Chapter 844: Tears will wash away everything

In the final analysis, their work was too rough; they were used to using direct, one-on-one methods.

What could he say? The cause of yesterday was the result of today. He was used to using this kind of method to solve problems, so his subordinates were also used to this kind of method.

This lesson was too tragic, causing him to lose his troops and generals overnight, with his foundation completely gone.

"You are old. Think more about the children and don't leave behind any regrets that can't be saved."

Li Xuewu glanced at him, then leaned back on the sofa and said: "Benevolence doesn't command troops; righteousness doesn't command wealth."

"The blood shed in Jicheng was all caused by your own hand."

"You did the first day, so I had no choice but to play along with you."

"If you like playing this, then let's continue. I'll accompany you to the end!"

The night was deep, and the moon was like a hook.

Thinking slowly, tears wet his clothes.

Zhang Wanhe coming here with Wen Saner actually already explained his attitude.

The indignation and questioning were mixed with pleading, and his red eyes and face only showed his guilt.

As for whether he was guilty of his own selfishness or the new grave in Jicheng, that was unknown.

He took himself too seriously, thinking that with Jicheng's interests and Gangcheng's interests, Li Xuewu wouldn't tear his face with him.

He also didn't take Li Xuewu seriously enough, thinking he could find a balance between these kinds of cooperation and have some freedom.

Unfortunately, it was this lack of judgment that harmed him and those subordinates.

Li Xuewu never said he would cooperate with him from the beginning; it was he who cried and shouted to worship at his door and be a dog.

Now that the dog wanted to enter the house to eat, shouldn't it be beaten?

Cooperation? He wasn't worthy!

Either work loyally, or get out with that disloyalty.

He could have let them go before, but now that they were involved in so many projects, could Li Xuewu still keep him?

To not even have this bit of awareness—how could he be the head of the house!

Zhang Wanhe's total defeat wasn't the sudden collapse of a building, but Li Xuewu pinching his lifeline.

Using interests to drive him to abandon his foundation and come to Gangcheng to seek development.

Using righteousness to drive him to abandon his left and right arms—one went to Beijing to manage the descendants, and one stayed in Gangcheng to manage trade.

Using the situation to drive him to abandon the surface management of Jicheng, letting him master the overall situation of Gangcheng.

If he hadn't been at the dock, if he hadn't cut off his own arms, if Da Qiangzi hadn't been obsessed with Gangcheng trade, it wouldn't have been easy for Li Xuewu to do this.

His actions seemed impulsive and reckless, but he had already made full preparations.

Zhang Wanhe being able to walk here today showed he no longer had any aggressiveness.

Otherwise, Jicheng's would be a new grave, and Gangcheng's would be a water ghost.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."

Li Xuewu looked at Zhang Wanhe, his eyes sharp: "At the dock, you can still be the person in charge of the ships, but never touch the water again."

Zhang Wanhe raised his head, his face ashen, looking at Li Xuewu. He knew the meaning of this sentence.

This wasn't keeping him, nor was it pitying him, but wanting his life.

"Never touch the water again" meant he would never think of leaving this dock; if he dared to take a single step away, it would be death without a burial place.

To put it more bluntly, it was house arrest.

He couldn't go back to the mountain; if he went back, he would only die faster.

He couldn't go back to Jicheng either; if he arrived in Jicheng, Da Qiangzi would be the first to kill him.

How could it come to this!

Wen Saner thought for a moment while listening to Zhang Wanhe's words and said: "I'll talk to Biaozi about picking up the family. It's time, and they should enjoy family happiness."

Zhang Wanhe listened to Wen Saner's words, but his gaze didn't move from Li Xuewu's face.

He was afraid that in the blink of an eye, Li Xuewu would take his life.

Even if he died, he wanted to be a clear ghost.

"I can't let down the people back home."

Zhang Wanhe slid off the sofa, knelt on the ground slowly, looked at Li Xuewu, and said sincerely: "Proprietor, give me a way to live."

Li Xuewu raised his head slightly, looking down at Zhang Wanhe. Seeing his appearance, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Are you afraid I'll sweep away the ghosts of Gangcheng and use you as lamp oil?"

"Fine, you want to be worthy of the brothers who broke out with you. I understand."

He nodded, his narrowed eyes slowly opening, and asked casually: "Bingcheng, the city closest to the Russians—opening up territory, can you go?"

Zhang Wanhe knelt there, embarrassed; he didn't dare to agree to Li Xuewu's request.

This wasn't asking for a way to live for his brothers; this was going thousands of miles to die.

Taking down Jicheng was something they filled with human lives. He knew what it took to settle the underground market of a city.

Precisely because he knew this, he didn't dare to agree.

"Hmph~"

Li Xuewu snorted coldly, glanced at Wen Saner, and continued to ask: "Jincheng, the maritime gateway closest to Beijing—guarding one side, can you do it?"

Zhang Wanhe's face was ashen. He slowly bowed his body, knocked his head on the ground, and didn't get up again, only begging for his life.

"Go to Gangcheng with Third Uncle."

Li Xuewu glanced at him and said with lowered eyes: "Choose some young ones, those with blood, those who want great wealth and honor, and follow you to work at the dock over there."

Zhang Wanhe slowly crawled up and knelt there looking at Li Xuewu. He could hear that there was still a hope of life here.

Li Xuewu crossed his legs, let out a long breath, and said: "You don't want to betray your loyalty, then fine, let's keep it simple."

"Sell your life, take the money, and I'll guarantee that the people on the mountain won't have to worry about food and clothing. This is your last chance."

Li Xuewu raised his hand, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued: "Obey orders and listen to commands. I'll give you knives, I'll give you guns. Don't ask what you're doing; you only need to know who to kill."

After finishing this sentence, he put down the teacup and said: "Life over there is better. You are to be cleaners. I've given you the chance."

"If you don't care about the lives of your family and want to be a lonely ghost, I won't stop you. At most, I'll just lose the cost of a boat ticket."

Li Xuewu didn't care whether he waited for death at the Gangcheng dock or went to the Gangcheng dock to be a cleaner; the result was the same.

Zhang Wanhe could see the coldness in Li Xuewu's eyes and knew he had offended the other party deeply.

Actually, he regretted it the moment he received the news from Jicheng. He shouldn't have sent that notice to Jicheng.

People in the "white" world were particularly taboo about this kind of thing, and particularly petty.

It was different from people like them who mixed in the "black" world; they were afraid that this kind of method would bring trouble to themselves.

Purity was more important than anything.

This knife wound, without any reason or explanation, would forever become a history that this person couldn't explain clearly.

For people like them, as long as they found it back, set up a game, and got their face back, it would end.

The injured one deserved it; who told you to mix in this.

But it wasn't like that with Li Xuewu. He was young and did things more directly.

If you dare to stab my people, you're stabbing my face, then no one on this line of yours will be able to live.

People who came down from the mountain would rather fight a tiger coming down the mountain than provoke a small cadre.

The rules of the two paths were different. The former could fight one-on-one, while the latter was always a destructive group brawl.

Li Xuewu hated that he didn't die, yet was afraid of dirtying his own hands, and even more afraid of staining his own reputation, so he was forcing him to end it himself.

Of course, it wasn't that there were no opportunities; hadn't he already mentioned three?

Bingcheng, Jincheng—he didn't dare to go. He could go to Gangcheng to be a cleaner.

There would never be a day of stopping; either lose his life or flee for his life.

Zhang Wanhe knelt there, his heart like cold ice. Li Xuewu wanted him to make a choice, to make a choice for all the young people loyal to him.

Go down to the sea—once you go down to the sea, you can never get back to shore. If you don't go down to the sea, you can never go down to the sea.

As for playing with people's hearts, he had known long ago that ten of him wouldn't equal one Li Xuewu.

The young people he brought out had seen the flower-laden world, and without any specialized skills, they could only sell their lives for him.

With money, could they really get back to shore?

Not necessarily. If money were really that easy to make, why would he give them this opportunity?

I'm afraid that once they do the work and earn this money, they will never be able to reach the other shore.

Their hearts have gone wild; young people can't get back to shore, and they can't return to the mainland, so aren't they just killing machines and walking corpses?

By then, they can only earn money crazily, realize the meaning of life crazily, and even sell their lives as if seeking death.

Their families will become the mark and meaning of their lives, and the bottomless pit on the mountain will endlessly devour their young lives.

A scholar killing people without a knife—so sharp and ruthless!

By now, he understood that Li Xuewu had long intended to send him to Gangcheng.

As for choosing him instead of the young and strong Da Qiangzi, perhaps it was because of this difficulty in leaving his native land.

People are old, have no heart, and it's just right to fly a kite.

Too young, with too many changing thoughts, easily causing trouble.

The killing knife of last night didn't chill his heart, but the scheming Li Xuewu revealed today made him feel cold from his scalp to the soles of his feet.

I'm afraid that when the Jicheng matter wasn't smooth, and when the Gangcheng problem first appeared, this terrifyingly young proprietor had already calculated this step.

Breaking his two arms, making him willingly go to Gangcheng to sell his life for him.

As for Da Qiangzi, he was just a big fool, set up by the proprietor, turned against him, and placed in Jicheng to stimulate them, becoming the blocking tiger on their way back to the mountain.

The desperate Zhang Wanhe no longer had any room for choice. He could only walk down the path Li Xuewu had designed for him.

Li Xuewu didn't look at him again, but instructed Wen Saner: "If you want to go back to Beijing to arrange things at home, do it as soon as possible. Pick up Erhaier and the others and come back early to prepare."

"Load a ship of goods from the Steel Mill first. Leave the qualifications on the road to the Investigation Department to coordinate."

"Where to? Gangcheng?"

Wen Saner looked at Li Xuewu in surprise. This ship of goods was a full thousand tons. Had the trade line to Gangcheng been opened so quickly?

"No, wait for my news. Go to Yangcheng first, and depending on the situation, go to Gangcheng."

Li Xuewu looked at Wen Saner and said: "I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other for three to five years after this trip. I wish Third Uncle a victorious start and a wealthy return home."

"Don't~ don't set goals, and don't say such inspiring words; it's not very auspicious."

Wen Saner waved his hand, and while speaking, helped Zhang Wanhe up.

"Every time I see the captain say 'the advantage is with us,' I feel it's not auspicious."

Wen Saner took the initiative to help Zhang Wanhe, not because he was kind-hearted—kind-hearted people wouldn't have stood firm in Gangcheng and forced Zhang Wanhe not to leave the dock for half a step.

He understood the opportunity Li Xuewu gave him—an opportunity to owe Zhang Wanhe a favor.

This help established the distinction between high and low, up and down in the future. Zhang Wanhe would have to use his life to repay Wen Saner for this rescue.

Helping him meant Wen Saner was using his own reputation to guarantee him, allowing him to work for him.

Li Xuewu wanted Zhang Wanhe to die, but he also had to consider Wen Saner's face.

Once in Gangcheng, Wen Saner would take care of them, so they wouldn't have to live in deep water and scorching fire, facing death at every turn.

Although they would still be living under someone else's breath, it was better than working with a knife at their backs.

As long as there was hope, they dared to fight. If they didn't have to be lonely ghosts, they also wanted to keep their lives and return home wealthy.

At the door, Zhou Changli, who stood like a background wall, listened to the conversation in the living room with a trembling heart.

It was his first time seeing Li Xuewu like this—dignified without anger, with an imposing manner that broke people.

Zhang Wanhe was also an old bandit, and his murderous aura was hidden in that old face.

Even if he wanted to do something fierce, he wouldn't easily reveal it.

But no matter how heavy his murderous aura was, it was nothing in the face of scheming and tactics; he could only kneel down obediently.

This wasn't two people fighting, nor was it two groups fighting; each of them carried various responsibilities and obligations, so they could only play this kind of scheming.

He stood at the door and felt terrified just listening. He wasn't afraid of someone coming at him with a knife—just fight.

He was afraid of this feeling of falling into a pit while walking, without even knowing who dug the pit or even buried him.

Zhou Changli admitted that in terms of scheming and heart, he really had no talent and couldn't play against these old... uh, I didn't say Wu Ge!

He would rather carry a knife and fight ten people than face a person like Li Xuewu.

It could be said that Zhang Wanhe's total defeat today wasn't unjust.

He had indeed learned something and gained insight by coming here, knowing there was a weapon that killed without blood.

Li Xuewu was still very concerned about him, and even called him aside to talk alone when Wen Saner and the other left.

Zhou Changli was still thinking about these words and trying hard to remember them until he walked out of this courtyard.

A cultured big cadre really speaks differently!

The general meaning should be: he is now also a big brother leading little brothers, holding a bunch of little bastards in his hands, no longer a lone wolf.

He has to lead the brothers in his hands to make a living, eat well, and drink well.

He also has to consider the families and futures of these brothers and take care of them.

Only when the care is in place can he be considered a proper awesome big brother.

Make people respect you, admire you as a figure...

Hiss~~~

This big cadre's words are too hard to remember; his brain is a bit confused.

It seems Wu Ge's words were like this. Even if the original words weren't, the general meaning was correct.

He remembered the last sentence very clearly: "It's not easy to be a big brother."

"Is everything handled?"

Zhou Wang Yamei heard the movement downstairs and walked out from the stairs.

She glanced outside the door and walked into the living room to start tidying up.

Li Xuewu sat on the sofa, drank the last sip of tea, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and smiled slightly: "Did I scare you and the child?"

After finishing, he looked at the stairs, where a small head was looking at him, its big eyes full of panic.

"Come, son."

"You!..."

Zhou Wang Yamei turned to look at Li Xuewu, strange brilliance flowing in her eyes.

And on the stairs, Fu Zhidong ran over with his bare feet.

He didn't dare to look at his mother's face and threw himself directly into Li Xuewu's arms.

Li Xuewu smiled, didn't care about Zhou Wang Yamei's expression, picked up Fu Zhidong, patted his little butt, and asked: "Scared?"

Fu Zhidong shook his little head and didn't speak, both cowardly and stubborn.

Zhou Wang Yamei glanced at her son, took the teacup from the coffee table, and went to the kitchen to wash it.

She could hear the sound of Li Xuewu coaxing the child in the living room from the kitchen.

But she stood by the kitchen sink, washing dishes while shedding tears, holding back her sobs so Li Xuewu wouldn't hear.

The more the child clung to Li Xuewu, the sadder she felt in her heart.

She wanted to give the child a complete home, but she couldn't be both father and mother.

Fu Zhidong was her hope now, and also her belief and reliance while she remained in Gangcheng.

It was an abnormal and unreasonable relationship, but she did it anyway.

She didn't regret meeting Li Xuewu; she was just helpless about her son's future.

Walking out of the kitchen, Zhou Wang Yamei had already sorted out her emotions. Looking at her son sitting sideways in Li Xuewu's arms and whispering, she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

"Uncle has been tired all day. Let Uncle rest."

Fu Zhidong listened to his mother, but his little head buried itself in Li Xuewu's arms, not wanting to come down.

Li Xuewu smiled, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and asked: "Finished tidying up? If you're finished, let's go to sleep."

Zhou Wang Yamei nodded, walked to Li Xuewu to take the child, but Fu Zhidong saw his mother coming and shrank even tighter into Li Xuewu's arms.

Li Xuewu signaled the lights in the living room to Zhou Wang Yamei, picked up Fu Zhidong, walked toward the stairs, and said: "I'll sleep in the same room with my son tonight."

"Mom will sleep together too."

Fu Zhidong was quite filial and hadn't forgotten his mother. Li Xuewu hadn't forgotten either.

This godson was worth recognizing!

Upstairs, master bedroom.

Li Xuewu coaxed the child to sleep, then came to coax the child's mother to sleep.

The previous few times he came to stay, Zhou Wang Yamei had arranged for him to stay in the guest room. Today, his godson was sensible and gave him the opportunity to enter the master bedroom.

Zhou Wang Yamei was sitting on the bed reading a book. Seeing Li Xuewu enter, she put down the book and asked helplessly: "Asleep?"

"He's already snoring."

Li Xuewu had just taken a bath, and his hair was still damp, making it uncomfortable to lie on the pillow.

Zhou Wang Yamei looked at him, got out of bed, took a dry towel, and came back to help him wipe it.

"Who serves you like this at home? Gu Ning? Or that girl?"

"Stop it."

Li Xuewu smiled at her sitting beside him and said: "With you saying that, I've become a young master from the old society who can't do anything?!"

"What do you think~"

Zhou Wang Yamei put away the towel, but was pulled by Li Xuewu onto the bed, rolling to the other side, and said: "Just looking at your clumsy appearance, anyone who didn't know would think you had eight or ten servants at home."

"Good fellow!"

Li Xuewu patted her butt and said amusedly: "Fortunately, you don't work in the Management Committee, otherwise I would have been framed as a remnant of the old society~"

"You are of the new society!"

Zhou Wang Yamei felt the big hand clawing under her body and pinched his face coquettishly.

"Speak! How did you trick my son into calling you Dad?!"

"Does this need tricking?"

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and said evilly: "Believe it or not, I can make you call me 'Daddy' without even opening my mouth!"

"Go away, I won't call you that, you're so bad! ~"

……

"Dad~ Daddy~"

……

"You're just bad! You're bad to the bone!"

Stopping the car in the maple forest at night, redder than the flowers of February.

Zhou Wang Yamei's face was redder than the flowers of February because the car... stopped.

She couldn't take it, and seeing Li Xuewu still laughing, she gave him a hard punch.

Li Xuewu didn't care and hugged her, coaxing her with a few words, making Zhou Wang Yamei feel moved again.

This person was shameless, how could he have so many bad ideas!

The number of useless postures has increased~

……

"Do you want to live in Jincheng?"

Li Xuewu's voice came from the dark night, carrying a vague joy.

Zhou Wang Yamei was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why go to Jincheng?"

"There are business and work over there."

Li Xuewu just explained simply, then continued: "The house has already been arranged, and the child's schooling won't be a problem."

Zhou Wang Yamei raised her head to look at the face close at hand, then lowered her head again.

"Let's not go."

Her voice was trembling. This choice and decision were very difficult for her, but it was also something she had determined in her heart long ago.

"We aren't going anywhere; we'll stay in Gangcheng."

Zhou Wang Yamei raised her head, lay on Li Xuewu, looked into his eyes, and asked: "I'll wait for you in Gangcheng, okay?"

"Of course."

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, smiled, and said: "I respect your choice, just as I have always respected you."

Zhou Wang Yamei twitched the corners of her mouth. This bad guy kept saying "respect" in his mouth, but does respecting people involve making them call you "Daddy"!

Is Beijing already playing this wildly?

She wouldn't go to Jincheng; she thought this bad guy must have some crooked path!

He must be calculating something, wanting to use the two of them as a cover again.

Thinking of this, she had the heart to pinch him hard to vent her hatred.

But as a woman, what strength did she have to retaliate against him?

She could only...

"If you don't go to Jincheng, then find something to do."

Li Xuewu lay on the pillow and said: "Go work at the dock."

"Work at the dock?"

Zhou Wang Yamei turned on her side, looked at Li Xuewu, and asked suspiciously: "Is your business so big that the dock even needs a psychologist?"

"Hehe~"

Li Xuewu laughed lightly: "The dock doesn't need a psychologist; they're too busy to be depressed."

"I'm not asking you to go to the dock to be a doctor, but to manage personnel."

Li Xuewu turned over, looked at Zhou Wang Yamei, and explained: "In the past, the dock's personnel work was all handled in Beijing. Now that there are more people, it's inconvenient."

"Doing business, there are only three things that are most important: business, finance, and personnel."

"You're idle anyway, so just help me grab one."

"Can I grab this?"

Zhou Wang Yamei only dared to play the hooligan with Li Xuewu in the dark of night; she was too embarrassed to do it during the day.

Li Xuewu felt Zhou Wang Yamei's movements, flipped over, and said: "Grab with both hands, and both hands must be hard!"

Zhou Wang Yamei: "..."

On Saturday morning, perhaps calculating the days, or perhaps discovering his mother's mood, Fu Zhidong looked at his uncle eagerly.

Li Xuewu was helpless and could only comfort him by saying he would come again in a while.

Fu Zhidong didn't go to school after breakfast and hugged his leg, refusing to leave.

Zhou Wang Yamei was also reluctant to let Li Xuewu go, but she knew better that Li Xuewu didn't belong to the two of them.

In the end, with Zhou Wang Yamei coaxing and Li Xuewu promising that he would let his mother take him to Beijing when winter came, he was finally sent to school.

Li Xuewu's farewell to Zhou Wang Yamei was much simpler; everything that should have been done was done last night,

Zhou Wang Yamei returned after sending the child to school, then saw Li Xuewu off.

She watched the jeep drive away before returning inside, her tears once again threatening to become a river of sorrow.

The morning schedule was tight; it began with a trade conference, the main agenda of which was selecting the industrial goods to be exhibited in Yangcheng next month.

This included hardware, food products, packaging, and the heavy industrial products unique to the Steel Rolling Mill.

Cars and ships were not included in the scope of this exhibition.

One reason was that there were no results yet; the other was that neither product had formed even a shred of production capacity.

Although the Steel Rolling Mill's cars and ships were not part of the planned economy and fell under the Steel Rolling Mill's "non-core" tertiary industry scope.

However, within the entire planned production economic system, the procedure of releasing a concept car first and then formally producing it three or five years later, as seen in later generations, was not allowed.

On Li Huai De's side, without a certain level of production capacity, he wasn't at ease putting products on the shelves.

Bragging has a cost; if you really blow it out of proportion, you might get hurt badly.

Of course, internally, everyone was still very confident.

Dong Wenxue and Xu Sinian both made statements at the meeting, promising to manage and develop these two "heavy weapons" of the Steel Rolling Mill well.

Comrades from the Steel Smelting Plant and the Shipyard also attended the meeting; Li Xuewu took a look at Yang Shuxing's state and felt relatively reassured.

Midway through the meeting, a secretary came in to report a situation to Li Huai De.

Li Xuewu was sitting right beside him and heard it clearly.

It turned out to be news from the capital, reporting on the Secretary's frantic investigation and the interrogation of Zhang Guoqi.

Li Xuewu swept his peripheral vision over; Li Huai De was not nervous, let alone pale, merely nodding, which showed he was still composed.

The people at the meeting didn't pay much attention to this small interlude; Li Huai De was now the Director of the Management Committee and Deputy Secretary of the temporary Party Committee group, so he naturally had a lot of work.

As long as there was urgent work in the capital, the secretary would contact him directly for timely handling.

Li Xuewu gave a keynote speech at the trade conference, titled "The Important Role of Enterprise Industrial Transformation and Layout Centered on Reform and Production in the Development of the Planned Economy and Trade System."

He focused on the Steel Rolling Mill's future core work requirements and the direction of industrial layout structure adjustment.

The Steel Rolling Mill leadership collective, with Li Huai De as the commander-in-chief, would rely on the existing complete heavy industrial foundation to connect the upstream and downstream industrial chains.

They would focus on developing light industrial bases to achieve the goal of re-entrepreneurship with spillover capacity.

They would expand the enterprise's development ideas and resolutely complete the major transformation task of comprehensive development of heavy and light industry.

When speaking about the Steel Rolling Mill's existing industrial layout, Li Xuewu clearly pointed out that Comrade Li Huai De had the foresight to set the strategic goal of gradually migrating the Beijing Steel Rolling Mill's heavy industrial production to Steel City.

In the future, the Steel City industrial production base would usher in great development and great opportunities.

The process of comprehensive development of light and heavy industry integration would be accelerated, and the goal of enterprise group development was determined for the first time and put on the work agenda.

In the future, the Beijing factory area would be built as a service industry hub for enterprise management, trade, scientific research, technology, ecology, and training education.

Beijing and Steel City would complement each other's advantages and promote each other; combined with the needs of industrial development in the new era, it would radiate to more urban industrial layouts in the future to complete the grand goal of enriching the country through industry.

In his speech, Li Xuewu emphasized: Those who do not plan for all time are not enough to plan for a moment; those who do not plan for the overall situation are not enough to plan for a region.

The times are developing, society is progressing, and the means of industrial production technological innovation are changing with each passing day.

If industrial development cannot keep up with the pace of the times, it will become a spectator of history.

If technological development cannot keep up with the speed of the times, it will become a sinner of the enterprise.

At the end of his speech, Li Xuewu proposed: Calling on all employees of the factory, filled with the spirit of the masters of the Steel Rolling Mill in the new era, under the guidance of the goal with Comrade Li Huai De as the banner, to strive forward with all their might, struggle arduously, and fight for the grand goal of developing the Steel Rolling Mill into a comprehensive industrial conglomerate!

Thunderous applause erupted in the venue amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere of his speech.

Everyone present was infected by the grand blueprint he depicted in his speech, and an infinite drive surged within them, wanting to throw themselves into production work.

No matter how many personal emotions they had in their hearts, at this moment, as long as they were members of the Steel Rolling Mill, everyone hoped that this day would come soon.

Their love for the collective was sincere, they were full of hope for the future, and they were incomparably supportive of the development direction set out in the speech.

A few days ago, Li Xuewu had lost his temper and scolded people at the Steel Smelting Plant.

But everyone could see and understand Li Xuewu's support and enthusiasm for the industrial development of the Steel Rolling Mill.

For today's Steel Rolling Mill, Li Xuewu had put in a lot of effort and done a lot of work on the layout and development plan.

Some people were unconvinced by Li Xuewu's youth, and some were unconvinced by Li Xuewu's seniority, but no one had ever been unconvinced by Li Xuewu's work ability.

His speech was inspiring, stirred the will, and urged people to forge ahead.

The Steel Rolling Mill leaders attending the meeting, as well as the main leading cadres of the branch factories, fully agreed with Li Xuewu's keynote speech.

In the subsequent discussion, Li Huai De announced several decisions on industrial development.

The first point was talent cultivation; technical workers from the Steel Rolling Mill would be allocated to the Steel Smelting Plant to support the construction and development of the Steel Smelting Plant's industrial zone.

Communication with cooperative universities had been completed; next, Huaqing University would send a technical support team to provide professional technical support to the Steel Smelting Plant.

Secondly, within the next three years, the Steel Rolling Mill would invest a huge budget of 20 million yuan in the Steel Smelting Plant to complete industrial layout and construction.

This included the construction of existing light industrial production bases, the innovation of steel smelting technology and equipment, and the innovation of steel rolling technology and equipment.

From the moment this plan was determined, the equipment renewal budget for the Beijing Steel Rolling Mill would be stopped and moved to Steel City to be used as a development budget.

Within three years, the Beijing Steel Rolling Mill would migrate 40% of its industrial production to Steel City; the budget generated during this period would be supplemented by trade projects, joint industry, and light industrial production profits.

In other words, the adjustment funds for this 40% of the industry would all be raised by the Steel Rolling Mill itself, without adding trouble to the state.

Li Huai De was not talking big, nor was he bragging.

It was a development strategy calculated and formulated by Li Xuewu together with the project team, calling the Finance Department and other related departments.

Li Xuewu was afraid that the situation would change complexly in the next few years, so he also kept a conservative estimate of the planning results.

Li Huai De had sufficient confidence when he saw the report, so he was exceptionally firm when reading the decision at the meeting.

Finally, Li Huai De announced at the meeting that the industrial integration construction plan with the Steel City Steel Smelting Plant as the core was officially launched!

At the end, he put forward development requirements for the Steel Smelting Plant: to take industrial transformation as the core, take the development of smelting technology as the foundation, continuously expand production capacity, accelerate the development of new steel smelting technology, fully meet the needs of enterprise development, and become the foundation and firm force for group development.

Lunch was eaten at the guesthouse restaurant; there were many people, and leaders from all three factory areas were present.

Because the meeting was very successful, the cadres of the Steel Smelting Plant could see the future development.

The cadres of the Shipyard had just joined the big family of the Steel Rolling Mill and were deeply shocked by this speed of development.

Compared with the re-entrepreneurship of the Steel Smelting Plant, the Shipyard's industrial dependence on the Steel Smelting Plant and the Steel Rolling Mill was higher.

At the meeting just now, Director Li also mentioned that the planned transferred industries would prioritize the needs of shipbuilding and automotive industry development, followed by hardware production and other industrial industries.

Transporting steel rolling products from the Beijing Steel Rolling Mill and transporting them from Steel City to the Yingcheng Shipyard saved more than just freight.

Yingcheng and Steel City were very close, transportation was convenient, and industrial integration development was also a great thing for the Yingcheng Shipyard.

The topic of discussion at lunch was this kind of development and the prospect of future goals.

At the dinner table, Li Xuewu took the initiative to invite Dong Wenxue and Xu Sinian to return to Beijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It was a reunion of comrades in the factory, and also a reunion of family members.

Xu Sinian refused first; seeing Li Huai De at the table, he mentioned the speech just now and said he was full of drive for the future.

He wanted to bring the spirit of Director Li's speech and the meeting instructions back to the Shipyard as soon as possible, not wanting to delay even for a day.

Li Xuewu watched him make his statement and smiled very satisfied; this old boy finally figured it out and knew how to fool the leaders.

After Xu Sinian made his statement, Dong Wenxue also took the initiative to refuse the invitation; he spoke about Director Li's requirements for the Steel Smelting Plant.

The industrial integration work of the Steel Smelting Plant not only related to the future development of the Steel Rolling Mill but also involved the development rhythm of the Shipyard.

Therefore, on behalf of all the Steel Smelting Plant leadership team members, he decided to grasp and implement this work, completing the historic task of the Steel Rolling Mill as soon as possible.

They couldn't return to Beijing for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, but they hoped that one day they could bring the good news of the Steel Smelting Plant completing the task back to Beijing to report on their work.

Li Huai De pointed at Dong Wenxue at the dinner table, saying that these words were inspiring, but they also had to be practical and achieve results.

Under Dong Wenxue's signal, Yang Shuxing followed up and made a statement, expressing that all comrades in the Steel Smelting Plant would resolutely follow Director Li's banner, talk about the overall situation, talk about development, talk about safety, resolutely take development as the goal, and rush towards the future of industrial integration with all their might.

Li Huai De was particularly satisfied with his speech; this was the political ecology of the Steel Smelting Plant he wanted to see.

With the improvement of his status and the stability of the structure, his vision had become much longer when looking at the organizational ecological structure of the Steel Rolling Mill.

As the head of the Management Committee, it didn't matter to him who was chosen as the work target; he only looked at the results and no longer cared about the process.

Li Huai De knew that Dong Wenxue's work at the Steel Smelting Plant had Li Xuewu's firm support and help.

Today, Yang Shuxing took the initiative to lean towards him, which showed that Dong Wenxue was working hard and could listen to his opinions.

On the way to the dispatch workshop, Li Huai De took the initiative to call Dong Wenxue into the car to talk together.

When waiting for the train at the platform, the two were still chatting, as if they had endless things to entrust to each other.

The train roared, carrying travelers on their way home, and also brought back the hope and joy of harvest.

Getting on the train on Saturday afternoon, getting off at eight o'clock on Sunday morning.

Precisely because it was Sunday, everyone went back to their own homes and found their own mothers as soon as they got off the platform.

Even if there was work, it would have to wait until Monday.

Han Jiankun drove to pick up Li Xuewu; first, he let him and Han Jiankun load the things brought back from Steel City into the car.

Li Xuewu greeted Li Huai De before returning to the car.

Li Huai De also had a car to pick him up, but the direction of departure didn't look like it was leaving the factory area; it should have been going to the guesthouse.

Of course, early in the morning, it couldn't be to find Liu Lan; it was very likely to understand the situation.

Li Xuewu didn't believe that he dared to leave the Steel Rolling Mill and leave Beijing without having arrangements here.

This person's level of handling business wasn't high, but his level of handling people was not low.

Saying Yang Fengshan lost a bit unjustly was one thing, but saying Yang Yuansong lost was not unjust at all.

At first, Li Huai De was also very afraid of Yang Yuansong, thinking that the other party was a more difficult character than Yang Fengshan.

Unexpectedly, after settling Yang Fengshan, looking at Yang Yuansong again, he was so loose and unbearable, vulnerable to a single blow.

However, even if he looked down on him strategically, he didn't leave the other party any room for a comeback tactically.

Li Xuewu estimated that the chess piece Zhang Guoqi was about to exert his final warmth.

Haiyuncang No. 1 Courtyard, Villa.

Gu Ning's belly was showing now, and she couldn't get on the operating table at the hospital, so she could only do some basic work.

The department director was a clever person and took the initiative to give her a prenatal checkup, issuing a medical order: breech presentation, home rest.

As for whether the fetal position was really breech or not, Gu Ning knew it in her heart.

But if the director said it was breech and wouldn't let her go to work, then it was breech.

So starting from this week, Gu Ning began her sick leave, just like her sister-in-law.

When Li Xuewu arrived home, Gu Ning had just finished breakfast and was strolling in the courtyard.

The Great Demon King Li Shu was carrying a stick she didn't know where she found, making noises and scaring the two free-range chickens in the courtyard through the fence.

Hearing the car, she didn't think that her father, who hadn't been home for many days, had returned.

When she saw Li Xuewu enter the courtyard, she was so happy that she ran over unsteadily.

Because the villa was on high ground, there was a gentle slope from the doorway to the courtyard gate.

Adults walking could feel it, but it wasn't a big deal.

But Li Shu was running from inside to outside, and she couldn't brake; the faster she ran, the more panicked her excited little face became.

Finally, when she was two steps away from Tell Baba, she performed a standard forward-lunge move for Tell Baba.

Maybe she was scared while running, or maybe it hurt when she fell; when Li Xuewu went to help her up, she burst into tears immediately.

"Wuwu~"

"Wuwuwa~"

If you're going to help me up, just help me up, what are you laughing at!

Bad Tell Baba!