Chapter 848: Punch him

"That was a great performance."

Nie Chenglin sat to the side, clapped a few times, turned his head, and complimented Li Xuewu.

Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Who asked you!"

That was what he was thinking, but he couldn't say it out loud; it would be too disrespectful.

He could only nod, expressing his acknowledgment and modesty.

On stage was the program "Target Practice Song," performed by the Security Division's Youth University Study Youth Youth Tujidui, with guidance and support from the dance troupe.

This song was both "red" and "brick" (politically correct and solid), perfectly fitting the theme requirements of the evening party.

Especially with the assault team members wearing the guard team's training uniforms, carrying full gear, holding steel rifles, and performing exaggerated movements on stage, combined with the singing and music, it was very effective at stirring up the emotions of the audience.

There were three singers: one professional actress from the performing arts troupe and two young men from the Security Division.

Li Xuewu actually hadn't realized that the Security Division's cultural work was so advanced; it was full of hidden talent.

Because work had been busy this month, he had simply dumped the performance tasks issued by the party preparatory group onto Xiao Zihong to handle.

Wasn't the other party here in the Security Division just to be his assistant? As long as he felt it was fine, he would dump everything onto the other party.

Facing Nie Chenglin's praise, he really couldn't say anything; if there was anyone to praise, it should be Xiao Zihong.

The girls from the dance troupe supporting the performance were also wearing uniforms and holding steel rifles, but their movements were comparatively more graceful and natural.

The foundation of the cultural troupe was clearly very strong; whether it was singing, dancing, performing arts, or vocal music, from what was seen on site, it could definitely get a passing grade.

It was just that the on-site equipment and stage effects were too rough and too serious; in Li Xuewu's view, a passing grade was already quite good.

Of course, judging by the expressions and reactions of the audience, this opening was at least a 120!

The Rolling Steel Mill had long lacked a stage for large-scale program performances; seeing a professional cultural troupe perform, they were as enthusiastic as a long-awaited rain after a drought.

When the program ended and the actors left the stage, the applause was thunderous, far more enthusiastic than the applause given when the leaders entered earlier, which had been more of a "hurry up and don't delay the show" kind of applause.

Li Xuewu followed along with the applause, feeling a bit torn between laughter and tears; looking at the smile on Nie Chenglin's face, it seemed he had the same thought.

A grand gala is actually just like this; what's joyful isn't how good the programs are, but the enthusiastic atmosphere on site.

Years later, you might not remember who was on stage, nor would you remember what was performed.

But you will definitely remember the atmosphere at the time, remember how loudly you shouted, and how happily you played.

Generally speaking, leaders would stay until the end; this was relaxation, but also work.

But after the first program ended, an accident happened.

As the actors left the stage, Yang Yuanlong also stood up, said something to Li Huai De sitting next to him, and left with his secretary.

The employees present who noticed this were all whispering to each other.

A few leaders in the front row stood up to see him off, but as the second program began, the scene returned to the enthusiastic atmosphere from before.

The second program was put on by the propaganda team, but there were also people from the Security Division among the performers.

Because the main body of the program was the propaganda team, Li Xuewu had long ago pushed this team onto Zhang Guoqi.

Zhang Guoqi had also been formally incorporated into the organizational structure when the Management Committee was established.

Therefore, as of now, whether it was the Youth Youth Youth Tujidui or the Propaganda Team, they had nothing to do with the Security Division anymore.

There might be a few people whose personnel files were still there, but Li Xuewu had already privately instructed Sha Qizhi to handle the transfers.

Li Xuewu had already laid the groundwork for these two teams; he would use them when they needed to be used, but he couldn't keep them in his own hands.

Zhang Guoqi was gone, and others would take his place; in any case, he didn't want them.

The dance "War Horse Neighing" was very evocative; the propaganda team members wore green uniforms, and under the lead of the dance troupe actors, they were brimming with youthful enthusiasm and devotion to the motherland's cause.

When the applause started on site, Li Xuewu followed along, and when the applause died down, he pulled his hands back.

Tonight, he intended to be a heartless clapping machine, finish the errand early, and go home early.

Scanning the crowd, he saw Qin Huairu trotting toward the side of the field, and the people in the courtyard who saw Qin Huairu go over also had looks of surprise on their faces.

When Qin Huairu ran up to Yan Jiecheng and said a few words, Li Xuewu saw Yan Jiecheng's expression change abruptly, and he pushed through the crowd and ran out.

What happened?

Just as Li Xuewu was thinking this, he felt someone gently tap his shoulder from behind.

Turning his head, it was Li Haiyang.

"Deputy Secretary Li, Director Li invites you over to sit; there is work to discuss."

"Oh, okay."

Li Xuewu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said okay.

Is this damn thing because he overdid the success lessons for Li Huai De?

Even in this setting, he wouldn't rest and still wanted to actively discuss work?!

Discuss what! Isn't it better to watch the girls' legs on stage!

Pretending to be so diligent and hardworking!

Taking advantage of the fact that the program was still going on, Li Xuewu walked quickly toward the middle of the seating area; the seat next to Li Huai De was empty.

Seeing him come over, Li Huai De waved his hand, which counted as a greeting.

Li Xuewu nodded and sat down next to him.

Sha Qizhi also followed and sat in the seat the secretary had just vacated, which was behind him.

After Li Xuewu sat down, Li Huai De didn't rush to talk about work; the stage sound system was blaring, and he wouldn't be able to hear anything anyway.

After the "war horses" left the stage, Li Huai De smiled and said to him, "I think the expansion work for the cultural propaganda team can be put on the agenda."

"It seems you are truly satisfied."

Li Xuewu smiled, leaned in, and reported, "The current reform situation is 'great'; cultural propaganda work has new achievements and new goals."

"My suggestion is to recruit a batch of qualified graduates from professional art colleges, and then merge a few professional cultural performance teams."

"At the same time, based on actual needs, choose to invite several performing artists with artistic attainments and excellent character to join the team, serving as the backbone for major propaganda work."

"Targeted efforts should be made to strengthen capabilities and improve the professional quality of the propaganda team, further expanding the influence of reform propaganda work."

"I think that's fine."

Li Huai De watched the stage, clapping and nodding as he said: "I trust you with your work; take your time, there's no rush."

"Then I will coordinate with the Propaganda Division and ask them to submit a report."

Li Xuewu reported in a low voice: "Do you have any opinions or arrangements regarding the organizational structure of the propaganda team?"

"You can arrange it yourself."

Li Huai De said indifferently: "Literary and art work is very important. The factory's propaganda front cannot be lost. You must pay attention to it at all times, grasp it well, and manage this aspect of the work."

Li Xuewu nodded in agreement, but he frowned inwardly.

Damn it, he's making me handle everything now, right? I'm doing security work, holding a concurrent position in discipline and supervision, managing trade work, and now I have to handle propaganda too!

Why don't you stand up and let me sit in your seat instead!

Actually, it was wrong for Li Xuewu to complain; the seat he was sitting in now belonged to the Secretary.

Damn it, Li Xuewu realized it now; he was wondering why Li Huai De had called him over to talk about work at this time.

It turns out he was just using a broken chair to give him face and hold a spot for him.

I don't need you to flatter me!

You're really showing off!!!

"Don't worry, I will make arrangements with the person in charge of the propaganda team later."

Li Huai De smiled and nodded, clapping again to welcome the third act to the stage.

Song: "A New Look for the Motherland"

Performance: Steel Rolling Factory Propaganda Division

As the program began, their conversation came to an end, and they watched the show attentively.

Songs, quyi, and dances—various forms of performances were brilliant and varied, with waves of applause that seemed never-ending.

Following "A New Look for the Motherland" was the quyi program "Taking Tiger Mountain by Strategy - Excerpt" presented by the Personnel Division.

Next was the song "I Love This Blue Ocean" presented by the Sales Division.

The dance "Golden Phoenix Flowers Bloom" by the propaganda team.

The song "Truly Like a Pair of Brothers" presented by the Management Committee Office.

They were all very timely and appropriate; strict checks were carried out during the program review and dance/quyi judging, ensuring absolutely no inappropriate content appeared.

After the chorus "The Motherland Is Always Spring" by the Logistics Division, led by Xia Zhongquan, the quyi "Shajiabang - Excerpt" jointly performed by the Technical Division and the propaganda team appeared on stage, and everyone gave applause.

Li Huai De looked at Xia Zhongquan's portrayal of Diao De Yi, laughing loudly while clapping.

The audience below the stage also gave warm applause and cheers for Division Chief Xia of the Technical Division for his performance on stage.

Li Xuewu was also stunned when he saw "Diao De Yi," almost choking.

This old Xia, who usually didn't make a sound and seemed to pant heavily just from walking, was actually a theater enthusiast.

Especially that resonant opening line of "A Qing Sao," which made him feel that this old guy was hiding quite deeply.

Li Haiyang was very good at service work; he handed tea to Li Huai De after every act, drinking like a thirsty donkey.

Li Xuewu guessed that it might be because he was quitting smoking, so he needed to drink a lot of water.

At such an old age, is his prostate that good?

"Comrade Haiyang, how did the matter in Jinmen go?"

"Ah, Deputy Secretary Li."

Li Haiyang had just handed the teacup to the leader when he heard Li Xuewu ask this.

He had just reacted and saw the hand of Division Chief Li holding the teacup pause.

However, he didn't turn his head to look at Li Xuewu, his gaze still fixed on the stage.

But Li Haiyang knew that although Division Chief Li wasn't looking, he was listening.

"It's almost handled; I'm arranging for people to clean up. It's been a matter of these past few days..."

He reported in a low voice to Li Xuewu, his gaze still not leaving Division Chief Li, observing the leader's expression at all times; if anything seemed wrong, he would shut his mouth immediately.

However, the fact that Deputy Secretary Li asked this in front of the leader meant he did it on purpose.

As for those two properties in Jinmen, he was the only one who knew the specific situation.

Sha Qizhi didn't follow last time, the driver didn't get close, and the property management wasn't from the Steel Rolling Factory either.

Every time he mentioned this matter now, he felt his head throbbing; Li Xuewu was definitely not someone to be trifled with, and he would deal with him sooner or later.

Seeing that Division Chief Li didn't show any reaction, Li Haiyang asked back: "Deputy Secretary Li, is there anything you need me to prepare?"

"No need, it's too much trouble."

Li Xuewu didn't look at Li Huai De either, nor did he deliberately look at Li Haiyang; he turned slightly and looked at the stage, as if it were just a casual mention.

"I'll arrange a car and people to go over later, and just hand the keys to me then."

"Understood."

Li Haiyang was just a person who handled tasks; he looked at Li Huai De's expression and agreed to the matter.

Listening to the singing on stage, Li Xuewu didn't bring this up again and joined the others in applause.

Regardless, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds... uh, that description might not be appropriate, but that's the meaning.

Once the number of people in the factory exceeded ten thousand, there were all kinds of talent performances.

After the quyi, the propaganda team performed another piece of Beijing-style drum storytelling, "Good Children of the Party."

Good heavens, the program review really knew how to grasp the scale; they were really cautious.

They had to be cautious; if something really happened at a venue with tens of thousands of people, Li Huai De would be scared to death on the spot.

Li Xuewu's peripheral vision had been observing him; ever since he said those words to Li Haiyang, his smile seemed much bigger, and even his clapping had more strength.

After a performance of "Wind Sweeps the Red Flag Over the Snow Mountain" by the Production Management Division, the propaganda team performed the finale, the song and dance drama "Butterfly Loves the Flower."

This dance drama, which had a slight literary flair and could closely follow the red theme, brought the atmosphere of tonight's venue to its peak.

The final grand finale was the chorus "We Workers Have Strength" by the workshop workers.

More than seventy burly men from the workshops wore rattan safety helmets, tank tops, and white towels around their necks, singing at the top of their lungs, showing the spirit of the Steel Rolling Factory workers.

When the host Wang Zongli took the stage to announce the end of tonight's gala, thunderous applause erupted throughout the venue.

This was a grand gala for all the workers in the factory, a grand event led by and participated in by the workers, a grand event that was...

As for tonight's gala, Li Xuewu wouldn't worry about how the cadres of the Propaganda Division would write their articles tonight.

Li Huai De called the leaders present to go to the backstage area to comfort the actors who participated in the performance.

By this time, the backstage area had already been notified, and all the actors had walked out of their tents, wearing cotton coats or thick clothes, standing in formation, waiting for the arrival of the leaders.

Accompanied by Wang Yajuan, deputy leader of the propaganda team, Li Huai De shook hands with the actors one by one from left to right.

Li Xuewu and the others followed behind, also shaking hands to comfort them for their hard work and offering praise and suggestions.

Li Huai De was very good at speaking and had a very good memory; when he reached each tent, he could recognize what program the team had performed when shaking hands with the actors waiting there.

"Sang very well, the program was very good."

"The dance was very good, very excellent."

"The vocal team worked hard, comrades worked hard."

When they reached the dance team's position, Li Huai De's words were noticeably more numerous, and he could even point out specific names, commenting on their stage effects.

Regardless of whether what he said was right, good, or professional, these girls were all delighted to receive his praise.

Especially when Li Huai De called out their names, they were even more pleasantly surprised and fearful.

Li Xuewu felt that he was laughing the loudest, the happiest, and the most sincerely here.

When the comforting leaders shook hands with the team members one by one, nothing they said was as good as what Li Huai De said.

Li Xuewu hadn't spoken the whole time; at most, when someone took the initiative to greet him, he would just smile and nod.

When it was Zhou Miaomiao's turn to shake hands with Li Xuewu, she felt inexplicably trembling and nervous.

This was the first time she had come into direct contact with Li Xuewu since coming to the Steel Rolling Factory.

Since coming to the Steel Rolling Factory, she had gained a more detailed understanding of Li Xuewu, the fierce figure she couldn't forget after that ice skating incident that winter.

This is a ruthless person!

He is also a big cadre who acts domineeringly and is ruthless in his dealings.

I heard that he once dragged a deputy factory director out of a car and arrested him.

Now she knew very clearly that Li Xuewu was not just the young man playing and acting fiercely on the ice rink, but also a factory leader of a large factory with twenty thousand workers, a proper big cadre, and a figure she looked up to.

So when Li Xuewu stood in front of her, she didn't dare to look directly into Li Xuewu's eyes, and she called out "Hello, Deputy Secretary Li" with a trembling voice.

When Li Xuewu gently held her hand, he felt her trembling, and his eyebrows couldn't help but move slightly.

What are you doing!

Am I that scary?

Didn't they all say I look kind!

"Soaring like a phoenix, graceful like a swimming dragon, dancing with long sleeves; you worked hard tonight."

"Thank... thank you, Deputy Secretary Li."

Although Zhou Miaomiao had attended middle school, she didn't have much cultural knowledge, and being both nervous and afraid, she only understood two of the three idioms.

But understanding two was enough; knowing he was praising her, she almost shed tears of excitement.

This was an excitement and happiness she had never experienced before; it's really good to be alive.

When she looked up at Li Xuewu after thanking him, he had already walked past her and gone to shake hands with other actors.

When Zhou Miaomiao followed his gaze, she found that he still had that confident, calm expression.

Perhaps someone like her was really not worth mentioning in his eyes, of no importance.

But why didn't he talk to others, yet used idioms to evaluate her?

After the comfort visit, many audience members had already left, and some were waiting to clear the venue.

The performance preparation team and management team needed to dismantle all the props and the stage, and arrange for all the actors to be settled before it could be considered over.

Of course, the leaders didn't need to wait until the end; they had already left through the side door.

Li Xuewu, however, stayed behind because those who came from the courtyard included not only people from the courtyard but also people from the West Courtyard recycling station.

They had agreed to go back together, and they were all looking for people to gather now.

Sha Zhu wasn't on duty today and was standing in the crowd greeting him.

Li Xuewu had intended to go over to them to say a few words, but he didn't expect Wang Yajuan to find him.

"Deputy Li..."

She called Li Xuewu and couldn't help but shout this, but when Li Xuewu looked over, she stopped, not knowing whether she should call him that.

Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows and asked: "What's wrong? Are you done?"

"Not... not yet."

Wang Yajuan looked at Li Xuewu, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "How was the performance tonight?"

She combed her hair by her ear somewhat awkwardly and didn't dare to look at Li Xuewu's eyes, but she was still looking forward to Li Xuewu's evaluation.

"Very good, keep working hard."

Li Xuewu smiled and nodded, looking at her like an elementary school student who had done a good deed and was waiting for the teacher's praise.

Wang Yajuan didn't seem satisfied, looking up at him and asking: "Is that all?"

Seeing him slightly stunned, she twitched the corners of her mouth again, lowered her head, and muttered in a low voice: "Just now you were quoting classics and using idioms..."

Li Xuewu: "..."

He definitely hadn't thought that Wang Yajuan would care about this; good is good, do you have to use idioms to be good?

"Good, good, good."

Li Xuewu said amusingly: "Vivid and lifelike, fascinating, gripping, and magnificent."

Wang Yajuan pursed her lips, trying to hold back her smile, but when she looked at Li Xuewu again, she couldn't help but mutter: "Hmph~ perfunctory~ you didn't say hers was good!"

After saying this, she didn't wait for Li Xuewu to say anything else and turned to leave.

She got four idioms, one more than her three.

Li Xuewu looked at her amusingly and reminded her: "Come to my office tomorrow; there's work to discuss."

When Wang Yajuan turned her head back, Li Xuewu had already walked toward the crowd.

She took a look; her sister was also over there, what work had to be discussed in the office... uh, that doesn't seem right!

What am I thinking about!

Could it be the excitement after the stage ended tonight, or the happiness after achieving results, that made me take the initiative to find him.

Wang Yamei also saw her sister talking to Brother Wu; they were sisters and lived in the same room.

Especially recently, after her sister was promoted and started working at the Steel Rolling Factory, the communication between the two sisters had increased a lot.

Of course, it had been a little less recently, mainly because her sister was busy with work.

But she understood her sister's thoughts clearly; ever since she saw Brother Wu, her sister had never forgotten him.

Sometimes when she came to pick her up, she would look toward the courtyard to see if Brother Wu's jeep was there.

Even if it was there, she wouldn't go in to say hello, as if just looking at the jeep was enough.

If I had known today, why bother in the beginning~

Wang Yamei knew her sister's thoughts, and how could she not know her own.

She didn't dare to stick to Brother Wu now, simply because she was close, but found that she was far away.

It wasn't that Brother Wu's attitude toward her had changed, but that he was walking too fast, too far; she couldn't catch up now, and couldn't reach him.

Life is like this; clearly the eyes can see, but the life paths of two people just don't intersect.

Drifting further and further away, nothing can be done.

Can't be lovers, but being friends is no problem.

But before she could say hello to Brother Wu, she heard Qin Huairu say to Brother Wu who was walking over: "Something happened at the Third Master's house."

"Hmm? What happened?"

Li Xuewu remembered the panic of Yan Jiecheng and the Yan family just now, but he didn't want to manage their family's affairs.

Especially since the Third Master had "warned" him a few days ago not to "bully" Yan Jiefang.

However, since Qin Huairu brought it up to him, he couldn't say anything in front of so many people.

Cold-blooded animals not only block out their enemies but also their friends.

"A call came from the courtyard to the guesthouse."

Qin Huairu said with a heavy heart: "They said Ge Shuqin's amniotic fluid broke, and she lost a lot of blood, so she was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment."

Li Xuewu couldn't bear to hear this, frowning slightly: "How could this happen? Didn't they say yesterday that there were still a few days left?"

"I don't know about that."

Qin Huairu sighed and shook her head slightly: "With her frail body, and then such heavy bleeding, I'm afraid she'll lose half her life."

"Fortunately, Guodong didn't come today."

Qin Huairu said with lingering fear: "The old men in the courtyard all came to watch the show, even the houses were empty. It was Guodong who didn't want to come out and had to drive her to the hospital, otherwise... sigh~"

"Their family is really heartless."

Qin Jingru curled her lips: "Knowing there's a full-term pregnant woman at home and still having the heart to come out and play, what were they thinking!"

Qin Huairu knew that if her sister said this, others would be dissatisfied if they heard it, but the logic of the words was correct, and she wasn't in the mood to talk to her.

Li Xuewu just listened to a few words and didn't express any opinion; he really didn't want to manage this matter.

He didn't want to manage anything in the courtyard; if his parents weren't living there, and if it weren't safer to live in the courtyard in this form, he would have had the heart to persuade his parents to move.

Wouldn't it be better for the whole family to live in that three-courtyard house, why squeeze in this courtyard.

The situation doesn't allow it.

The family members are working or studying; if they really moved from the Sihe Academy to the three-courtyard house, maybe one day someone would report them.

By then, even if you could explain it clearly, you wouldn't be able to explain it; once a hat is put on you, the whole family is finished.

So the neighbors in the courtyard still have to get along, and the relationship still has to be maintained; this is a protective umbrella.

His family is different from him; he has a cadre status, the endorsement of the Investigation Department, and that small villa is hidden, so he really isn't afraid of anything happening.

If anyone dares to break into the courtyard, what Li Xuewu told Gu Ning was to shoot, and killing someone doesn't count.

Two people with special identities live in this house, both wearing five-pointed stars, and you can still let people break into the house?

The higher the level, the less likely they are to move, and Li Xuewu isn't afraid now.

Hearing that Ge Shuqin had an accident, he was a little worried about his family, gave a few instructions to the people in the courtyard to pay attention to safety at night, then went out through the side door, got in the car, and went home.

Hey! Things in this world are unclear!

Words follow words, things follow things, people follow people.

Li Xuewu had just gotten out of the car and hadn't entered the courtyard yet when he saw Gu Ning waving at him from the second floor.

His heart moved, and he hurriedly opened the gate and walked into the house.

He didn't even have time to change his slippers at the door before he went up to the second floor.

Qin Jingru wasn't at home, no one opened the gate for him, and no one was tidying up the house in the living room; the old lady had long coaxed Li Shu to sleep.

After Li Xuewu went upstairs, he saw Gu Ning was fine, just signaling him to answer the phone, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Handing the bag in his hand to Gu Ning, he walked to the study and picked up the phone on the table.

"Hmm, I am Li Xuewu."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hoarse greeting with a crying tone came from the other end of the phone: "Leader, I am Yan Jiecheng."

Hearing it was him, Li Xuewu's eyebrows jumped; being able to call him here must mean he had encountered a great disaster.

"Speak, what are you crying for!"

His tone was severe, stopping Yan Jiecheng's sorrowful emotions and reminding him to speak quickly.

"Leader, I... my wife is bleeding heavily, the doctor said she is anemic and needs a blood transfusion, otherwise she won't be able to come off the operating table..."

"State the requirement!"

Li Xuewu asked with a frown: "Is it money or people? Do you need me to organize the cadres of the Security Division to donate blood?"

"Wuwu~"

Yan Jiecheng was really panicked and couldn't help but cry a few times before saying: "The hospital's blood plasma is not enough. Can you help me by telling our factory hospital to transfer blood over? I beg..."

"What blood type? Which hospital! Which hospital does the blood need to be transferred to?"

Li Xuewu ignored his pleading words and asked directly: "Speak quickly!"

"It's O-type blood, Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, it's the Traditional Chinese Medicine... right next to our house..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Xuewu said "Understood" and hung up the phone.

Picking up the phone again, Li Xuewu directly called the duty room of the Steel Rolling Factory Security Division.

After connecting, he directly ordered the duty room to use a special car in his name to transfer ten bags of O-type blood plasma from the factory hospital to the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital to save a life.

He spoke very quickly, his orders were concise and clear, and after finishing, he asked the other party to repeat it before hanging up.

Picking up the phone again, Li Xuewu called the duty room of the factory hospital, explained the situation of Yan Jiecheng and Ge Shuqin, and used his own identity as a guarantee to temporarily withdraw blood plasma to save a life.

Basically, as soon as his phone hung up, they started preparing, taking the blood plasma out of the storage, and handing it over to the cadres of the Security Division who came to collect the blood, without wasting any time.

It takes about fifteen minutes from the Steel Rolling Factory to the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital; there are fewer cars at night, so it's easier to walk than during the day, and they should be able to make it.

Whether they make it or not, Li Xuewu did his best; he didn't dare to think too much for a minute, and didn't dare to waste any time for a second.

Don't look at his disdain for Ge Shuqin's history, and his disdain for the Third Master's family, but he couldn't stand by and watch someone die.

Adults are adults, pregnant women are pregnant women, children are children; this is morality.

Hearing this late at night is really heartbreaking; as long as he can help, he will definitely help; two lives, and he isn't hard-hearted.

Being able to call him here shows that Yan Jiecheng couldn't ask anyone else, and it was difficult for him to open his mouth.

Conversely, not to mention that Yan Jiecheng is a Steel Rolling Factory employee and has the right to use blood plasma, even if he needed to donate blood, he would have to rush over immediately.

Gu Ning was also heartbroken listening to him on the phone, waiting on the side with a frown.

Li Xuewu turned around, looked at her expression, opened his arms, and hugged her.

Gu Ning hugged Li Xuewu somewhat nervously; she was a little scared when she heard the phone call.

Hearing the sound of a car outside, she immediately called Li Xuewu for the other party.

She had also met the wife across the street, and although they hadn't spoken, she also knew some of the other party's situation.

In the Li family, Liu Yin had said a few words, and she had also heard people talking in low voices outside the window.

But just like what Li Xuewu thought, no accounts should be settled at this time.

Since ancient times, no one has been difficult with pregnant women, unless they are those beasts from the Goya country.

"We workers have strength."

"Hey, we workers have strength."

"Working busy every day."

"Hey, working busy every day."

The Steel Rolling Factory's propaganda work has really kept up; it seems Gu Weijie is grasping this work very tightly.

As soon as the command car entered the factory area, Li Xuewu heard the songs from last night's gala playing on the radio.

And looking at the faces of the workers entering the factory, the smiles and excitement from watching the show last night still remained, as if that joy could heal everything and the memory could be preserved forever.

And after he arrived at the office, the briefing on the table mentioned last night's gala, saying they should summarize the experience and form a propaganda offensive.

Li Xuewu didn't pay attention to this, but with the help of Sha Qizhi, he continued to process the documents on the table.

Due to the two-week delay, many documents needing his signature had accumulated.

The urgent ones were processed in a batch yesterday, and today he planned to use the whole day to process these backlogged tasks.

It seems that everything is not suitable recently; his plans never change as fast as reality.

Not long after he sat down, Li Huai De's phone call came, asking him to follow him to the Six Nations Hotel for a look.

After a period of intense renovation and maintenance, the Six Nations Hotel finally returned to how it should look.

The furniture inside the rooms and public facilities were all renovated and replaced; the furniture in some rooms was really unusable and was all cleaned up as firewood.

And this kind of gorgeous furniture is not lacking in the Four Nine Cities now; wealthy families don't dare to use it and are selling it one after another.

It's quite simple for the Steel Rolling Factory to collect a batch of waste for reuse; just go to the consignment store and pull it with a large truck.

No matter how the Six Nations Hotel is renovated, it can't return to its historical state; the renovation goal given by the Steel Rolling Factory to Dongfeng Construction is not to restore history, but to recreate history.

To put it bluntly, these renovations and furniture are for those progressive teachers and students to use; there is a need for living, and also a need for criticism.

Even the wall in the backyard of the hotel was painted with new paint, just for them to post big-character posters.

Knowing it would be ruined, why spend a lot of money on renovation; the current hotel is just for show, and the Steel Rolling Factory didn't spend much money in total.

Li Huai De excitedly pulled Li Xuewu into the car and went straight to Dongjiaomin Lane.

Today, the hotel officially started business as a reception station for progressive teachers and students of the Steel Rolling Factory, and he was going to participate in the welcoming activities.

Looking at his appearance as a big tiger patrolling his territory, Li Xuewu knew that he was confident about the investigation of Yang Yuansong.

It's just that he didn't know where he hid the tribute and share from Zhang Guoqi.

No matter where it was hidden, it had nothing to do with him; he had only been eating the meal of the Discipline and Supervision Deputy Secretary for a few days.

Besides, looking at Li Huai De now, how much insight can he have.

Looking at Zhang Guoqi's damage, how much means can he have.

How much money can they scrape together?!

Li Huai De also has to live, and also has material pursuits; he teaches success studies, not anti-corruption studies.

In the Steel Rolling Factory's plate, as long as he doesn't ruin the pot that everyone eats from, he has to be given some.

If Li Huai De were really upright and honest, he would be confused instead.

But having said that, Li Huai De seems to be very interested in this position and this building.

It seems he is really feeling history and enjoying the happiness of possessing history.

How to describe it, for example, you got a double bed, and after expert verification, it is said that Concubine Yang slept in it, and you also want to go up and sleep in it.

Hmm, that's what it means.

Since learning about the current situation of the Six Nations Hotel, Li Huai De has supported Zhang Guoqi in taking down this building.

On the way, he also told Li Xuewu about the history of this building.

Through his first-person perspective in telling these histories, Li Xuewu understood that this hotel was his childhood dream.

Li Huai De was born in the 1920s, and in the 1930s, he happened to catch up with the most glorious time of the Six Nations Hotel; as a young boy, he passed by here with his parents and was very envious watching the upper-class dignitaries entering and leaving here.

Now that he has become an "upper-class" person and has the opportunity to dominate this building with a strong historical atmosphere and presence, how can he not be interested.

Especially in his memory, the noble ladies wearing cheongsams who walked with the dignitaries in suits, the slits of those cheongsams almost reached their armpits.

That kind of visual richness was deeply etched in his young memory.

Thirty years of vicissitudes, turning around, he is back again.

Now he is no longer a refugee in rags passing by the door, only looking up and not daring to look much, but the new owner here.

When the luxury car stopped in front of the gate, watching Li Huai De standing at the door for a long time, gazing.

Li Xuewu understands his loser mentality of "don't bully the young for being poor," "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river."

In later generations, a Shanghai loser director who married a Hong Kong golden age movie star also showed off like this on a certain platform to gain attention and followers when he forced his fifty-six-year-old wife to appear.

"I married so-and-so!"

Indeed, his wife was once the most beautiful "Zhao Min," who played a stunning role that countless men coveted.

However, beauties are like famous generals since ancient times; they are not allowed to see white hair in the world! Big brother!

This thing is not the same as collecting antiques!

It's just like Li Huai De now; the cheongsam noble lady he liked back then is in his hands, and he stands outside the gate looking at this glorious building with green eyes.

But when he enters the hotel, looking at the loose and ostentatious decoration style, clearly with deliberate flattery, he feels bored again.

It's not that Li Huai De has changed, but history is advancing, the times have changed, and the Great Qing has perished.

The suit dignitaries have run away, the cheongsam noble ladies have become peasant women, and the building has also changed in the development of history.

This gate has seen so many historical celebrities come and go, and it has long lost its attraction.

The gorgeousness is only on the surface!

Even this was spent money to repaint and decorate, and the inside is already loose, as if it is going to grow old at any time.

Li Huai De stood in the lobby, not walking inside, and in the surprised eyes of the service staff, he just stood there looking, thinking, with his eyebrows furrowed.

He should be a little suspicious of life.

Li Xuewu stood on the side and didn't dare to say a word.

He really understands this feeling; readers who often go to Red Romance have had such experiences.

The lights are dim, the atmosphere is fragrant, a tall girl in black silk and a short skirt comes in, and her voice is sweet and moving.

You two start talking about where she is from, where you are from, how many times you have been here, and whether you are familiar with the technician.

Her hand is also guided by you to reach inside, and the atmosphere gradually becomes enthusiastic...

After you finish doing it, when you are savoring it, she turns on the light and starts counting money.

Although this behavior is not very polite, you still feel sorry for her and understand her.

After all, she told you the truth just now:

Father gambles, mother is sick, younger brother is studying,

Just started not long ago and not familiar.

Brothers and sisters all rely on me,

Business failed and need to repay loans.

Ex-husband domestic violence and also gambles,

Bringing up the child alone with no income.

Since she is like this, can you still not tolerate her worldliness and reality?

You can't persuade her to take the postgraduate entrance exam!

But when you see the powder on her face is heavier than the white on the wall, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes that even makeup can't hide.

That kind of disgust and aversion can make you doubt life, become a Buddha on the spot, turn back to the shore, and never want to come to Red Romance again in your life.

You spent money, but let the aunt take advantage!

This business is not a blood loss, it's a kidney loss!

Her action of counting money while sitting there is like a silent mockery of you.

If someone is babbling in your ear at this time, do you want to punch him?