Chapter 898: Why did you only just arrive!

"The issue of the progressive teachers and students from out of town can wait. You all draft the proposal first; I will communicate with Director Li."

The conference room door opened, and Li Xuewu stepped out.

Zhang Songying walked beside him, asking about the key points for the next steps of work while taking notes.

"Especially regarding the management team and the service plan."

Li Xuewu saw Sha Qizhi standing at the doorway with Peng Xiaoli, who looked somewhat nervous, waiting for him.

He swept his gaze over the two of them, didn't stop his pace, and continued to instruct Zhang Songying as he went downstairs.

"If the team isn't built well, you'll be uncomfortable later; if the service plan isn't set well, the reception will be uncomfortable later..."

Peng Xiaoli watched the leader walk past him without even acknowledging him, and he still felt a sense of loss in his heart.

But before he could think too much, Sha Qizhi pushed him on the back, gestured toward the stairs, and said, "What are you dazed for? Follow."

"Oh—yes."

After Peng Xiaoli finished talking with Deputy Director Sha in Deputy Director Wang's office, his body had been stiff, and his thinking had become much slower.

He still hadn't figured out how he had been chosen as Deputy Director Li's secretary.

Things happened too suddenly; there was simply no time for him to investigate clearly. After giving his answer, he was brought back to the conference room door to wait for the leader.

Old Jin's look at him just now had already changed; Peng Xiaoli didn't quite understand what it meant specifically, but it was very complicated.

He didn't even have time to think through his own affairs, let alone understand others.

When Li Xuewu walked out of the conference room just now, he was a bit bewildered, and his impression of Li Xuewu had changed once again.

It wasn't that Li Xuewu had changed, but that the perspective from which he viewed Li Xuewu had changed.

Before, he was a secretary clerk in the office. Although he dealt with the Security Division and had suffered losses at Li Xuewu's hands, that was all in the past.

Even if Li Xuewu was powerful and fierce toward him, how many times could he see him in a day?

Besides, after spending a long time together, he also knew how to get along with this difficult leader.

However, now he was going to work with the other party as a secretary, and he couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated.

That setback from not long ago still left a lingering shadow in his mind.

When getting along with Li Xue, he couldn't help but compare her with his own shadow.

Why was he so dedicated after Li Xue was assigned to him for training? Later, when Li Xue was chosen by Deputy Factory Director Jing as a secretary, he was also so diligent.

People all said he was trying to suck up to Deputy Division Chief Li, and some said he had ulterior motives and was playing a double game.

Actually, these reasons all existed to some extent.

Li Xuewu was the person in charge of the Security Division and Li Xue's own second brother. Since she was assigned to him for training, how could he not want to get a bit of a connection?

Furthermore, Li Xue was truly beautiful, and he was a normal young man; feelings of admiration were perfectly normal.

He hadn't done anything out of line, nor had he offended her, so what was the problem?

However, deep in Peng Xiaoli's heart, there really was a secret he couldn't tell regarding why he was so dedicated to training Li Xue.

Every time he saw Li Xue, he would be troubled by the shadow in his heart.

On one hand, by training Li Xue, he sought happiness in the process; on the other hand, he also wanted to "revenge" himself on Li Xuewu.

Your sister is trained by me; what do you have to be arrogant about!

Your sister is in my hands; what are you arrogant about!

"Xiaoli, come."

"Hey—yes, leader."

Hearing Deputy Director Sha call him, Peng Xiaoli hurriedly responded and trotted to the car.

Just now, Deputy Director Li was talking about things with several other leaders, and he didn't dare to step forward.

After the leaders dispersed, the command car also drove over.

Deputy Director Sha told him to wait a moment and went to the leaders' side first; it looked like he was introducing his situation.

It was only a matter of two or three sentences, but Peng Xiaoli felt it was extremely long.

Especially the look the leader swept over, which made him feel even more uncertain.

It seemed... it wasn't Deputy Director Li who chose him?

"Xiaoli, the leader is going to the Beijing Television Factory; you do a good job with the service."

While instructing, Sha Qizhi handed the notebook in his hand to him and exhorted, "This is the leader's itinerary and notes on key work. Keep it well and read it in the car."

Peng Xiaoli solemnly took the notebook while carefully listening to Deputy Director Sha's arrangements.

This wasn't a notebook; this was a secretary's relay baton.

From this moment on, he had already started taking over Li Xuewu's secretarial work.

Although he was a bit excited and nervous in his heart, and the notebook in his hand was trembling a bit, he still noticed that while the two of them were talking, the leader had already gotten into the car.

He didn't know why, but Peng Xiaoli felt that Deputy Director Li didn't like him, or rather, the other party had no intention of choosing him as a secretary.

Of course, he hadn't heard the leader say so, but relying on his slowly recovering reason and intuition, things seemed a bit complicated.

"Alright, that's all for now."

Sha Qizhi patted his arm, helped him open the front passenger door, and gestured for him to get in.

"When you come back, find a time, and we'll talk in detail."

"Sha... Deputy Director Sha."

Seeing Sha Qizhi taking such good care of him, Peng Xiaoli was very moved and wanted to say something, but was stopped by the other party's nod.

Looking at the smile on Deputy Director Sha's face, he regained a little bit of confidence.

He was a new secretary, and Sha Qizhi was an "old" predecessor; this action of helping him onto the horse and sending him off for a distance was truly very sophisticated.

Sha Qizhi took the initiative to reach out and shake his hand, patted his arm again, and gestured for him not to delay the leader's time.

The two completed a simple handover, and Peng Xiaoli took office; Sha Qizhi also stood where he was, watching the jeep drive away.

"He is quite righteous."

On the third floor, someone was commenting on Sha Qizhi's actions just now in a mocking tone.

"I just don't know who he's doing this for. Does he really think the person he helped onto the horse will remember his kindness for a lifetime?"

"Who dares to think about a lifetime? One or two years is already a profit."

Although another voice didn't have a mocking meaning, it was also a person who loved to watch the excitement.

Hearing him say this, the former person raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately, "You are the principal, he is the deputy. Didn't you give any suggestions?"

"Me? Where do I have the qualifications to speak?"

It turned out that the person standing by the window was none other than Sun Jian, Director of the Security Group's General Office.

Sun Jian could tell that the other party was deliberately provoking his nerves, but he didn't care, his gaze still on Sha Qizhi downstairs.

After sending off the jeep, Sha Qizhi was standing downstairs talking to people from the Foreign Trade Office, as if he was also going out.

"As the principal, sometimes I still have to look at the deputy's face."

He withdrew his gaze from downstairs, looked at the other party, smiled slightly, and said, "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; the situation is beyond control~"

"Hmph~"

The other party was obviously not a good person either. Provoked by Sun Jian's words, he said with some disdain, "Near vermilion, one gets stained red; near ink, one gets stained black. I don't believe he is a kind person."

"Oh?"

Sun Jian deliberately raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "How so?"

"Don't try to trap me. In the same office for so long, I don't believe you can't see his depth."

The other party was not a young person. Although provoked by words, he hadn't lost his reason.

They were all old bureaucrats; digging pits for each other had become the norm. Today you trap me once, tomorrow I trap you back—learning from each other and improving together, right?

"I really didn't see it."

The smile on Sun Jian's face grew thicker. He reached out and patted the other party's shoulder, then turned and went downstairs.

That person still stood in front of the window, looking at Sun Jian's old fox-like appearance, snorted coldly again, his lips moving slightly, not knowing what he was muttering.

Sun Jian didn't care what the other party would say about him after he left.

There is a good old saying: a straight body doesn't fear a crooked shadow.

"Director Sun, I was just looking for you."

Just as he came out of the main office building, Sha Qizhi, who was standing in the courtyard talking, discovered him and took the initiative to greet him.

"There's something over at the Political Group. What's the matter?"

Sun Jian explained, then looked at Sha Qizhi and the several office clerks beside him.

It really isn't just people from the Rolling Mill here; there are also students from Huaqing here for internships.

This was at Li Xuewu's request, to select a group of university students interning at the factory who understand foreign languages and are highly capable, in order to bolster the ranks of the Foreign Trade Office.

Sha Qizhi himself knows a little Russian, but only the daily conversational phrases; back when the Soviet brothers came to provide support, he didn't get the job of receiving them.

If the Foreign Trade Office didn't have translators, it would truly be a case of "hanging a sheep's head but selling dog meat."

So, Sha Qizhi called two people from the General Office to help, and selected a few university students, wanting to go to the Foreign Affairs Department for training; he had to settle matters at home first.

He is Li Xuewu's secretary, but he is also the Deputy Director of the General Office.

Previously, his main job was serving Li Xuewu, and Sun Jian didn't give him many work assignments.

But now, he doesn't need to run around outside following Li Xuewu; as a solid Deputy Director, he can't just leave whenever he wants.

In a few words, he explained the work he had to attend to, and his tone was even more humbly apologetic.

Sun Jian was actually very amiable, laughing and saying repeatedly that it was a good thing, telling him to go get busy first, as he would handle the work in the General Office.

However, just as Sha Qizhi was about to leave, Sun Jian called him back and gave an unexpectedly stern instruction: "You still need to do a good job with the handover; don't let any oversights occur."

"Alright, I understand."

Sha Qizhi's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced in the direction Sun Jian had come from; his gaze swept past, catching a figure flashing by on the third floor.

Perhaps it was because they saw Sun Jian talking to him, or perhaps they were sensitive to his gaze, but the person hurriedly hid; however, they were still spotted by him.

Under Li Xuewu's leadership, which of the Security Division cadres hadn't mastered the skill of watching in all directions and listening to everything?

It's him~

Sha Qizhi withdrew his gaze and looked at Sun Jian again, discovering that the other party had already walked into the Security Building.

As the saying goes, what is constantly on one's mind will surely have an echo; being constantly kept in someone's thoughts is also a matter of concern.

It was already past eleven in the morning when the jeep drove out of the television factory.

Peng Xiaoli learned from the notebook handed to him by Deputy Director Sha that Deputy Director Li had added a trip at noon to the chemical plant.

He held this notebook in his hand like an action guide, learning as much as possible from Sha Qizhi's work mindset to understand the schedule.

But... since coming out of the Rolling Mill, the leader hadn't said a single word to him yet.

Including the trip to the television factory, meeting the other party, exchanging pleasantries, attending the meeting, and saying goodbye—throughout this journey, he felt like a mere spectator.

It wouldn't be accurate to say he wasn't favored by the leader, but Deputy Director Li simply hadn't paid him any mind.

As for what should be done or said, it wasn't as if he hadn't seen such things before.

In order to reach this position today, he didn't know how much homework and effort he had put in privately.

He had even simulated many times in his heart what he should do if he were chosen as Secretary by Party Yang Shuji, or what he should do if chosen by Factory Director Yang.

To put it bluntly, if Party Yang Shuji or any leader in the Party Committee had chosen him as secretary at that time, he could have achieved a seamless transition.

It's a pity that man proposes, God disposes; he had simulated so much and thought so much, but he had never thought about being Li Xuewu's secretary.

He was like a headless fly, not knowing how to approach Li Xuewu.

Deliberately judging whether the other party was a factory leader would be too silly and absolute.

But to say he had risen to the sky in one step and would henceforth be prominent in front of others was also impossible.

But from the moment he walked out of Deputy Director Wang's office to following behind Li Xuewu downstairs, he had already felt something different.

What was different?

His mindset, or rather, the mindset of others; the looks and gazes they gave him carried a bit of surprise, or perhaps what one might call "meaningful."

Borrowing the tiger's might?

Perhaps it was like that; in the current Rolling Mill, who dared to challenge Li Xuewu, and who dared to say he wasn't a factory leader?

If Li Xuewu wasn't a factory leader, then what were those team leaders and deputy team leaders whom he called over for meetings and ordered around until they were busy as bees?

Prestige?

Yes, coming down from the building, Peng Xiaoli felt Deputy Director Li's prestige.

He hadn't really noticed it before; he was always the one taking the initiative to greet others.

But today, he became the one following behind the leader, receiving polite smiles from others.

Really, it was only today that Peng Xiaoli finally felt the special sensation of being greeted.

Although he still felt immense pressure when facing Deputy Director Li, following behind him, he felt a sense of reflected glory.

What kind of feeling was this?

Strange and complex, indescribable; perhaps this was the experience he had been pursuing and dreaming of day and night.

Several hours had passed, and his heart was still struggling to contain the excitement.

But holding the notebook handed to him by Deputy Director Sha, he was recalling the other party's work attitude and daily habits.

A secretary's habits are mostly related to the leader they serve; from the other party's words and actions, it's not hard to see the leader's preferences.

Deputy Director Sha was a man of few words, but he was humorous and witty; dealing with them, he was also very generous.

And Deputy Director Li's generosity didn't need to be deliberately investigated; it was basically a consensus among everyone.

From today's conversation with Deputy Director Sha to the notebook handed to him later, it wasn't hard to see the other party's goodwill.

Although Peng Xiaoli was also clear about the deeper meaning of the other party doing this, he still had to view the other party's character from the correct perspective, and thereby understand Deputy Director Li's character.

Today was his first day on the job, and Deputy Director Sha had no intention of guiding him for a few days; the handover was also very simple, as if he completely trusted him.

Some might say this was intentional by Sha Qizhi, wanting him to make mistakes in front of the leader so he could help him handle these problems later, thereby gaining his favor.

Did Deputy Director Sha have such plans?

Peng Xiaoli didn't know, but even if others said so, he wouldn't believe it.

It's simple: he wasn't a rookie fresh out of the woods, nor was he a novice who didn't understand the business.

He was the secretary responsible for coordination and docking with the Security Division; even if he hadn't specifically executed tasks for the Security Division, how could he not have looked at the documents that passed through his hands?

Mistakes were certain; even a married couple needs time to adjust to each other's feelings, let alone a leader and a secretary.

The relationship between the latter is even more complex than the former; too far is not right, and too close is not right either.

Look at now, the leader is sitting in the back reading materials without speaking, so how would he dare to take the initiative to chime in?

If they really interacted like neighbors, would he turn around and say to the leader: "Hey, what shall we have for lunch?"

Not to mention he didn't have the nerve, even if he did, he didn't think his life was too long.

He had long heard of the person driving; a driver with a pistol tucked in his waistband who usually spoke less than he farted—would you say that's scary or not?

There had long been a ranking in the car pool; Han Jiankun was the one who spoke the least among all the drivers, leading the second place by an absolute margin.

Even after working together for so long, there were still people who hadn't spoken to him.

People all said Han Jiankun harbored things in his heart, holding a grudge over his father's death, so he was willing to drive for Li Xuewu to repay the favor.

Plus, as everyone knew recently, Han Jiankun got married, and Li Xuewu attended in person; the partner was the younger sister of Qin Huairu, the director of the reception center.

You just savor it; the more you savor it, the more flavor it has.

What does Li Xuewu do? Deputy Team Leader of the Security Team, with many lives on his hands.

If someone really didn't have eyes and provoked him, perhaps the first one to pull the trigger would be this silent driver.

Was it like this daily when Deputy Director Sha was secretary? He didn't know.

But now the driver doesn't speak, and the leader in the car doesn't say a word; as the secretary, he can only be a mute.

Fortunately, the journey to the Beijing Chemical Plant wasn't very long, and Peng Xiaoli's ability to endure awkwardness was quite good.

The vehicle stopped steadily one step away from the lobby steps, convenient for the leader to shake hands and exchange pleasantries with the reception staff after getting out.

Peng Xiaoli had thought about how to open the car door for the leader, but following Li Xuewu out, he knew very well that the other party usually didn't want the secretary to open the car door.

At this moment, watching Deputy Director Li shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with the other party, all harmony, he also tried his best to maintain a polite smile, responding to the reception staff who greeted him.

"Oh my, you are truly hard to invite."

Bai Changmin, Deputy Director of the Beijing Chemical Plant, took the initiative to greet them outside the building door, and while shaking hands with Li Xuewu, he complained: "If you didn't come again, I would have gone to the Rolling Mill to block your door."

"Hahaha~"

Li Xuewu's hearty laughter echoed through the lobby, reverberating: "It would be useless if you went; I don't even know what I'm going to be busy with the next moment, or where I am!"

He patted Bai Changmin's hand apologetically and said: "Director Bai, if I were to say I'm so busy my feet don't touch the ground, you'd definitely think I'm elevating my own status; how much work can a Deputy Division Chief have, right?"

"Hey! I didn't say that!"

Bai Changmin pointed at him with a smile and said: "Could I not understand your situation? If I didn't understand, could I invite you to negotiate cooperation?"

"Hahaha, that's settled then."

Li Xuewu released his hand with a smile, gestured toward the building door, and said: "Friendship lies in mutual understanding; you are the one who understands me."

"If I understand you, that's not enough; in a while, you have to make Director Zhu understand you too."

Bai Changmin joked deliberately: "Don't blame me for not reminding you; you refused twice, which really hurt our Director Zhu's heart."

"Is the leader angry?"

"Blame me~ blame me~"

Li Xuewu muttered apologetically while walking inside: "I'll punish myself with three cups in a while."

"Anyway, he's not very happy."

Bai Changmin walked beside him, joking: "If it really turns into a Hongmen Banquet, don't blame me."

"Where~ where~"

Li Xuewu laughed and joked: "Even if you, Brother Bai, want to keep me, could I say no? Today I'll risk my life to accompany the gentleman and show my sincerity."

"Don't play dirty~"

Bai Changmin was afraid of Li Xuewu mentioning alcohol; he had been drunk once last time, and just now Li Xuewu was mentioning punishing himself with three cups, so he deliberately glossed over it.

He didn't expect Li Xuewu to mention it again; wasn't this clearly bullying others with his power!

"Hahaha~"

The laughter was too demonic; from the first-floor lobby to the third-floor reception room, Peng Xiaoli felt his social skills all the way.

Was this the person who was silent in the car?

People all say that cadres are actually the best actors; he didn't have a deep realization before, but now he was experiencing it firsthand.

From getting out of the car and meeting, including Deputy Director Li and the other party's Deputy Director Bai, the two's secret struggles were going on intensely every moment.

You see them exchanging pleasantries, being polite, greeting, and joking, but in reality, the confrontation regarding cooperation had long since begun.

The Rolling Mill needs the automotive industry and needs to cooperate with the chemical plant; otherwise, they wouldn't have taken the initiative to come here to negotiate a while ago.

Now that the chemical plant has been dragged by the other party into participating in the development of tertiary industry and joint industry projects, it has become the other party occupying the initiative.

But cooperation between such large factories is never a scene where you always win.

Yesterday Li Xuewu took the initiative to visit, and today they took the initiative to invite for talks; they just have their own wins and losses.

Whoever takes the initiative suffers the loss.

Li Xuewu wouldn't take the initiative to visit again anyway; he had to wait for three times, just like Zhuge Liang in the thatched cottage.

It was the third time, so he naturally gained the upper hand, but the other party wasn't willing to suffer a loss either.

First, they arranged a dinner, but it was at noon.

They also arranged for a familiar Deputy General Manager to receive them at the door, but kept saying the leader was concerned.

Finally, it was the negotiation; the other party had the Director lead, just wanting to turn the tide.

As for Li Xuewu, he naturally didn't want to lose his position, but when people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads.

Bowing the head shouldn't be too much; what to do?

Just fool around, stir up trouble, and talk about other things.

Didn't you say the leader is angry? Alright, I'll punish myself with three cups, and we'll see each other at the drinking table.

Business is business; there's give and take. If the other party is talking about something absolutely unfavorable to you, then you just change the subject and talk about what's favorable to you, right?

Li Xuewu walked in front, laughing boisterously, while Peng Xiaoli behind him was observing the tricks.

Why else would Xu Sinian once point out that he was spiritual? He understood many things in the government office at a glance and grasped them at a hint.

"Why is the canal so clear? Because there is a source of living water."

Before, he often heard people talk about these things; secretaries with quick mouths would also talk about interesting things about leaders in small circles, but they were all the positive kind.

Peng Xiaoli sat at the end of the table, listening to people talk about how glorious the leaders were when they went out, how they conducted themselves, and how smooth and sophisticated they were.

Secretaries need to learn to grow; being a secretary for a leader naturally means seeing more and learning more.

Look at Sha Qizhi; what was he before? He had been Li Xuewu's secretary for more than half a year; look at him now.

This is the charm of opportunity; Peng Xiaoli used to envy those people to death, being able to learn behind the leaders.

Today it was his turn; compared to the stories he had heard before, he felt Li Xuewu's social skills were even better.

Especially in utilizing his own advantages and using four ounces to move a thousand pounds, he could truly feel the leader's ability and charm.

When meeting with Director Zhu Xiaolin, the head of the chemical plant, Peng Xiaoli really thought the other party would give them a hard time.

But in reality, Director Zhu was extremely polite, not treating Deputy Director Li as an outsider at all, and certainly not as angry as Deputy Director Bai had said downstairs.

Look, this is the routine.

Peng Xiaoli knew very well that the other party definitely hadn't rehearsed for Deputy Director Li's visit; this was the tacit understanding in the government office.

Just say, if you heard Deputy Director Bai say those things downstairs, wouldn't you feel a bit uneasy?

When you got upstairs and met the other party's leader who treated you with great courtesy, wouldn't you feel a little moved?

Can you say they were intentional, just to flatter you in the upcoming negotiations?

Just as he thought in his heart, the confrontation actually began from the moment they met.

"Drink a little less, it doesn't matter."

Bai Changmin smiled and said to Liu Yongtao; it was really because Li Xuewu took the initiative to toast, and he couldn't get away with not drinking.

Last time, it was Office Deputy Director Liu Yongtao who received the Rolling Mill group, and he was the first to be knocked down.

This time, hosting the visiting Li Xuewu, Liu Yongtao, who was responsible for reception, was truly intimidated by Li Xuewu's politeness.

But the more intimidated he was, the more Li Xuewu targeted him; taking advantage of the conversation, he had already finished two cups.

Liu Yongtao knew his drinking capacity too well; sipping from a small cup was fine, and more than a jin wasn't a problem.

But he still remembered the ability and routines of this Deputy Division Chief Li from the last drinking session.

First using a small cup, then a glass, and after the small cup, using a large glass...

He couldn't withstand the other party's handling, so he surrendered early.

Liu Yongtao said he had important work in the afternoon and didn't dare to get drunk.

Li Xuewu naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him, but his gaze turned to Bai Changmin.

Seeing this, Bai Changmin naturally chose to sacrifice his friend rather than himself.

You have important work, and I don't?

You don't want to wake up tomorrow, and do you think I want to lose a part of my life!

Whoever told you to be the Deputy Director, you go first; Li Xuewu's temper is very high today, so naturally, it's a wheel battle, a life-and-death game.

Didn't you see Director Zhu had joined the fray? Today, they were striving so that Li Xuewu wouldn't fall until they fell; if Li Xuewu fell, they would drink just right.

Last time Li Xuewu brought a team, but this time it was just him; how could they let go of this opportunity?

So the drinking session at the chemical plant at noon began its dramatic side.

All the heroes besieged Bright Peak, and Zeng Ainiu used his strength to overcome ten thousand techniques, knocking everyone down.

It was only later that Director Zhu Xiaolin saw the situation was gone, morale was scattered, and he greased his feet to run away early; otherwise, the chemical plant would have been "headless and brainless" all afternoon.

Matters had already been negotiated; otherwise, how could they be drinking at noon?

Even if Li Xuewu dared to drink, they were afraid of delaying things.

Not talking about business after drinking is a consensus among government cadres.

Bragging at the drinking table doesn't count after sobering up; this is also a consensus.

So don't believe the vows at the drinking table; otherwise, you'll be just like the other party who brags and guarantees for you—both idiots.

If you want to talk about being silly, Peng Xiaoli, who was sitting in the passenger seat and secretly peeking at the back with the corner of his eye, was about to be silly.

He saw it with his own eyes, or rather, he had carefully checked; Deputy Director Li had drunk at least two and a half jin of white liquor at noon today.

Let alone two and a half jin of white liquor, even if it were damn cold boiled water, a person's stomach couldn't take it.

But look, when Deputy Director Li walked out, he was still a bit wobbly; once he got in the car and left the chemical plant gate, he was like nothing had happened.

Look at how he was reading the documents with clear eyes; did he look like he had just been drunk?

Peng Xiaoli had seen people who could drink, but he had never seen anyone drink so much without any reaction.

"What are you staring at?"

"Ah? Sorry, leader!"

Peng Xiaoli was secretly observing the back, thinking about things, and forgot to pay attention to the scale of looking back.

Being suddenly called out by Deputy Director Li, he didn't dare to argue and immediately apologized and admitted his mistake.

Li Xuewu glanced at him, raised his head, and said: "Organize the negotiation results from the television factory and chemical plant this morning, form a report, and hand it to me tomorrow morning."

While ordering, his gaze swept over the somewhat awkward Peng Xiaoli, and he asked suspiciously: "No problem, right?"

"No problem, yes, no problem."

Peng Xiaoli was truly a bit nervous, and his words started to drift.

Li Xuewu looked at him again and ignored him, continuing to read the documents.

Peng Xiaoli, sitting in the front, felt his heart drumming; he had agreed readily just now, but he had never written articles for Li Xuewu, so how would he know the other party's preferences?

Don't say silly things about "iron needs to be hard itself"; among those who have rolled in the big oil pan of the office for so long, who isn't an old hand?

Writing articles is absolutely no problem; reports, records, investigations, etc., they can all write.

But writing this stuff depends on who you're writing for; if it's for the units below, then according to the format, grabbing the key points, he could write it in ten minutes.

Now the leader wants to see it, and it's to be used as reference material, so how would he dare to be casual?

Without understanding Li Xuewu's writing style and thinking mode, how could he write an article that satisfies the other party?

Yes, this morning Deputy Director Li conducted in-depth discussions and research with the Beijing Television Factory on projects such as the development of the electronic industry and cooperation in the development of electrical and communication systems.

And with the Beijing Chemical Plant on market layout for joint enterprises, deepening the development of tertiary industry, and vigorously promoting the progress of investment and production projects for paint, plastic, foam, sponge, artificial rubber, etc.

That's all there is to it, but would you really just write these two sentences?

Do you think this is a news brief? The leader clearly wants a negotiation report, a report article that is based on the negotiation records, combines the common advantages and visions of both sides' cooperation, and interprets this cooperation in depth.

This might be kept as a work record, or more likely, it will be handed over to the factory leaders for review and evaluation.

He had seen countless such articles before, but they were all written by others; he was responsible for docking with leaders and offices, and had never led or been responsible for writing one himself.

If you say he can't write, he has read countless such articles.

If you say he can write, he can't judge his own ability and the leader's requirements.

This is called "caring leads to chaos"; the more you care, the more confused you are.

The command vehicle returned to the Rolling Mill, and Peng Xiaoli jumped out of the car the moment it stopped steadily, opening the car door before Li Xuewu got out.

"Leader, do you want to rest for a while?"

"No need, get busy with your work."

Li Xuewu tightened his overcoat and walked toward the lobby of the Security Building.

Peng Xiaoli looked blankly at the main office building behind him, then at Li Xuewu's direction, not knowing which way to go.

Han Jiankun sat in the car, looked at the "rookie" under the car, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

This is the clever young man Deputy Director Sha mentioned?

He is a young man, but which "ji" (chicken) is the clever "ji"?

"Bag."

"?"

Peng Xiaoli was lost in confusion when he suddenly heard the driver in the car call out to him.

He hadn't reacted yet when he saw the other party turn his head and gesture toward the leader's leather bag on the seat behind him.

"Ah, thank you, thank you."

Peng Xiaoli was like when he first started working, greeting everyone he saw and thanking everyone who spoke to him.

He opened the car door, organized the documents the leader had read from the seat, and put them in the bag to carry.

Just as he was about to close the car door, he remembered something, smiled, stretched out his hand, and greeted Han Jiankun: "Hello, from now on we are colleagues; my name is Peng Xiaoli, please take care of me in the future."

Han Jiankun looked at Peng Xiaoli, who was reaching out from the right rear seat to shake his hand, as if looking at an idiot.

Seeing the other party didn't speak and didn't respond to his politeness, Peng Xiaoli couldn't help but feel awkward.

Just as he was about to find an excuse to withdraw his hand and close the car door, the other party spoke at this time: "Didn't Deputy Director Sha say you were an old hand in the office?"

"..."

Peng Xiaoli's hand, like the smile on his face, was frozen by the other party's cold words.

I'm already awkward enough; we're working together for the first time, why must you be so heartless?

Han Jiankun didn't buy his "affectionate" look, let alone pay attention to his extremely resentful gaze, and lifted his chin, gesturing toward the car door on his side.

This meant you should go do what you need to do and close the door so I can leave.

Peng Xiaoli was truly choked by this setback, closing the car door with tears in his eyes, watching the other party leave gracefully.

He had thought that being Li Xuewu's secretary would be very difficult and the other party would be very hard to serve.

He didn't expect that even the other party's driver would be so damn individualistic; how will he live in the future!

To be honest, he regretted it a bit now; why did he agree so rashly when Sha Qizhi asked him this morning?

If time could flow backward, and Sha Qizhi asked him this question again, he would definitely...

"Brother Peng, just got back?"

"Ah? Ah~ yes, going out?"

Peng Xiaoli was still dazed and didn't notice someone greeting him.

Seeing the person coming, it was a colleague from the office.

Damn it, what did the guy just call him?

Brother Peng?

Is this his first day working at the Rolling Mill!?

We've sat in the same office for so long, and you damn well only know to call me brother today!

He stood at the entrance of the Security Building holding Li Xuewu's bag, finished dealing with the one who called him brother, and then more "Brother this, Brother that" calls came over.

Why didn't he know before that he had so many younger brothers and sisters in the Rolling Mill, and he had never seen so many smiling faces and kind greetings.

Feeling the eager gazes falling on him and his huge vanity being satisfied, he remembered the question from just now:

If time could flow backward, and Deputy Director Sha asked him this question again, he would definitely shout: "Why did you come so late! I've been waiting anxiously!"

"Why must the production lines for engines and transmissions be handed over to the First Machinery Factory?"

Peng Xiaoli, standing at the entrance of the conference room, was very puzzled; after all, the factory had machinery factories it was familiar with and cooperated with.

His dissatisfaction also stemmed from Li Xuewu's attitude toward this matter.

Not long after returning in the afternoon, the Management Committee Office came to ask for instructions, saying the negotiation meeting with the Beijing First Machinery Factory could begin.

Peng Xiaoli saw with his own eyes that Deputy Director Li's face looked a bit ugly at the time, which also startled the secretary from the Management Committee Office who came to ask for instructions.

The secretary sought his help, but he was also a newcomer, so how would he dare to stroke Li Xuewu's tiger whiskers?

Come to think of it, the machinery factory was in the wrong; this was a case of not knowing who was the boss.

All tertiary industry and joint projects of the Rolling Mill, including trade and emerging production projects, were held in Li Xuewu's hands.

The machinery factory coming to negotiate was different from units like the Beijing Television Factory that Li Xuewu went to negotiate with.

The ones Li Xuewu went to negotiate with earlier were joint enterprises, or tertiary industries, or industrial base projects supporting trade projects.

Both sides negotiated on the basis of cooperation, but even for cooperation, there was mutual respect; before the negotiation, they had to meet and greet each other.

What was the First Machinery Factory doing?

They weren't here for cooperation; they were here to take on work. The Rolling Mill had projects that needed machinery equipment, and they took the initiative to come and promote themselves.

When did they come without saying a word, and after coming, not even show their faces, just going straight to the conference room to wait?

That shouldn't be!

Li Xuewu was very cultured, so naturally, he wouldn't make things difficult for the secretary of the Management Committee Office, let alone embarrass the meeting organizers.

But coming out of the building, his dissatisfaction was written on his face, especially after the news Peng Xiaoli quickly scouted out: after arriving at the factory, the other party went straight to visit Deputy Director Cheng.

Now, the procurement negotiation meeting with the First Machinery Factory was promoted and followed up personally by Deputy Director Cheng.

After Li Xuewu arrived at the conference room, the first thing he saw was Deputy Director Cheng sitting in the main seat, and the machinery factory cadres sitting beside him, chatting cordially.

Cheng Kaiyuan could clearly see Li Xuewu's dissatisfaction, but he still took the initiative to introduce the machinery factory's leading team, and emphasized that the other party was a Deputy Factory Director.

Li Xuewu seemingly gave face by shaking hands with the other party and even greeted them with a polite smile.

But once he sat down, his fangs were bared.

Just after the machinery factory finished reporting the engineering machinery plan for the assembly line, Li Xuewu didn't care that Cheng Kaiyuan was sitting right there and directly lost his temper.

"The procurement plan for the automotive industry assembly line machinery has been given to your side for more than a month, right?"

Li Xuewu looked at the document in his hand, raised his head to look at the other party's Deputy Factory Director, and asked with an unsatisfied tone: "After more than a month, this is all you could come up with?!"