Chapter 996: You

Li Xuewu had never imagined he would see Seeing Gu Li Aisha at the International Hotel's reception gala.

Seeing Gu Li Aisha, however, had spotted him early on; in fact, she had been prepared to see him ever since the day she entered the Rolling Mill.

She still remembered that their last parting was only their second meeting.

In the car, Seeing Gu Li Aisha had asked for his workplace and phone number, and had also given him her own contact information.

Yet, after that night, this person seemed to have vanished; she had never received a call from him.

Of course, out of instinctive persistence and reserve, she hadn't called Li Xuewu either.

This stalemate lasted for a month before she couldn't help but take the initiative and call the Rolling Mill.

However, whenever she asked to connect to the name Li Xuewu, the other party would always cautiously inquire about her information.

And when she stated her identity, the other party would always refuse her on the grounds that the line couldn't be connected.

She didn't know what exactly had happened, or whether the name Li Xuewu was fake, taboo, or if her own information was taboo.

From then on, she lost the courage to contact Li Xuewu again, and even more so, the confidence to go to the factory to find him.

On one hand, the Great Learning movement had begun, and all universities in Beijing were affected, including the University for Nationalities.

On the other hand, she was worried that Li Xuewu had already run into trouble or had some inconvenience.

As luck would have it, the opportunity for her to meet Li Xuewu again appeared.

The Rolling Mill's literary and art propaganda team was expanding and needed to recruit a portion of art students currently in school.

And when she suddenly saw the factory name "Red Star Rolling Mill," she really couldn't help but sign up.

With a solid foundation in dance and excellent grades, she was picked out at a glance by the art teacher invited by the Rolling Mill.

In fact, there were many people signing up for the Rolling Mill's literary and art propaganda team—an especially large number.

Why?

I won't go into detail here; those who know, know.

Students of other disciplines still had the ability to plan for the future, but only art students were more lost.

Currently, art troupes were facing restructuring and mergers; many units had stopped recruiting and were even sending people away.

Without recruitment quotas, it meant that art students like them would face the predicament of being stranded at school.

Suddenly, there was a local Beijing unit coming to recruit people, and upon inquiry, it was a key steel enterprise unit—how could it not be heart-stirring?

With a matching major and a Beijing household registration, for out-of-town students, it was no different from a pie falling from the sky.

In this batch, the Rolling Mill recruited over a hundred people from art colleges in Beijing, and Seeing Gu Li Aisha was one of them.

She started work at the end of October, and after more than a month of closed-off training and instruction, she only finished all the integration and drills in December.

The dance troupe of the literary and art team had the largest number of people; according to the needs of the dance styles, it was divided into three small squads and one large squad, suitable for separate performances as well as large-scale dance rehearsals.

Actually, after entering the Rolling Mill, Seeing Gu Li Aisha had the impulse to go find Li Xuewu, but the management of the literary and art team was quite strict.

The semi-militarized, semi-closed management model left her with no opportunity, nor any connections, to go find him.

In a large factory of tens of thousands, the cadres were fine; if you asked around with acquaintances, you could know who was who in the offices.

For a new employee like Seeing Gu Li Aisha, who was also an employee of the literary and art team, she probably couldn't even enter the office area.

Especially since she only knew Li Xuewu worked in the Security Division, but didn't know which office he was actually in.

So, regarding him, Seeing Gu Li Aisha had always hidden it in the bottom of her heart, waiting for a day of chance encounter.

Unexpectedly, having sought him thousands of times in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there in the dim light.

Was his so-called work in the Security Division true or false?

If true, how could security sit in the core position of factory leadership?

If false, why bother saying a real unit to deceive her?

Now, even whether this person was real or fake was unclear.

As the song ended and the crowd dispersed, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, and the translators conveyed waves of praise.

The foreigners seemed especially fond of these art elements with ethnic characteristics, and Li Xuewu was also asked about the dance just performed on stage.

If asked about the specific information of the Type 56 gun squad, or economic development and management-related content, he could still ramble for a while.

But to ask about art, this really hit his knowledge blind spot.

The only understanding he had of art was that... which he understood and supported in bed.

Therefore, when the foreign businessmen asked about this field with great interest, he began to talk nonsense with a straight face.

Even the translator sitting behind the foreign businessmen couldn't help but purse their lips tightly, very afraid of laughing out loud.

Yet these foreigners really bought his act, listening to his bluffing very seriously and carefully.

It was clearly a scene of the laboring people celebrating after resisting the invaders, but he stubbornly described it as picking grapes to celebrate the joy of a bumper harvest, praising the glorious and correct meaning of the organization's leadership.

It could truly be called singing and dancing on stage, while making things up off stage, focusing on "you perform your part, I say my part."

The foreigners couldn't tell what was being celebrated on stage either, but it looked lively enough.

At this moment, hearing Li Xuewu's explanation, which sounded quite logical, they really believed it.

As for why the actors performing on stage just now had such fervent and naturally unrestrained gazes, Li Xuewu could only tell the other party that the Rolling Mill was an art team with strong comprehensive strength, possessing professional services for the literary and art needs of the employees.

Don't ask; if you ask, it's professional.

Could he say that the girl was looking at him?

Of course not; Deputy Director Li was a decent person!

French businessman Chantal was not far from Li Xuewu, and hearing the discussion here, she smiled and joined in.

She came from Paris, the city of romance, and naturally possessed aesthetic viewpoints on art, and could even interpret the meaning of the dance on stage from a professional perspective.

This wasn't undermining Deputy Director Li; tonight, who would pay attention to what was performed on stage? Everyone was a businessman, right!

If it were Huang Gan and the others sitting together talking nonsense, he wouldn't need to care about these, but encountering a shortcoming in foreign affairs activities was truly scratching his head.

Fortunately, the next program started quickly, giving the art-blind Deputy Director Li a moment to breathe.

Just now, he had already secretly decided in his heart that he would find an art teacher to properly supplement his knowledge in this area later.

Of course, he had to find a male teacher; if it were a female teacher, he was afraid the other party wouldn't be able to resist tutoring other content.

Deputy Director Li had always been a gentleman and would absolutely never take the initiative to ask others to do anything.

As for those ladies with whom he had close relations, they were all the ones taking the initiative; what did that have to do with him?

The gala lasted for an hour and a half, with three dances interspersed with songs and musical instrument performances.

The lights came on, and the actors who participated in the performance tonight came out for the curtain call, receiving enthusiastic encouragement from the whole audience.

Although there weren't many people, the applause was very enthusiastic.

From the expressions of the foreign businessmen, it could be seen that they liked and appreciated tonight's welcome gala very much.

Guided by the Foreign Affairs Office, everyone left through a side door, and there were still foreign businessmen looking back at the actors on stage.

Italian businessman Naigishi walked by Li Xuewu's side, nodding and praising repeatedly that China's ethnic art performance was uniquely gifted and full of cultural heritage.

Li Xuewu could feel that deep gaze from the stage, but he didn't look back, maintaining a smile while hosting these foreign businessmen as they walked out.

Walking all the way to the lobby, everyone exchanged pleasantries and shook hands, seeing these foreign businessmen upstairs.

And the group of Rolling Mill leaders, under the farewell of International Hotel Deputy General Manager Zhang Songying and others, went out, got into their cars, and left.

From meeting to parting, the Rolling Mill leaders led by Li Huai did not discuss any commercial cooperation topics with these foreign businessmen, only wishing the commercial travel group a smooth trip in Beijing when they parted.

Today was just a meeting, a friendship gathering, simple and full of hope.

However, today was destined for someone to be disappointed; the person she was waiting for did not return.

January 11th, Sunday.

It might be that Li Xuewu returned too late last night, and Gu Ning had been waiting for him without sleeping.

So she got up a bit late in the morning; Qin Jingru said her body was heavy, and she had to get up at night, leading to insufficient sleep.

Actually, Gu Ning's sleep quality was fine; although she had many inconveniences physically, she had always lived at home, and was a person who liked quiet and had a steady personality.

Only when Li Xuewu returned late would she be a bit worried and concerned, generally waiting until he returned home before resting.

Li Xuewu also strictly adhered to the agreement between the two; as long as there was no special situation, he generally returned home before ten.

Especially in the deep winter night, unless the factory had reception activities, he would be home right after work.

Even if he went to the Sihe Academy to visit his mother, that was all done by catching a glimpse when sending Li Shu in the morning.

Living close by, and with people in the Sihe Academy's side rooms to look after each other, as long as he knew everything was fine at home, that was enough.

Qin Jingru had to be punctual at all times; Han Jiankun was coming to tidy up the car, and she had to come early to prepare breakfast and tidy up the house.

Compared to summer, what needed attention in winter was the stove fire, and breakfast was more troublesome.

Today, Han Jiankun and the other started working busily as soon as they arrived.

Sunday was always busy, and Li Xuewu basically didn't stay home all day.

A few days ago, he had said that a friend was coming from Steel City today, bringing a child.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Li family had given birth, and today she was to be picked up from the hospital; Li Shun and the third of the Li family were returning from the mountains, and the whole family still had to gather.

Gu Ning's body was inconvenient to move, so it could only be the old looking after the young.

So today was going to be busy; Li Xuewu was busy, and they were even busier.

Han Jiankun finished tidying the car, ate breakfast with Li Xuewu, and then started the car to go to the train station to pick people up.

And at this moment, Gu Ning had just woken up, and Qin Jingru was helping her prepare breakfast and tidy the house; although only one person was busy, she worked with the vigor of ten people.

A little past nine in the morning, the command car stopped at the door, and with a shout of "Uncle, I'm here," Haiyuncang No. 1 was filled with a vibrant atmosphere.

"Hahaha~"

Seeing the uncle he had missed for a long time standing in the foyer, Fu Zhidong, carrying a small schoolbag, ran quickly into the courtyard.

There was no change here from when he left, only the grassy season had been replaced by the cold winter months.

What remained unchanged was that his uncle was still smiling and welcoming him, welcoming his mother.

"Wasn't it the eight o'clock train?"

"It was delayed~"

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled slightly and explained the reason for the delay.

Watching the driver who picked them up carry her suitcase into the house, she exchanged a few pleasantries with Li Xuewu again and was let into the house by him.

Fu Zhidong had rushed into the house early, and his gaze met Li Shu, who was standing by the sofa swinging a toy to smash a flowerpot in the distance.

"Li Shu, it's big brother."

Li Xuewu walked into the house smiling and introduced her to Li Shu: "Do you still remember, big brother came to see you in the spring."

"Little sister doesn't remember~"

Fu Zhidong was quite sensible; seeing Li Shu was a bit shy, he looked up and replied to Li Xuewu.

Qin Jingru came out of the dining room and greeted Zhou Wang Yamei with a smile; the two had met before.

After helping them find slippers and helping hang up their clothes, Gu Ning also walked out of the dining room.

"Xiao Ning~"

Seeing Gu Ning's smile, Zhou Wang Yamei was a bit moved and hugged her gently.

Gu Ning was a bit surprised by her excitement, but still patted her back understandingly.

Actually, she didn't like others being so close to her, but Zhou Wang Yamei was still within her range of tolerance.

Although the two met through Li Xuewu, whether in Steel City or Beijing, the two had lived together for such a long time that they had developed a friendship.

After his mother greeted her aunt, Fu Zhidong then smiled and called her aunt.

Gu Ning also smiled at him and asked about breakfast.

"We ate, we ate on the train."

Fu Zhidong first answered his aunt's question, and then began to observe the changes in the room.

Actually, it was a bit different from when he came last time; many flowers and plants had been added to the room, as well as the large fish tank at the door.

Especially when he came here last time, little sister Li Shu wasn't this naughty yet.

Just as everyone was greeting and exchanging pleasantries, no one noticed Li Shu swinging a small toy car, aiming at the flowerpot and smashing it over.

Don't say, the little devil really had a talent for throwing grenades; that tin toy car her uncle bought landed steadily and accurately into the flowerpot beside the piano.

Seeing this, Qin Jingru stared at her angrily, walked to the flowerpot, and took out the toy car, as well as various toys thrown in earlier.

This wasn't the first time Li Shu had played this game; from the dents on these toys and the soon-to-be-destroyed greenery in the flowerpot, one could see the power of the "grenade" was not small.

Li Shu was not afraid of Qin Jingru's eye threat at all, raised the wooden doll in her hand, and with her eyes sideways, was about to throw it into the other flowerpot.

"You dare!"

Qin Jingru widened her eyes, pointed at Li Xuewu at the door, and threatened: "Daddy is going to be fierce!"

"Li Shu~"

After Zhou Wang Yamei finished talking to Gu Ning, she came to the sofa, squatted down, looked at the little person in front of her, and asked with a smile: "Do you still recognize your aunt?"

"..."

Li Shu looked at the woman in front of her speechlessly; tell me, how old are you, how can you ask such a low-EQ question.

If I recognize you, what else can I say; I'm only a year and a half old now, I can't chat with you for ten dollars.

What if I don't recognize you?

You say I have to show a strange side, aren't you embarrassed?

After all, you are a guest in my house; even if I don't recognize you, since you asked, don't I have to say I recognize you?

How difficult you make it for me!

Li Shu looked at her dad, meaning: Dad, do we recognize her?

Li Xuewu also looked at his daughter quite helplessly and said: "Forgot about her holding you to play when you were little?"

"It's aunt~"

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled and teased her, raised her hand to take the wooden doll from her hand, and held her up.

Seeing someone coaxing her to play, Li Shu finally showed a smile and raised her little hand to touch Zhou Wang Yamei's face.

Zhou Wang Yamei received Li Shu's response, and the smile on her face became even more enthusiastic.

Letting Gu Ning give up her seat, she held Li Shu and sat on the sofa, sighing: "The little one grows too fast; it wasn't effortless to hold her last time, she must be over twenty, almost thirty jin now, right?"

"Didn't measure after winter started."

Li Xuewu explained and took the initiative to go to the tea cabinet to make tea.

Qin Jingru and Han Jiankun helped carry Zhou Wang Yamei and her son's suitcases to the guest room upstairs.

"My mom might know, she always uses a large scale to measure her at the Sihe Academy."

"I just feel she's heavy."

Zhou Wang Yamei smiled and teased Li Shu, asking: "Are you fat or not?"

"Yo~"

Li Shu stretched out her tiny index finger to point at her little belly, saying very seriously that it was all meat here.

Zhou Wang Yamei laughed and reached out to rub her little belly, saying: "It's all meat~"

"Hee hee~"

Li Shu was a social butterfly; she wasn't afraid of noise, the more people the better, the more people, the happier she played.

Fu Zhidong was five years old and had the look of a big brother; at this moment, he was sitting beside his mother, carefully examining his uncle's little sister.

Li Shu was also quite curious about him, staring with big eyes and examining him.

"Give it to you to play~"

Fu Zhidong took the small toy gun in his hand and handed it to Li Shu, signaling her to play.

Li Shu looked at it but didn't take it; she looked down on this wooden thing, throwing it didn't make the sound of tin, it wasn't fun.

Last time she pestered people, her dad unloaded the bullets from the toy gun and threw it for her to play; that thing sounded good when thrown on the floor, clinking and clanking.

If it hit the cabinet, the wall, or the flowerpot, the sound was even better, crisp and clear.

Seeing little sister wasn't interested in his beloved toy, Fu Zhidong felt a little disappointed.

But in the blink of an eye, he saw Li Shu grab a tin toy car and hand it to him.

Several adults in the room smiled and watched this scene; children getting along friendly always won the appreciation of adults.

"Thank you, little sister~"

Fu Zhidong took Li Shu's toy car happily, examined it carefully in his hand; why was this car body so uneven and pitted?

Could it be an old toy his uncle asked for from someone else for his little sister?

Heaven and earth conscience, these toys were intact when they entered the house; Li Xuewu dared to swear to the lamp.

But what made people helpless was that, looking at it now, not a single toy could be passed from Li Shu's hands to the younger brothers and sisters below intact.

Although the toy was a bit damaged, since it was given by little sister, Fu Zhidong was still very happy, spinning the wheels on his palm, signaling Li Shu to play together.

Zhou Wang Yamei laughingly put Li Shu on the floor, letting the two children interact, while she talked to Gu Ning.

The adults were expressing their longing, while the children had new discoveries.

Fu Zhidong knelt on the floor, pressing the toy car, teaching little Li Shu how to drive.

And Li Shu stared with wide eyes, looking at this boy as if he were a fool.

She couldn't understand, she gave him a toy, did that mean letting him move it on the floor, making "woo woo" sounds in front of him?

Hey~ how stupid~

Li Shu walked over clumsily, squatted down awkwardly, and grabbed the tin toy car from his hand.

Just when Fu Zhidong thought little sister already knew how to play and was going to learn to play with him.

Li Shu stood up with effort; although her body swayed, her eyes were still firm, she looked at him with slight contempt, shook her arm, and with a "ya" sound, aimed at the flowerpot in front of the tea cabinet and threw it over.

Bang!

Another crisp sound, the tin toy car had a steady collision with the porcelain flowerpot and fell into the flowers.

Li Shu ignored the gaze of her aunt who had just come down from upstairs wanting to spank her, and looked at the boy beside her boastfully.

That meant: when it comes to playing, you're nothing but a little brother!

Fu Zhidong was already stunned; he really didn't know that toy cars had this kind of way to play.

Was it simulating a car accident scene?

Not only was Fu Zhidong stunned, but the few people talking over there were also a bit stunned.

Zhou Wang Yamei thought the two children were having a conflict, causing Li Shu to throw a tantrum.

Unexpectedly, Li Shu found another tin toy car from under the coffee table and handed it to Fu Zhidong.

Fu Zhidong looked at little sister; he seemed to have read the other party's gaze: give it to you, learn from me, throw!

Li Xuewu covered his face speechlessly; his daughter was still at the age of wearing diapers, but she already possessed a super strong violent tendency.

In the future, she would either be a soldier or a bandit.

A doll should be a girl's favorite, and a wooden toy gun should be the beloved treasure of a child of Fu Zhidong's age.

But look at Li Shu, whatever it was, it had one function, and that was to throw it out to hear a sound.

Li Xuewu deeply suspected whether his urn would be thrown by his daughter in the future...

Zhou Wang Yamei's trip to Beijing was first to see Gu Ning, and then about the recruitment for several projects in Steel City.

Originally, this work had always been the responsibility of Zhou Changli; since she started taking over personnel in the second half of last year, the work system had to be standardized.

Zhou Changli was still working in the personnel department, but this time there were many personnel recruitment quotas, and she also had the purpose of coming to Beijing to connect with Yu Li.

In the morning, she was supposed to go to the club with Li Xuewu, but Gu Ning kept her to talk more, and Li Xuewu also advised her that work didn't need to be rushed for a moment.

So Zhou Wang Yamei was left at home to accompany Gu Ning, and Li Xuewu went to the club alone.

Very coincidentally, at the club entrance, he bumped into Zhou Changli and Zhao Lao Si standing in front of the guard room talking about something.

Li Xuewu stopped the car, looked at the two, and laughed: "It's freezing cold, not going inside but drinking the northwest wind outside?"

"Isn't this waiting for you~"

Zhou Changli seemed to have suddenly learned how to speak; before, he didn't dare to make such jokes with Li Xuewu.

Especially since the impression of Li Xuewu was too profound; he didn't even dare to look Li Xuewu in the eye before.

He didn't know if it was the tempering in Steel City, or getting familiar with Old Biaozi, or experiencing some storms and growing up.

Looking at him now, there really was a sense of a youth growing up.

Li Xuewu got out of the car, handed it to Zhao Lao Si, let him drive it to the greenhouse, and stood at the door, chatting with Zhou Changli for a few words.

He naturally came on the same train as Zhou Wang Yamei, but Han Jiankun picked up Zhou Wang Yamei and her son, and Zhou Changli was picked up by Zhao Lao Si.

Asked about his work in Steel City, asked if Old Biaozi and the others were all well, just a few words.

Li Xuewu had Old Biaozi and Yu Li's line to report on work, and the Investigation Department to supervise other things.

Asking him these words was also to understand his work situation in Steel City, naturally not giving him a chance to let his imagination run wild.

Sometimes, leaders can't keep their mouths shut, asking randomly, talking randomly, letting people below think crookedly, thinking the leader doesn't trust local leaders, and if the words are passed back, who knows how much trouble it will cause.

Waiting for Zhao Lao Si to park the car and return, Li Xuewu had already gone into the courtyard.

"Is Steel City cold, or is Beijing colder?"

"Hmm?"

Zhou Changli was looking at the direction of the courtyard in a daze, and only reacted after being asked by Zhao Lao Si.

"Oh oh, how can Beijing compare to the cold of Steel City~"

He smiled and said: "Haven't you heard, past the Shanhai Pass, wear a sweater and a vest, that line is at least three degrees colder."

"Especially Steel City."

Zhou Changli took a puff of the cigarette Li Xuewu just gave him and sighed: "Guarding the pier, at night when sleeping, you can hear the ice in the river freezing and cracking."

"That's colder than Beijing."

Zhao Lao Si smiled and looked at him, saying: "Beijing is at most twenty-something degrees at its coldest."

After finishing, he looked at Zhou Changli again and asked: "It's not easy in Steel City, right?"

"It's okay, just like that."

Zhou Changli lowered his head and smoked, raised his eyes, looked at Zhao Lao Si, and asked tentatively: "Why? Want to go to the Northeast with me?"

"Me? Forget it."

Zhao Lao Si tucked his arms into his sleeves, smiled, and said: "I don't have your drive to venture out, I'm guarding my home, and I have my old mother to take care of."

"Damn~"

Zhou Changli glanced at him and said: "Your mother is only forty-something, does she need you to support her?"

After finishing, he examined him again and asked: "Do you have a salary to support your family now?"

"No."

Zhao Lao Si told the truth; there was no need to hide this from the other party.

Even knowing Zhou Changli had already started earning a salary, he wasn't jealous.

One person has one person's way of living, one person has one person's path.

Zhou Changli's future path was in Steel City, his future path was in the club.

You can say he is sitting in a well looking at the sky, you can say he has no ambition, but having set his mind on one thing, he firmly believes that as long as he doesn't die, he will eventually succeed.

Zhou Changli just couldn't stand his look, raised his hand to pat his head, glanced around, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know how much Hei Zi earns every month now?"

"Thirty!"

Before Zhao Lao Si could answer, Zhou Changli gestured with three fingers in front of him and said with hatred for iron not becoming steel: "Thirty yuan! In a year, he dares to shout at his dad that he wants to marry Liu Big Head's daughter!"

Who Liu Big Head was, Zhao Lao Si knew very well.

A down-and-out family in the alley, so poor that even the clinking didn't ring, five daughters in the family, almost went bankrupt trying to have a son.

But what kind of person has what kind of fate; you have to accept it.

Five daughters, each one more beautiful than the other, each one more sensible than the other.

Liu Big Head and his wife were almost fifty, but still wanted to try; he felt the Liu family shouldn't end.

So he set a bride price standard for the matchmakers who came to propose for his daughters.

To marry his Liu Big Head's daughter, the bride price is three hundred yuan, no bargaining.

You say he's selling his daughters?

But who told his daughters to be good-looking, diligent, and each one sensible.

Zhao Lao Si and these bad boys in the alley dreamed of marrying Liu Big Ya.

But their families weren't rich either; they weren't empty-handed, but it was still difficult to take out three hundred yuan to marry a wife.

"Do you know how arrogant Hei Zi is now?"

Zhou Changli poked Zhao Lao Si's chest and said: "He told his dad, go tell Liu Big Head, he'll pay six hundred!"

"..."

Zhao Lao Si curled his lips speechlessly, glanced at Zhou Changli, and said: "He's not afraid of eating a bullet, wanting to marry a pair of sisters."

"Why do you care how many he marries?!"

Zhou Changli widened his eyes and said: "What I mean is, he has that strength, do you understand?!"

"Sailors, very profitable!"

Flicking the cigarette butt in his hand, he persuaded earnestly: "Even a guy like him can earn thirty in salary, thirty in subsidies, what are you lacking?"

"I know you care about me."

Zhao Lao Si shrugged his shoulders, looked around, pursed his lips, and explained: "But I'm used to life here, actually it's quite good, Sister Yu didn't say she wouldn't pay salary in the future."

"Are you stupid?"

Zhou Changli widened his eyes and said: "Even if she pays you a salary, can she pay sixty, eighty?"

After finishing, he cautiously glanced at the depths of the courtyard behind him, guarding against his words being heard again.

He didn't want to speak ill of this place, but in reality, going to be a sailor, not to mention earning a salary, you can also earn subsidies on long trips.

Those country bumpkins who get on the ship, where have they seen the outside world; sixty yuan a month could buy their lives.

Even with the worst environment on the ship and the most dangerous voyage, they all felt the sixty yuan salary was worth it.

"No, stability is important."

Zhao Lao Si waved his hand and refused his brother's kindness earnestly: "I'm here, so my younger brother can go to the border, I'm here, so my third brother can go out."

"Old Five went to the border?"

Zhou Changli only then discovered that Zhao Lao Si's younger brother Zhao Lao Wu was nowhere to be seen, while Zhao Lao Liu was seen.

Their family's ranking, not to mention others hearing it would be confused, even Zhou Changli was stunned when he came back suddenly.

Zhao Lao Si was actually the eldest in the family, Old Five and Old Six were his own younger brothers.

There were only these three brothers in the family, the three above were cousins.

But the big family ranking had rules, so the Zhao Lao Si family only had four, five, six, no one, two, three.

Zhao Lao Si nodded and said: "Left before the year, went with Ding Wanqiu, Xiao Jianjun, and Da Chun."

"How come I didn't hear."

Zhou Changli frowned, looked at Zhao Lao Si and said: "I've heard of Xiao Jianjun, he has some ability, Da Chun has shown his face in Steel City, is sworn brothers with Da Qiangzi, not bad, just..."

Speaking of this, he looked at Zhao Lao Si hesitantly and asked: "Why let Old Five go to the border?"

"Do I have a choice?"

Zhao Lao Si wasn't afraid of others hearing it; this was also the reason for standing outside to talk.

He knew very well why Zhou Changli evaluated Xiao Jianjun and Da Chun by name, but left out Ding Wanqiu.

This old guy was the original owner of this mansion, his family used to be in the five elements society, if he didn't have many tricks, he wouldn't have lived until now.

Old and strong, that's what describes him.

Others might not know, but Zhou Changli knew what Ding Wanqiu did in Jicheng.

If it weren't for those things, Li Xuewu probably wouldn't have transferred the other party to the border.

A ruthless character who dares to kill, dares to use vicious methods to kill, naturally wouldn't stay in a place that needs stability.

Zhao Lao Si's counter-question also revealed his inner helplessness; this helplessness could only be told to Zhou Changli, others, didn't even dare to mention a word.

"Do you think people are feeding us here to grow fat for nothing?"

He looked at Zhou Changli and said: "It's just so that when there's a need, we are trusted and can be taken out at any time."

"Raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a moment."

Zhao Lao Si sighed quite a bit: "Raising soldiers for a thousand days is just to know the strength of a horse over a long distance, and to see the human heart over time."

To put it bluntly, Li Xuewu didn't trust them and wanted to keep them by his side to observe.

Zhao Lao Si knew very well that his younger brother Zhao Lao Wu went to the border, so he basically couldn't be transferred from here.

If he dared to leave, Zhao Lao Wu would definitely be transferred back.

Without restraint, dare to use people thousands of miles away?

Look at the other three, who doesn't have a cage around their neck, with the reins held in Li Xuewu's hands.

He himself was the cage and reins holding his younger brother, and in the future, his younger brother Old Six would be the same, the three brothers, one in Beijing, two in other places.

If you ask Zhao Lao Si if he has any opinions on this arrangement, he can only say eat other people's food, listen to other people's words.

What you see is how many calculations there are in this mansion, but in reality, in Zhao Lao Si's view, the club is a shortcut to success.

People like Zhou Changli are all unscrupulous and ruthless.

To gain Li Xuewu's trust is absolutely impossible.

But Li Xuewu wants to use these people to do things outside, and can't not give convenience, so someone must watch.

Who watches?

Naturally, someone trusted, like the simple younger brother Old Five, like the security guards who eat the food here, drink the water here, and even have to find partners here in the future.

No need for more, just one person, sent to any project, can openly watch, watch to death.

Look at the work reports the younger brother sends back every week and you'll know the significance of doing this.

Do you think someone will betray?

The human heart is changing, but all the tricks in this courtyard combined, tied together, can't compare to Li Xuewu's tricks.

You play him?

Maybe he already wanted to play you.

As for why the club has no salary, just providing food, drink, and clothing.

Calculated, these welfare benefits are more than the salary, why is this?

Because Li Xuewu is building feelings with them; once feelings are mixed with money and interests, and clearly priced, there is no sincerity.

Only by getting used to the food of unity and friendship here, and then going out to earn a salary to work, will they compare the gap and constantly recall the beauty here.

Simple, but happy.

You say this is nonsense, but think about when your most sincere friendship in life was produced.

University, where you come into contact with society more, is not necessarily it, or is it the middle school period of running wild and having fun together that is more worth recalling.

Even if you meet again, the person in front of you has already changed and become worldly, but the beauty in your memory is unchanged.

Longing is a very terrible thing, and Li Xuewu is cultivating their longing here.

Otherwise, why are there so many girls here; Yu Li has never restricted them from finding partners and having fun in their spare time.

In Zhao Lao Si's view, if someone marries a waitress here, that person will definitely gain a certain degree of trust in Li Xuewu's heart.

The result is that in the future, at an appropriate time, that person will definitely be entrusted by Li Xuewu to go to other places.

If this person has a certain ability, maybe he will be the one in charge.

Of course, after marriage, the waitress still has to work in the club, but as age grows, there are many supervisors, there is room for promotion, and room for development.

Look at how arrogant Zhou Changli is when he talks about Hei Zi being a sailor and earning money; maybe one day, when Hei Zi meets his younger brother, he will have to call him leader.

Realistic?

Maybe, but still that sentence, one person has one person's way of living, one person has one person's way out.

Zhao Lao Si doesn't envy Zhou Changli, he firmly believes that in the club, as long as he doesn't die, he will eventually stand out.

If you say the most luxurious Old Mo, New Overseas Chinese Hotel, and Dongfeng Second Floor are the bases for veterans, then Kaorouji, Tongheju, and Shaguoju are the private lands for the "Wanzhu" (tough guys).

Although it is the cold winter months, although all things are withered, with the quiet change of the situation, in the eyes of Beijing's young people, there seems to be a different taste in the air.

Having experienced the bloody, extremely dangerous August of last year, the "Wanzhu" who suffered cruel blows have begun to show signs of recovery after several months of recuperation.

On the second weekend of January, those who find it cold outside and hungry after running too much, all the "Wanzhu" of the Four Nine City who gather together to chat and gossip received news on this day.

A former king of the Gulou area in the East City, Zhou Changli, known as "Little Bastard" by the "Wanzhu," is back.

Used to be called "Little Bastard," that was a nickname, a notorious name fought out.

Now he can't be called "Little Bastard," he has to be called "Sea King."

Because everyone heard that this kid found the right path; he didn't show it the last few times he came back, but only this time did they see clearly, he's really awesome.

He's become a sailor manager, so he should be called "Sea King," right?

It has already spread in the "Wanzhu" circle that Zhou Changli intends to continue recruiting people from their circle to go to sea this time he's back.

Let's put it this way, he didn't think it was enough to recruit so many people from Beijing last time, and he's coming again this time; looking at the situation, there's really a big development.

Those who were recruited weren't sold; there are letters coming back from time to time, and brothers in the circle all admit that those people are working and are indeed earning money.

Before, everyone played together, who would think about the future for money.

Now it's not working; jobs aren't assigned, schools don't have classes, one by one waiting to die, long gone is the arrogance of the past.

Someone passed the word to them that Zhou Changli wants to treat several big brothers in the circle to dinner at Shaguoju tonight, the purpose is to ask them to help promote.

Isn't this throwing money around; without money, how could he be so arrogant, setting up a banquet at Shaguoju with real money to treat everyone to eat, drink, and play.

Although they are all saying that Zhou Changli went out to make money, he's floating, not as kind as before.

But look at these big brothers, who refused the other party's invitation.

Even if you don't look at Zhou Changli's face, you have to look at the money's face.

Do big brothers not need to eat?

Everything is afraid of asking; the circle is only so big, regarding the matter of going through Zhou Changli's channel to be a sailor outside, everyone understood after asking.

Don't say, someone really brought money back.

Hei Zi's matter is not only being told by Zhou Changli to Zhao Lao Si, he himself is not a low-key person.

Everyone heard that Hei Zi's dad, Old Hei, has already gone to Liu Big Head's house to propose marriage.

What are you thinking, of course, it's to ask for Liu Er Ya.

Just as Hei Zi said, if he married both Er Ya and San Ya, his dad would beat him to death.