work as soon as possible, so he arranged for Comrade Ma Baosen to serve you."

"Oh, so that's how it is—"

No matter how uncomfortable Zhou Zechuan felt at this moment, he had to look at Ma Baosen with a smile and reach out his hand.

"I just arrived in Steel City, and the Secretary-General's hope is so urgent; I hope Comrade Baosen will help me a lot."

"Deputy Factory Director Zhou, you're too polite."

Ma Baosen had also been trained; at this moment, he took the initiative to step forward and take the leader's hand with both hands, saying politely: "You can just call me Little Ma; I'm very happy to serve you."

"I'm satisfied as long as you are satisfied with Little Ma." Sun Jia said with a smile: "I was thinking if you had other requirements, I would help you find new candidates."

"No need, Little Ma is just fine."

Zhou Zechuan felt uncomfortable inside, but still said with a smile on his face: "I don't have any requirements for using people."

How could he feel comfortable?

In the group, even the heads of large departments didn't have full-time secretaries, unless they were group leaders.

Not to mention his small department head position; he would only have this treatment when he went to the factory below.

But even if he hadn't eaten pork, hadn't he seen pigs run?

Choosing a secretary is generally done by the office director providing candidates to the new leader and asking the leader to consider them.

If the leader wants to bring their own secretary, they tell the office director, and generally, the other party will help handle the personnel transfer procedures, which is justified.

If the leader doesn't intend to bring a secretary, they generally choose one from the candidates first for a trial, and if they aren't satisfied, they change them.

Now it's better; Sun Jia didn't give him any room to choose at all, brought the person directly, and even used the label of Secretary-General's recommendation; did he have a choice?

No wonder everyone says office directors aren't good things; what they say sounds so nice, and he had already agreed, only then saying something about changing if he wasn't satisfied, bullshit—

It wasn't hard to hear from Sun Jia's words that this Ma Baosen was a local, looked young, but could enter the Liaodong Industrial Leadership Group Office, the legendary Liaodong Industrial Military Office; could this kid be simple?

Arranging someone by his side was small; wasn't there some other purpose?

"That's good, Comrade Baosen."

Sun Jia responded to Zhou Zechuan's words, turned to look at Ma Baosen and instructed: "From now on, you will provide service work for Deputy Factory Director Zhou; I hope you will strictly observe discipline, be diligent and loyal in your work, and tell me if you need anything."

After instructing, he looked at Zhou Zechuan and reported softly: "The Secretary-General is going to the No. 4 furnace workshop at one o'clock this afternoon; he would like to invite you to accompany him."

"Hmm, okay, I know."

Zhou Zechuan could only nod in response to hearing this, turned to Ma Baosen and instructed: "Help me prepare the detailed information on the No. 4 furnace workshop; I'm going to read it now."

"Alright, then I won't disturb you."

Sun Jia nodded with a smile, patted Ma Baosen on the arm, and went out the door.

Ma Baosen looked at Deputy Factory Director Zhou, and the anxiety in his heart didn't disappear, but instead had a taste of becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, he especially wanted to find his master and ask what he should do.

There was no special arrangement; no one had given him any requirements; he was suddenly called out by Director Sun, and then he came here.

Until now, he was confused and didn't have any mental preparation at all; he was the Deputy Factory Director's secretary?

It's just that this Deputy Factory Director Zhou didn't seem easy to get along with.

"Yo—isn't this Secretary Ma."

News travels fast; Ma Baosen hadn't been in office for ten minutes when Wang Min was already teasing him when he returned to the office.

"Secretary Ma, may your future be bright; don't forget us when you make it big."

Wang Min's teasing was endless; at this moment, he said to Ma Baosen with a smile: "Don't say our comrade feelings are thin; I'm reminding you to be careful; this Deputy Factory Director Zhou isn't an ordinary person; he's from above."

"Above? Which above?"

Ma Baosen was just about to find his master to ask, and seeing Wang Min wanting to show off, he asked.

Wang Min leaned closer to him, pointed at his arm, and introduced softly: "Originally from the Supervision Group of the First Ministry of Machine-Building, he has been working in the Supervision Office since arriving at the group."

"Now he's been transferred to the metallurgical plant as the Deputy Factory Director in charge of production; his future is bright."

He raised an eyebrow and said: "Don't be ignorant; there will be plenty of opportunities for progress in the future."

"I don't believe a word you say."

Ma Baosen was smart, looked at Wang Min and said: "If it were really a bright future, why would he come to the metallurgical plant at this time, and still be in charge of production?"

"You idiot—"

Wang Min glared at him and said: "Do you know what it means to turn the tide and save a collapsing building?"

"Only in a crisis is there an opportunity to rise to the top; are you waiting for pie to fall from the sky while sitting in the office?"

He patted Ma Baosen on the shoulder and instructed: "Comrade Little Ma, the time for the organization to test you has arrived; the responsibility on your shoulders is not small."

"Stop teasing him—"

Li Muqin said with a smile: "If you keep going, he'll be dizzy and won't know how to work."

"I'm pointing him in the right direction."

Wang Min looked back at him and emphasized: "This is Little Ma; we have a friendship; I wouldn't bother saying this to just anyone; it's not like I'm after anything from Little Ma, right?"

"It would be great if it were as you said."

Ma Baosen packed his things, feeling a bit low, and said: "I don't think it's like that."

"You think? What did you see?"

Wang Min heard a different flavor, turned to look at him and asked: "Did the new Deputy Factory Director Zhou say something to you? Or did you see something?"

"I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything—" Ma Baosen raised his head and glanced at him, then packed seriously, not daring to answer anymore.

This office was full of sharp people, and he was the only little fool; saying one more word could lead to a leak.

"Baosen, come here."

At this moment, his master, Director Zhang Enyuan, appeared at the door and beckoned to him.

A smile instantly appeared on Ma Baosen's face, and he ran towards his master like a little bird returning to the forest.

"Look, in his heart, only Director Zhang is a good person, and we are bad brothers."

Wang Min said to Li Muqin with a hehehe: "Guess what Director Zhang is going to instruct his little apprentice?"

"Anyway, he's not teaching him to be bad."

Li Muqin threw a document to him and said: "You go to the scene with the leader this afternoon; let yourself feel the demeanor of Deputy Factory Director Zhou at close range."

"What demeanor does he have to feel."

Wang Min twitched his mouth and said: "I knew what kind of goods he was when I was in the group."

Saying this, he still opened the document in his hand, but he was still muttering, with a look of disdain.

PS: Guess who is playing the game regarding the No. 4 furnace?