Chapter 767: Fragrant

Fortunately, Xiao Zihong was on-site to hold the line; otherwise, these people would have stirred up trouble, and the preparatory work Li Xuewu had done would have been in vain.

With one civil and one martial force, once things reached that point, they would truly cross from the current stage into the stage of open conflict.

Perhaps influenced by the two suggestions put forward by the working group, the factory had turned its attention to the proposals for the inspection team and the propaganda team.

The inspection team goes without saying; the martial forces within the East Wind and Red Flag factions were quietly gathered by their respective managers, prepared to use physical persuasion if debates failed.

The propaganda team side was more complex; after all, they were all workers from the workshops, and few understood propaganda.

The factory leadership, however, had become interested in the propaganda team Li Xuewu had set up, and one by one, they took the opportunity to go and take a look.

Zhang Li, who was organizing the military training, was also somewhat bewildered; she didn't know what the factory leadership meant, or why they had all come to visit them.

The backyard of the club was not small and fully met the requirements for military training; even if it hadn't, the open-air stadium was right next door, so there was plenty of room to practice.

When Yang Yuansong and Yang Fengshan went to inspect the training, they expressed appreciation for Li Xuewu's idea of "military training first, work later," and unanimously agreed that implementing strong control in key departments was correct.

They had placed their hopes in this team, wanting them to complete their transformation quickly and firmly grasp propaganda work in the hands of the organization.

The state Yang Fengshan displayed during the inspection actually worried Yang Yuansong quite a bit.

Monday's events hadn't ended as simply as that; the factory director's door had been harassed, and Yang Fengshan was dragged away by Wang Jingzhang and his men after getting off work that afternoon.

No one dared to stop them because there were too many people on Wang Jingzhang's side, and the people on the third floor were all hiding.

Yang Yuansong watched helplessly as Yang Fengshan was taken away by Wang Jingzhang and the others; he didn't call the Security Division because he knew that making such a call would be useless—this wasn't a public security issue.

From what he understood, Yang Fengshan basically hadn't slept all night and had been under constant interrogation; those people were being very aggressive.

Although they let him continue working in the morning, Yang Yuansong saw his red eyes and was truly worried he wouldn't be able to hold on.

It wasn't that he feared the influence of the working group, but rather the gazes and opinions of the people around him.

If it truly reached the point of being abandoned by everyone, with everyone pointing fingers at him, he really wouldn't be able to continue as factory director.

Seeking Leader Xiao was no longer useful; Leader Xiao had already gone to the south, and Yang Fengshan's roots above had been severed. These matters could only be borne by himself.

Yang Yuansong accompanying him to inspect the propaganda team was also an expression of support for Yang Fengshan, which was very rare.

After the two left, the other leaders also recognized this management model while inspecting the propaganda team, and they encouraged the team to continue their efforts and accelerate their integration into the Rolling Mill.

Zhang Li didn't understand what this meant, but after reporting to Li Xuewu, she continued to execute the plan as scheduled.

Gu Weijie had called Li Xuewu at the time, and from the current situation, the scale of the propaganda team still needed to be expanded.

Of course, this didn't mean expanding with professional personnel, but rather selecting progressive youth from among the factory workers to join the propaganda ranks.

Li Xuewu understood; they were temporary workers—summoned when needed, and remaining production workers when not.

It wouldn't cost much extra money, but more people would be doing the work, striving for broader participation, and consequently, more people would identify with the propaganda team.

They really are experts in Party affairs; their cunning—no, their work experience—is truly rich.

Li Xuewu naturally wouldn't oppose her decision, but he didn't agree to mix the selected non-professional personnel with the professionals; that was a way to lower their combat effectiveness.

The propaganda team could have a factory team, and they could also have workshop teams; they could be organized into individual propaganda squads.

They could go and learn and train together with the professional teams, and they could invite the professional team's teachers to choreograph programs.

Gathered, they are a ball of fire; scattered, they are a sky full of stars.

The professional propaganda team could fully serve as the spark to ignite the existing enthusiasm for propaganda work.

Another purpose of Gu Weijie's call was regarding the direction of propaganda and program formulation; the Propaganda Division was already deciding on programs, and they would need to rehearse after the training here was finished.

Of course, the propaganda team was professional; as long as there was a script and a program, they could basically perform after practicing.

This wasn't some large-scale gala; it was mainly about conveying propaganda ideas, combining education with entertainment.

Li Xuewu had no objections to this, so the consensus was reached, and starting Tuesday, people from the Propaganda Division moved into the propaganda team's area.

What Kuang Yusheng asked Li Xuewu about on the phone was the Propaganda Division's plan to select literary and artistic propaganda personnel through grassroots Party organizations to form propaganda squads, and as they talked, the conversation turned to the working group.

Li Xuewu didn't speak in riddles when asked about his work content; he told him very straightforwardly that whoever controlled propaganda controlled the initiative.

If he didn't support forming propaganda teams at the grassroots level, others would still form them, and propaganda work would then be in an uncontrolled state.

Kuang Yusheng found it increasingly difficult to understand the current situation, but he had a universal skill: asking Li Xuewu.

Not being very proficient in politics, he had his own little cleverness: continuing to deepen his interest-based ties with Li Xuewu, while resignedly trusting and supporting him.

The benefit of doing this was that communication was continuously strengthened, project interests were firmly tied, and the workers below who gained benefits would continue to support him; this was determined by overall interests.

Slogans couldn't bring subsidies; most workers were still more concerned with practicalities, and even now, no worker had stood up to accuse Kuang Yusheng of being bad.

Another point was that his status was equivalent to Li Xuewu's, so there was no conflict of authority; his closeness to Li Xuewu didn't hinder his relationship with his supervising leader, Cheng Kaiyuan.

Cheng Kaiyuan had just arrived and was still in the stage of familiarizing himself with the business; his relationship with him and Xia Zhongquan was quite appropriate, so he didn't want to destroy this situation.

Li Xuewu wasn't a factory leader, so there was no situation of straddling two boats.

The final reason was Li Xuewu himself; he couldn't quite see through Li Xuewu, but he could clearly see that the decisions Li Xuewu had made in the past hadn't resulted in problems or mistakes.

It wasn't like he was being asked to pick a side or being forced to declare a stance, so why not listen to Li Xuewu's opinion?

Therefore, like Xia Zhongquan, he obeyed Cheng Kaiyuan's leadership, but whether to do something, how to do it, and how far to take it—he had to ask Li Xuewu first.

Compared to Cheng Kaiyuan, they were more convinced that Li Xuewu wouldn't harm them, at least politically.

Because Li Xuewu had no reason to harm them, and even less possibility of stepping on them to climb higher; after all, Li Xuewu didn't understand technology—one could tell from those soul-crushing blueprints he drew that he was truly material for leadership.

Leadership = Doesn't understand technology.

Neither he nor Old Xia cared about face; they didn't feel that asking for Li Xuewu's opinion or listening to his command meant losing face or being inferior.

If Li Xuewu was infallible and could truly lead them onto the right path, then being inferior to him, so what?

"True fragrance" isn't something that only appeared in later generations.

Unlike his relationship with Nie Chenglin, Li Xuewu treated them as friends, and their interactions were natural and harmonious; he didn't force them to choose anything, let alone influence their work, so what else was there to say?

"They made a scene yesterday, and today they came again, still following that bastard Wang Jingzhang!"

Kuang Yusheng said furiously, "I didn't catch them; if I had, I would have definitely thrashed them."

"Why bother?"

Li Xuewu tapped his fountain pen and said, "The situation changes every day; their days are numbered, there's no need to rush ahead."

As he spoke, he checked his watch and signaled for Sha Qizhi to wait a moment.

Sha Qizhi knew the leader was on the phone with Section Chief Kuang, but he still wrote down what he wanted to say on a piece of paper and handed it to Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu took it and read it; Sha Qizhi had written: Received news, they are holding a meeting above, discussing the working group issue.

"I know, your work is heavy, your tasks are significant."

Li Xuewu handed the note back to Sha Qizhi, talking to Kuang Yusheng while nodding to Sha Qizhi: "Work isn't done by one person, and it certainly isn't finished in a day; you have to trust the comrades."

Watching Sha Qizhi burn the note in the ashtray, Li Xuewu continued: "Delegate it down, be bold, delegate both the power and the tasks; reward those who finish, punish those who don't; we must establish a work system."

As he spoke, he nodded to Sha Qizhi, who was about to leave, and then beckoned to Sun Jian, who had followed him in, signaling him to sit and wait a moment.

"If you need support, just say so; our office system here is still presentable; if you send people to learn, I'm very welcoming."

"Hahaha~"

Li Xuewu joked with Kuang Yusheng on the phone, suppressing the old guy's anger.

The problem Sha Qizhi had just mentioned actually already had an answer in Li Xuewu's mind; they were holding a meeting above, a major one at that, which meant results would be out today.

What other results could there be? They had been passively holding meetings for students and faculty to study and discuss, and the activists were meeting—wasn't it obvious?

Wait a bit; the working group might not even make it through today; no matter how much they stir up trouble, it's just a death struggle.

He naturally knew about Yang Fengshan's matter, but this wasn't a simple question of right or wrong; he wouldn't dare get involved in that.

The people Wang Jingzhang brought weren't just found at random, but were the more radical people within the Red Flag faction, and they were flying the banner granted by the situation; no one dared to go against them.

Of course, Wang Jingzhang wasn't just using a chicken feather as a token of authority, picking fights with everyone; choosing Yang Fengshan was a judgment of the situation, and it was targeted at Yang Fengshan's position; if he had targeted someone else, he would have been beaten.

This was shown in their handling of Yang Fengshan's work; even though they had gained power and captured the factory director, once the work bell rang, they still had to let Yang Fengshan go to work; this was also the "situation."

Yang Fengshan deserved this ordeal; no one could save him.

In the position of factory director, he bore risks and obligations; this was a problem all factory helmsmen would face.

To the left, he would clash with cadre-mass relations; to the right, he would clash with Red Flag; no matter how he turned the helm, he would hit someone; he wouldn't get any benefit either way, unless his ship was sturdy and his guns were powerful.

But now it seemed he had neither a good cadre-mass foundation, nor the ability to solve practical difficulties, let alone the courage to forge ahead without fear of strong enemies.

If it were a period of stable economic development, it would be fine; his personality was very suitable for managing a factory.

But now a storm was coming; the great ship of the Rolling Mill was being tested by the storm.

A heart of benevolence?

Hesitation?

Are you trying to die faster!

After pacifying Kuang Yusheng, he hung up the phone, looked at Sun Jian sitting opposite, and signaled that he could speak.

Sun Jian began: "Leader, the working group is organizing the masses to hold activities and wants to put up big-character posters; the factory office sent a notice requiring us to send people to maintain stability to prevent sudden dangers."

"Hmm, Section Chief Kuang just called and mentioned this situation."

Li Xuewu nodded and asked, "What is Deputy Section Chief Xiao's opinion?"

"Deputy Section Chief Xiao went to the scene yesterday and is quite worried about the current situation, especially after last night's farce; in principle, he suggests arranging more people to participate in security work."

Sun Jian looked at Li Xuewu's expression and added, "Including security work for the personal safety of factory leaders."

"Hmm, what is the opinion of your factory office?"

Li Xuewu didn't state his own opinion, but nodded, thought for a moment, and asked Sun Jian another question.

Sun Jian's mouth twitched, and then he said, "According to the factory office's opinion, naturally, the more people the better, but I'm worried about other places; if we pull more people, will larger problems appear in positions where defensive forces are weak?"

"Including the security work for factory leaders."

Sun Jian said in a somewhat desolate tone, "The matter is very complex; if we intervene rashly, I'm afraid it will cause larger conflicts."

"Indeed."

Li Xuewu frowned slightly and said, "If the Security Division uses more people, not only will it leave gaps for them, but it will also cause panic."

"Then maintain the status quo; just have the Public Security Section arrange a few people to keep an eye on it."

Li Xuewu made the decision and instructed Sun Jian: "The same goes for this: in principle, do not get involved in the problems; just maintain public order."

After finishing, he pointed toward the production area and instructed Sun Jian: "Tell the Security Section to keep their eyes wide open and keep a close watch on the problems; this is a test."

"Yes."

He just found it difficult to judge how this order should be executed, so after asking Deputy Section Chief Xiao, he came to communicate with the Section Chief.

What opinion could Sun Jian have? Li Xuewu asking for his opinion just now was testing his attitude toward this matter.

Whether he would unconditionally obey the factory office's requirements or be able to think independently and make judgments based on reality.

Especially regarding Yang Fengshan's problem, Li Xuewu seemed unconcerned, yet also seemed very attentive; he couldn't figure out Li Xuewu's meaning.

Obviously, he had passed this hurdle today, but he didn't know how many more hurdles were waiting for him in the future.

"Section Chief, there's one more thing."

After communicating the most important thing, Sun Jian asked softly, "Director Zhang said the Youth Youth Youth Tujidui needs to perform long-term propaganda and guidance roles; what about the funding issue...?"

"Don't change it for now."

Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Continue to allocate according to the original standard; wait a bit before deciding."

Sun Jian nodded, understanding what Li Xuewu meant by "wait a bit"; he naturally knew the news that Sha Qizhi could obtain.

They are holding a meeting above, and everyone below is waiting, which shows that today's meeting is very important; everyone is waiting for the situation to change.

The working group is still stirring up trouble in the factory, and Li Xuewu doesn't want to provoke them, but he also doesn't want to give them an opportunity to cause something that he would have to take the blame for.

When Sun Jian stood up to leave, Li Xuewu looked down at the documents and said casually, "Tell the Youth Youth Youth Tujidui to pay attention to Factory Director Yang's health; ensure medical treatment when necessary."

"Yes!"

After all, he was his old leader; how could Sun Jian not be worried? He had been walking on eggshells when reporting to Li Xuewu, using both self-preservation and retreating to advance.

Being able to get this instruction from Li Xuewu, he knew that Factory Director Yang had the most basic guarantee.

At this time, the only people who could talk to those lunatics were the people from the Youth Youth Youth Tujidui, because they understood activities better than they did.

Li Xuewu had spoken; even if it meant the Youth Youth Youth Tujidui had to save Yang Fengshan's life, political activities could be carried out, but the bottom line was that no lives could be lost.

At noon, the work bell rang; Li Xuewu had just stood up and taken out his lunch box to eat when he saw Sha Qizhi walk in with a serious face.

"Section Chief, the meeting above is over; the working group has been revoked."

"Understood."

The news had a huge impact, but it was within expectations, so Li Xuewu didn't show any shock.

He patted Sha Qizhi on the shoulder, took him downstairs, and walked toward the small cafeteria to have lunch.

"The production area side was still very sudden."

As they walked, Sha Qizhi reported the specific situation to Li Xuewu in a low voice.

First, he talked about the situation of the meeting held above, and then he talked about the situation that had appeared in the factory at that time.

The meeting above was held very passively; some said "old reforms encountered new problems," and others said they didn't know how to conduct the study and discussion activities either.

Those above didn't know, and those below didn't know, so they simply revoked the working group and let everyone do whatever they wanted.

Li Xuewu found it funny as he listened, but when truly placed in the era he lived in, it was very helpless.

No destruction, no construction?

The losses were too great!

Sha Qizhi was still talking about the farce in the production area; the activities organized by the working group were in full swing, but suddenly receiving the news from above, they came to an abrupt end.

East Wind and Red Flag were just having fun, but when they turned around, the working group people were all gone.

Some people came to look and found that the cars the working group had parked at the entrance of the main office building were gone.

They went upstairs to look, and well, the office looked like someone had moved out; it was a mess.

A string of slogans was also posted on their door: "Working group, get out."

When Li Xuewu took Sha Qizhi to the small cafeteria, he found everyone discussing this; some had joyful faces, some looked relieved, and some looked heavy and confused.

Because they stood in different positions, their attitudes toward the working group's departure were also different.

Li Xuewu finished his meal and went to the second floor; Zhang Songying found an opportunity to follow him up and whispered to him about Qin Huairu's matter.

What could Qin Huairu have to deal with?

This was what Li Xuewu thought in his heart after hearing Zhang Songying bring it up.

Good heavens, it was a big deal!

Xu Sinian was busy at noon, so he didn't see him, but Kuang Yusheng and the others were all there; after Zhang Songying finished speaking, they all burst into laughter.

It turned out that near noon, Qin Huairu discovered that the working group's cars had gathered in front of the guesthouse, and the working group people were all hurriedly moving things and luggage down from upstairs.

She didn't know the working group was going to be revoked, but seeing this situation, she estimated the working group was going to run away.

So she went directly to find Jin Liangcai, who was still busy upstairs; without asking what happened to the working group, she directly brought up the accommodation and food expenses.

After the small cafeteria was established, the working group's meals were arranged there, but when staying at the guesthouse, their accommodation and food expenses were all paid by voucher.

At the time, they were stationed there, and related expenses were all on a verification system, so there was no fear they wouldn't pay; it belonged to post-settlement.

Now it was obvious the other party was going to run away; how could Qin Huairu not go to them to ask for money?

If they were all transferred away, who would she ask for money?

That was exactly what Jin Liangcai thought; the working group was revoked, so he really didn't know who would pay this money.

Anyway, he had no money to give Qin Huairu, and his reply was also to put it on the account first and wait for the higher-ups to allocate funds to the factory later.

Qin Huairu wanted to get it, but since Jin Liangcai said so, she prepared to ask the factory.

She didn't dare to go against Jin Liangcai; after all, there were several levels of difference, and Jin Liangcai was from above.

But before she could ask, Zhang Songying, who had heard the news first, told Qin Huairu about the working group being revoked.

Now it was good; Qin Huairu knew they were going to break up, so she immediately had the security guards stationed there lock the gate.

Jin Liangcai was called down by his subordinates, but nothing worked; Qin Huairu wasn't afraid of threats and said she was waiting for the factory leaders to come and sign.

How could Jin Liangcai dare to wait for the Rolling Mill people to come? He instructed his subordinates to smash the door.

But it turned out that the security guards here were on duty and were carrying guns; with four security guards standing at the door, those clerks really didn't dare to move forward.

What to do?

They couldn't let a woman detain them all!

Jump the wall; the guesthouse wall wasn't high!

Qin Huairu really didn't stop them from jumping the wall; people could leave, but the cars had to stay.

If they really didn't pay, then they would use the cars to pay the debt.

Of course, this wouldn't work; the cars weren't Jin Liangcai's, and they weren't under the temporary organization of the working group, so how could they be used to pay the debt?

Qin Huairu naturally knew this, but she just wanted to humiliate these people.

If they lost the cars, they wouldn't be able to explain it when they went back, and if it got too big, it wouldn't be good for the higher-ups to owe money to those below.

The important thing was that Qin Huairu, relying on being a woman, didn't take Jin Liangcai's bait and didn't recognize the working group's seal; she just insisted on the money.

Their time to evacuate was very tight, and they were afraid they wouldn't be able to get out of the Rolling Mill's gate; how could they delay at the guesthouse?

Not to mention that the Rolling Mill leaders had opinions about them, even those who had been fooled by them wouldn't let them off.

Everything they did after coming to the Rolling Mill was offending people; they didn't do anything good.

The only thing they asked for was construction funding for the factory, and that went through Gu Weijie; who would remember that?

Finally, Jin Liangcai was truly at his wit's end; he couldn't talk to a woman, and he couldn't fight the security guards, so he made a call and called back Feng Daozong, who had already left.

Feng Daozong, with a livid face, had the accompanying general affairs personnel settle all expenses with the guesthouse before taking the cars and people away.

This led to the joke at noon; the working group that had tossed the Rolling Mill for three months finally fell into the hands of a woman, and everyone felt very relieved hearing it.

Li Xuewu naturally didn't mean to blame Qin Huairu; after hearing Zhang Songying finish, he smiled and signaled for her to go get busy.

Kuang Yusheng laughed the loudest, mainly because he had suffered the most, and now he was organizing to have a drink.

Li Xuewu pointed at him and reminded him: "Don't get carried away; the working group is gone, but the problems are still there."

"Indeed."

Wei Zai nodded and said, "The mess left by the working group is enough to clean up; it's not time to be happy yet."

"Damn it, when they first came, I said they didn't come with good intentions, humph~"

Kuang Yusheng's complaint sounded like hindsight to everyone, but it was also a final verdict on the working group.

Bu Fangqing shook her head slightly and said, "Things have to be looked at from two sides; they didn't just come to make trouble; there were reasons, many reasons."

"Indeed."

Wei Zai nodded and said, "From the initial assistance to the later suspicion, and finally developing into opposition and power struggles, it's really hard to say anything."

"What's hard to say?"

Kuang Yusheng curled his lips and said, "A bunch of headless flies; when they came, they had no roots in their hearts; when they did things, they had no virtue in their hearts; when they left, they had no achievements in their pockets."

"Hehe, eat."

Li Xuewu smiled and pointed at Kuang Yusheng, not letting him continue.

Bu Fangqing also laughed and said, "I actually think that their coming here brought a new atmosphere to our grassroots, rectified discipline, and trained the team; it can't all be considered a mistake."

If you put it that way, it was of course correct; things have two sides, and Li Xuewu very much agreed with Bu Fangqing's point of view.

Regardless of the working group's starting point, the Rolling Mill did indeed discover problems and handle them during rounds of inspection work.

Of course, regarding ideology, one couldn't say who was right and who was wrong; those above didn't know who was right or wrong, so those below were even less clear.

Now everyone wasn't considering the working group's problem, but rather who would fill the power vacuum left after the working group's departure.

The working group had worked here for such a long time, so their influence on the Rolling Mill naturally existed.

Today the working group was leaving; did Yang Yuansong and Yang Fengshan really not know?

How could that be!

Why didn't they stop them? Because the working group had already disbanded; what was the use of stopping these people?

What needed to be done now was to complete this part of the influence, eliminate the early influence, correct the wrong line, and lead the Rolling Mill back onto the right track.

So what did the working group leave behind?

Reform exploration teams led by East Wind and Red Flag, a worker base with skeptical and negative attitudes, and right-leaning opinions during the study and discussion activities.

More directly, there were the inspection and propaganda teams generated by their influence recently, as well as the targeting of the factory director.

Li Xuewu didn't believe those Red Flag people would let Yang Fengshan go, and he didn't believe Zhang Guoqi, who was rectifying and integrating East Wind, would stand up to protect Yang Fengshan.

So the wind in the Rolling Mill hadn't stopped; it was just that one had fallen, and another was about to stand up.

Since ancient times, human disputes over power and ideology have never stopped: the Hundred Schools of Thought, the burning of books and burying of scholars, the dominance of Legalism, governing by non-interference, the sole reverence of Confucianism...

Which collision of ideas wouldn't produce sparks and destruction?

If it were said that someone must pay with their life for ideological disputes, Li Xuewu was unwilling.

So he tried his best to avoid getting involved in this kind of competition; he didn't need to endorse any ideology, and he didn't want to pay with his life for any belief.

When the prosperity fades, it's all emptiness; when the fireworks fade, it's all a foul smell.

So what is fragrant?

Zhang Songying's body was fragrant for some reason.

After the meal, everyone tacitly didn't walk toward the office building, but instead chatted and laughed as they went to the guesthouse.

At the dinner table, Li Xuewu had already reserved a few swimming tickets with Zhang Songying; it was cloudy today, and the open-air swimming pool wasn't too sunny, so it was perfect for cooling off.

The guesthouse had already opened rooms for the few of them to change clothes and rest temporarily; after changing, they went to the swimming pool.

It was the same spot, and almost the same people; they sat on the shore chatting for a while, then each found a suitable spot to soak in the pool.

For Wei Zai and the others, it was naturally a soak; letting them swim a few laps was possible, but they just found it too tiring.

Bu Fangqing was a female comrade, but she was skilled and could spar with Li Xuewu in the water for a while.

Perhaps only when competing in physical strength would they notice that Li Xuewu was a young man, while they were already the "previous wave."

"Can't do it, physical strength can't keep up."

Gou Zirong smiled and waved his hand, letting Bi Yuding on the shore pull him onto the platform.

"Still have to be young people; full of vitality, as if they have endless strength."

As he spoke, he looked enviously at the few people competing in the swimming pool, including Li Xuewu and young people from the factory.

Just now, Li Xuewu had taken the initiative to invite these young people to play together; the winners would treat everyone to soda, and the losers would naturally have to run laps.

This way of competing was very interesting; it satisfied the fun of the competition and also accommodated the participants' lack of money.

Li Xuewu's body was long everywhere, long arms and long legs, most suitable for swimming.

There were no requirements for posture; as long as you finished two laps first, you won; there were many "big fish" splashing around in the twenty-plus-meter-long swimming pool.

Gou Zirong said a word, turned his head to look at Bi Yuding standing to the side, and asked: "Why didn't you get in the water? It's so hot~"

Seeing that Bi Yuding hadn't changed clothes and had just come in a casual short-sleeved shirt and shorts, he thought he was wearing a swimsuit underneath.

Bi Yuding smiled and shook his head: "I twisted my waist last night; I'm afraid if I go down, I won't be able to get up."

"Hehe, men are just tired~"

Gou Zirong smiled understandingly, made a joke with Bi Yuding, and the two walked to the shade to sit down.

A waiter had long prepared fruit and tea here, and the two began to chat over the cold and hot.

"Is the trade train coming back?"

Gou Zirong crossed his legs, held his teacup, and asked Bi Yuding; this was a common topic between them.

Bi Yuding nodded: "Sunday, I guess; it's already very rushed, and it has to stop in Jinmen."

As he spoke, he withdrew his gaze from the swimming pool, looked at Gou Zirong, and explained: "You know, freight requirements are quite special; one entry and one exit at the aquatic products company counts as another plan."

"Oh!!!!!"

As they were talking, cheers erupted from the swimming pool; Li Xuewu held onto the edge of the pool, waving at the cheering crowd; it was clear he had won this competition.

Gou Zirong smiled and, together with Bi Yuding, applauded Li Xuewu, who was greeting them from over there.

"I don't understand scheduling, but asking is also calculating the time."

As he spoke, he looked at Bi Yuding and said softly: "After all, the current situation is very special."

Bi Yuding looked at him, frowned slightly, and asked: "You mean...?"

"Hmm."

Gou Zirong's expression wasn't as happy as before, but was faintly worried.

"If it can't be controlled, with such huge interests in front of us, any small mistake could cause big problems."

Bi Yuding thought about what Gou Zirong said, and his eyes involuntarily looked at Li Xuewu, who was talking to a waiter at the edge of the pool.

"If, I'm saying if."

After thinking for a moment, Bi Yuding looked at Gou Zirong and asked: "If problems arise, what should be done?"

"That depends on how you look at it."

Gou Zirong wasn't young anymore; he had originally planned to retire in his position at the Sales Division, after all, this division wasn't popular before.

Who could have imagined that his heart for retiring from the world would be hooked and activated by that young man.

"If discussed separately, then the problem on the train is yours, the problem after getting off the train is logistics', and the problem when selling is mine."

Gou Zirong took a sip of tea, glanced at the swimming pool, and continued: "If looked at as a whole, then no matter where this happens, it belongs to Deputy Factory Director Li."

"So..."

Bi Yuding frowned and looked at Gou Zirong; he didn't know how to say the next words.

Gou Zirong shook his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the next round of competition in the pool, and muttered: "This matter must be discussed with Section Chief Li."

Bi Yuding's eyes also narrowed, and he followed Gou Zirong to look at the pool.

He seemed to understand a little; Gou Zirong was talking about trade, but not entirely.

There were too many people and interests involved in the three departments; what "looked at separately," what "looked at as a whole," and then mentioning Deputy Factory Director Li, finally landing on Li Xuewu.

Bi Yuding was a professional talent who had been in scheduling his whole life; you couldn't say he was politically ignorant, but he hadn't reached the level of being able to apply it flexibly.

"What are you chatting about!"

When the two were silent, Xia Zhongquan also climbed out of the pool, sat on the platform to catch his breath, and then entered the shade.

He saw Bi Yuding and the other talking just now; why were they not talking now?

Gou Zirong and Bi Yuding looked at each other, then smiled and asked Xia Zhongquan: "Talking about the modified cars you guys made; they sell very well."

"Hehe, they're okay."

Xia Zhongquan blew on the tea leaves in his cup, his eyelids drooping; he didn't believe this old Gou's words at all; he was very slippery.

Seeing him like this, Gou Zirong just smiled and didn't care about his attitude; instead, he started talking about the sales situation of the goods in this trade.

"Cars sell the best; once they reached the border, they were all driven away; the price-to-weight ratio is the highest, and the reception is the best."

"Better than agricultural tools?"

Xia Zhongquan wasn't responsible for trade, let alone direct production, so he really didn't know about this.

He picked up the cigarette case on the table, put one in his mouth, lit it, looked at Gou Zirong, and said: "I thought that place was a barren land."

"Stereotype."

Gou Zirong smiled and said: "Although it is vast and sparsely populated, doesn't that just show that it is a demand market? It's very suitable for trade."

"But this is based on the foundation that we have transport channels."

Xia Zhongquan gestured to Bi Yuding beside him with the hand holding the cigarette and said: "You should think about what to do if Section Chief Bi has no transport plans to use."

As he spoke, he gestured to Kuang Yusheng, who had climbed out of the pool, and said: "Old Kuang and the others won't wait for your sales; their machines won't stop, products will be manufactured continuously; if your pace can't keep up, there will be product backlog."

"This is naturally a problem."

Gou Zirong nodded and gestured to Bi Yuding: "The scheduling side has already cooperated with the Beijing Station; I think this pressure will be alleviated."

"Of course, this can't rely on others to guarantee any problems for us."

Gou Zirong also lit a cigarette for himself, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "When Deputy Director Zhang came back, he said the office in Yuezhou had already started preparations; Jinmen here..."

As he spoke, he scratched his chin with his thumb uncertainly, then shook his head: "Must invite Deputy Factory Director Li to go to Jinmen; we have to use the fishery wharf."

This was naturally the key point; why did Li Xuewu insist on dragging Li Huai De to take down the Jinmen Aquatic Products Company? Because the Jinmen Aquatic Products Company had a wharf and warehouses.

How far is it from the Beijing Rolling Mill to the Jinmen Aquatic Products Company's wharf? As long as cooperation is reached, they can use the other party's warehouses and wharf, and the cost is nothing but trade goods.

A frozen train is absolutely enough for several points on this line to eat: Steel City, Wucheng, Jinmen; for Yuezhou, it's best to go by water because the freight is too high.

This time going to Yuezhou was still using the Beijing Railway Station's plan; there aren't many such opportunities, so it can't be used like this.

The plan toward Wucheng is quite convenient because the line toward Wucheng has just opened and lacks transport tasks and plans.

Sending cars there is very easy; it just occupies the Rolling Mill's own plans, and then communicate with the Beijing Railway Station.

"Not very easy anymore."

Xia Zhongquan shook his head slightly: "Deputy Factory Director Li won't leave the factory for a while recently, so you have to think carefully about your plan."

The few people under the shade were silent after hearing Xia Zhongquan's words; how could they not know that Deputy Factory Director Li wouldn't leave Beijing recently? If possible, Deputy Factory Director Li would wish to live in the Rolling Mill.

The sudden change in the situation not only dealt a fatal blow to the working group but also brought unprecedented challenges to various departments of the Rolling Mill.

Everyone meeting together today wasn't for swimming, and certainly not to watch Li Xuewu show off his youthful advantages in front of them.

When everyone was almost up, Kuang Yusheng waved at Li Xuewu in the pool and raised the cigarette in his hand.

Li Xuewu dived in and swam directly to the edge of the pool near the shade.

He didn't need anyone to pull him; he supported himself on the platform and sprang up.

The waiter, Xiao Jin, took Li Xuewu's bath towel, and after Li Xuewu got ashore, she gave it to him immediately.

Kuang Yusheng teased Xiao Jin a few times, making her giggle.

"Where is my soda!?"

Li Xuewu scolded the young people who were drinking soda over there with a smile, making them laugh; he shook the water off his hands, stood up, and walked toward the shade. ===== CHAPTER 768 =====