dognovel Chapter 1431 I never expected you to be this kind of person!
Chapter 1431 I never expected you to be this kind of person!
Chapter 1431 I never expected you to be this kind of person!
The two group leaders led a team to Gangcheng to meet the secretary-general and then went to Fengcheng for negotiations. Shouldn't the heads of various industrial enterprises make some kind of gesture?
There were some responses, but not many.
why?
Since the group leader of the industrial enterprises stationed in Liaodong is Secretary-General Li Xuewu, he took charge of the reception work, so no one else would dare to overstep their authority and cause trouble.
Even if someone wants to show off, it shouldn't be at this time, or they'll just be asking for trouble.
Furthermore, Li Xuewu did not prevent them from associating with the group's leaders, which was something that could not be stopped.
If people call, write letters, or meet privately, can you just sit at their doorstep and watch them?
Li Xuewu neither stopped him nor guarded against him, nor did he feel jealous. He had nothing to hide from the group in Liaodong, and he was not afraid of anyone reporting the problem.
He wants people to give him direct feedback on their own problems, because if they tell him directly, he can solve the problems more quickly and accurately.
Of course, there's no need to worry that he can't solve the problem and will turn around and deal with the person who caused it.
He had high organizational aspirations and work expectations in the steel city and Liaodong, and especially at such a young age, how could he ruin his future?
Li Xuewu couldn't bring himself to yell at his employees in a bossy manner, even though his appearance already had enough intimidating power.
His work principles are to speak slowly and calmly, and to handle matters seriously and thoroughly.
Haven't the lessons learned from Yin Zhongyao and Yang Shuxing been enough? Everyone can see the consequences clearly in their hearts.
The secretary-general is not a nitpicky or domineering person. As long as it makes sense, he will definitely do it for you.
So when Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan arrived at the Hongxing Steel City Industrial Zone with the group's negotiation team, they could feel the harmonious atmosphere without even entering the workshop.
This is not something deliberately created, nor is it just for show. Whether the working environment is good or not, and whether the workers are in good spirits, they have been leaders for many years. They don't need to ask; they can tell just by looking at their expressions and eyes.
"Hello, Vice President Cheng. Hello, Vice President Gao."
As Hongyun No. 1 entered the factory area, people inside the vehicle looked out, and people outside looked in.
They looked at each other, each trying to ascertain the other's situation, but their gazes were not as tense.
Someone recognized the leaders in the car and waved and greeted them with a smile. The two leaders also smiled and waved back.
Because any car allowed into the industrial zone must have been authorized by the security guards at the intersection, and the people inside are either executives of the group or guests from other organizations.
The people in the car felt a sense of novelty and curiosity. Half a year later, from Dong Wenxue to Li Xuewu, the steel city industrial zone seemed unchanged, as if everything had changed.
Ordinary people wouldn't notice the change; they'd only feel a vague sense of unease. But Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan saw it clearly and were filled with surprise and admiration.
Who said that? Li Xuewu is just a reckless young man, too hot-blooded to be the head of the group stationed in Liaodong.
Who said Li Xuewu can't control the situation? He'll be squeezed out by those old hands in less than six months.
Half a year has passed, and they see no sign that Li Xuewu intends to leave. They also see no sign on the faces of the workers in the steel city industrial zone that they want to force Li Xuewu out.
With good governance and harmonious relationships, things complement each other perfectly.
Last year when I came here, I could still see piles of construction waste along the roadside and huge piles of garbage in the factory area.
If the garbage dump is unbearable to look at, then the fact that even the previously randomly piled-up materials have disappeared is a sign of change.
The willow planting pits, about the thickness of a thumb, are still faintly visible. After a whole summer of growth and development, they have long since donned thick green coats, full of vitality.
"Three years, 30,000 to 50,000 trees, are you trying to turn the Hongxing Steel City Industrial Zone into an eco-park?"
Looking at the numerous saplings and promotional slogans on the green spaces interspersed between the park and the factory area, Gao Yaqin turned to Li Xuewu and asked him with a smile.
As Li Xuewu watched the car turn into the guesthouse gate, he stood up and said, "The Steel City Industrial Zone and the Liangmahe Ecological Industrial Zone have different missions, responsibilities, and division of labor."
He pointed to the surrounding mountains and said, "This place has a natural green environment, which is sufficient to embrace industrial development."
"There are still too many people in the capital."
Looking at the distant green mountains, Cheng Kaiyuan said with emotion, "I feel better now. I don't know where all those immature kids came from a couple of years ago."
He stopped there and didn't say anything more, because those who know, know.
At the end of last year and the beginning of this year, batches of educated youth went to the countryside to support construction work.
One can clearly feel that at least half of the streets in Beijing are empty. Those arrogant, flamboyant teenagers are gone, replaced by ordinary scenes of everyday life, peaceful and tranquil.
The restless atmosphere suddenly quieted down, and even Cheng Kaiyuan felt a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of mixed emotions, including regret and reflection).
"It's much better now. Unlike before, it didn't look like a barren wasteland. People who knew it was a construction site would think it was a wasteland."
Gao Yaqin smiled, pulled on the handrail to stand up, and got out of the car with Li Xuewu after the car came to a complete stop.
"It's definitely cooler than in the capital."
She turned to Cheng Kaiyuan, who had just gotten off the bus, and said, "It's so hot in Beijing right now, but the wind in this steel city feels so cool."
"It will be even cooler at night."
Li Xuewu raised his hand to indicate the direction of the guesthouse entrance; the staff were already prepared to receive guests.
"I heard that your reception capacity is already overloaded due to the relocation of the steel rolling mill."
Gao Yaqin asked Li Xuewu, "Will our visit cause any trouble for the employees living here?"
“I know about this situation.” Cheng Kaiyuan said earnestly, “If the accommodation is really inconvenient, we can go to the city to find a guesthouse for the night and not cause trouble for the staff.”
"Don't worry, the situation has been initially resolved, and the pressure on accommodation has been alleviated."
Li Xuewu pointed to the office building across the street and said, "That building is a newly built office building, which has been temporarily converted into a temporary dormitory area."
"How many people can you coordinate to go there?"
Cheng Kaiyuan is the vice president in charge of industry, so it's normal for him to be concerned about the employees' accommodation issues.
He looked at the office building across the street and said, "You don't need to talk about security; that's your forte. I just want to know how many people haven't been arranged accommodation yet."
"Hehe, no, everything's arranged."
Li Xuewu glanced at him with a light laugh, the meaning in his smile seeming to say: You have no chance.
As for whether Cheng Kaiyuan had any chance, his smile already revealed it all.
Gao Yaqin also found it amusing and asked, "You're quite quick at solving problems."
"Focus on solving key issues."
Li Xuewu waved, signaling to office director Sun Jia to arrange for the negotiation team members to check in as soon as possible, while he stood at the door with Gao Yaqin.
"Some of these messages have reached the group, and you know what they are without me having to say them."
Cheng Kaiyuan withdrew his gaze, nodded to Li Xuewu, and said, "But it's good that the problem is solved."
"There's really no need to consider this kind of problem. From my personal understanding of him, it's not a big deal."
Gao Yaqin looked at Li Xuewu in a joking tone and said, "If the group's work and conflicts in Liaodong require gossip to be relayed to the group and then reported back to resolve, then it's time to reorganize the Liaodong Industrial Leading Group."
Is this a warning or a reminder?
Li Xuewu smiled at the two of them, spread his hands, and said, "Should I feel fortunate?"
“Hehe—” Gao Yaqin turned her head away and looked into the distance, saying, “Think what you want, I was just trying to be helpful.”
"What Mr. Gao means is that you need to be more sensible—"
Cheng Kaiyuan, having finally resolved the issue that had been troubling him all the way from the capital to Liaodong, felt relieved and joined in the two men's jokes.
He pointed at Li Xuewu and said, "If you can't make sure President Gao eats and drinks well tonight, she'll be unhappy."
"If you're going to drink, everyone drink. Nobody's getting away."
Gao Yaqin is also a career woman who has been tested by alcohol. She is not afraid to drink, especially baijiu (Chinese liquor).
There are only two types of women at drinking parties: one type can't drink at all, and the other type drinks non-stop until you're dizzy. There's no such thing as drinking halfway or not drinking at all.
Those who have reached this position today, even if they can't drink, can still endure three rounds of drinking at the dinner table.
Cheng Kaiyuan dug a pit to bury her, and she wanted to drag Cheng Kaiyuan down with her, knowing in her heart that she couldn't outdrink Li Xuewu.
Li Xuewu is not a normal person at all. Who drinks by the table? He won't leave the table until everyone is drunk.
Now, all the affiliated units of the group, especially those with close business ties, know his reputation.
There used to be an unspoken rule that business deals weren't made in the office, but over drinks.
This rule was changed after Li Xuewu became the director of the committee office and the secretary-general of the group, in charge of the group's external affairs.
There's no way to avoid changing it. He's in charge of receiving everyone who comes to Hongxing Steel Group, and he's also responsible for the overseas visits when Hongxing Steel Group goes to other units.
Li Huaide lacked martial ethics; first, Li Xuewu swept through the enemy ranks, while Li Huaide followed behind with an empty city ruse.
Working together, the two managed to bring projects that could only be discussed over drinks back to the office.
What's the fun in getting together to drink?
It's just a competition to see who gets drunk and makes a fool of themselves.
This time I made the mistake, but next time I'll do anything to see you make a fool of yourself, that's what I find funny.
If you keep making a fool of yourself and crawling out of the restaurant every time, what's the point of the competition? Can't you just not drink this wine?
Li Xuewu can be considered the number one person to regulate drinking parties. He is invincible and has to repeatedly tell anyone who comes to the group to drink that they should drink, but no one should be forced to drink.
Regardless of whether Li Xuewu was present or not, everyone behaved properly when visiting Hongxing Steel Group. They weren't afraid that Li Xuewu would hold a grudge; they were afraid that Li Huaide was not human, that he was cunning and malicious, and that he would seek revenge.
You noticed Li Xuewu wasn't at this dinner party, so you got him drunk as much as he could. Next time, he can arrange a huge table of people, then invite Li Xuewu along, and make you drink until you're upside down and peeing.
It's said that there are no fathers and sons in the business world, and there are no friends in the drinking world either. Think about it, when pouring drinks, everyone fills the glass to the brim, hoping that the other person will drink more and they will drink less.
In Beijing, no one dared to mess with Li Xuewu; in Gangcheng, they dared even less.
Because the temperature in the steel city is 5 degrees Celsius lower than that in Beijing, and the liquor in Beijing is also 5 degrees lower than that in the steel city.
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"Old Cheng? It's so late, you—"
They didn't drink much that night. Jokes aside, they still had errands to run tomorrow. Li Xuewu wasn't someone who didn't know his limits, and Kuang Yusheng and the others were even more astute.
When the group leaders arrived in the steel city, Kuang Yusheng and others naturally had to accompany Li Xuewu to entertain them.
However, if Li Xuewu doesn't drink and sets the tone, the dinner party will be peaceful and harmonious, and no one will dare to cause trouble.
We drank, ate the local specialties of the steel city, and talked about everything that needed to be talked about at the dinner table. Any private conversations were also arranged after the meal.
Dinner ended at nine o'clock, and Li Xuewu chatted with Gao Yaqin and Cheng Kaiyuan until ten o'clock.
After the conversation ended, Li Xuewu took a car home, and the two went to their respective rooms to rest.
When she heard the knock on the door, Gao Yaqin glanced at her watch; it was around 10:30.
She's a leader in the group. The staff just escorted them back to their room. If there was a problem, they should have said so earlier.
Furthermore, the secretary knows they need to rest, and wouldn't bother them so late unless it's something extremely urgent.
Just as Gao Yaqin was wondering who had come to see her, she opened the door and found Cheng Kaiyuan standing there.
Let me state upfront that although Gao Yaqin is not very old, not yet forty, she is not a narcissistic person.
She never imagined that Cheng Kaiyuan was knocking on her door at this time because the night was long and he couldn't sleep.
She would never write on Xiaohongshu to criticize or condemn the man who knocks on her door in the middle of the night.
Surprise and disbelief were the only emotions on Gao Yaqin's face; there were no other complex feelings.
Generally speaking, if the two people need to coordinate work, they will usually arrange for a secretary to handle the communication on their behalf.
When Gao Yaqin actually saw Cheng Kaiyuan come to find her, her first reaction was that something big had happened. Old Li had been taking too much medicine lately. Could it be that he had suddenly... you know... you know?
"Something came up, is it convenient for you?"
Cheng Kaiyuan cautiously glanced around the corridor to the left and right, and when he saw that no one was around, he handed over the envelope in his hand.
"What is this? A letter?"
Gao Yaqin didn't want to accept it, but out of trust in Cheng Kaiyuan and out of the normal relationship between comrades, she accepted it anyway.
"Well, after we parted ways, I went to the rooftop to get some fresh air and take a look at the night view of the industrial area."
Cheng Kaiyuan frowned and explained, "I found this at the door when I got back to my room."
"Was it slipped in through the crack in the door?"
Gao Yaqin examined the envelope carefully; there were no words or special markings on it.
Do you think envelopes from this era all had special markings? Were they all produced by printing factories?
No, the post office also accepts envelopes they make themselves, as long as the size and specifications meet the requirements.
Some skilled individuals can replicate all the frames and lines required for an envelope using only a pen.
Of course, replicating envelopes is a daily necessity, and it's fine as long as you don't make mistakes. If someone is skilled enough to replicate a seal with a red pen, that would be asking for trouble.
The envelope in Gao Yaqin's hand had no frame or markings; it was just a kraft paper envelope.
"It should be; it's right at the entrance."
Cheng Kaiyuan frowned, his gaze still cautiously sweeping around to the left and right from time to time.
Although he had never been in charge of security work, he had heard Li Xuewu say that criminals would often return to the scene to watch the excitement after leaving, unable to resist their curiosity.
He didn't know if the person who slipped the letter into his room would come back, after all, he wasn't a professional.
Gao Yaqin looked at the crease of the envelope. It wasn't sealed with glue or folded in half. It seemed she had met an expert or had received guidance from a master.
Generally speaking, there are only two types of letters delivered like this: those reporting others and those threatening oneself.
If any necessary clues are left on the envelope, the target person can be found by following the clues.
This is a blank envelope, without even the usual creases or watermarks. How can I find it?
Then we'll have to look at the contents of the letter.
"You've already seen it?"
She carefully took the letter out of the envelope, slowly opened it, and only then did she see the letter as it was.
This person must be incredibly cautious. There was no writing on the envelope, and while there were words on the letter paper, they weren't handwritten; they were printed.
Some people have said that printing would make it easier to check.
By searching nearby printing plants and investigating their employees, we can definitely find the person in charge.
Yes, this person is so cautious, how could he not have thought of this?
Although it's called printed font, it's actually made by cutting out small pieces of newspaper and pasting them on.
What the hell are they trying to do?!
The letter contained few words, and the fact that he went to such lengths to conceal himself proves that he didn't need many words.
How should this situation usually be handled?
Gao Yaqin frowned and glanced at Cheng Kaiyuan with displeasure, as if blaming him for dragging her into this mess.
Cheng Kaiyuan also had a bitter face and said, "That's why I came to ask you because I don't know how to handle it."
"You have more experience working in companies than I do, and you're saying you don't know how to handle this?"
Gao Yaqin glanced at him, shook the letter in her hand, and said, "Let me tell you clearly, I don't know what to do either."
"You mean take it back and give it to Deputy Director Su?" Cheng Kaiyuan looked at her, raising an eyebrow slightly, and said, "In that case..."
"I didn't say that."
Before he could finish speaking, Gao Yaqin frowned even more deeply, glared at him, and interrupted, "I mean the meaning of the words themselves. I don't know."
She's such a smart person, how could she possibly fall into Cheng Kaiyuan's trap? This is clearly not her trap.
This letter is from Sai Cheng's room; what does it have to do with her?
"It says here..."
Cheng Kaiyuan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and looked at Gao Yaqin, asking, "Do you think it's true?"
"You don't need to ask me. If you want to investigate, I have absolutely no objection."
Gao Yaqin handed the letter back and said, "Since this person trusts you, please handle it as you see fit."
"After all, we came together."
Cheng Kaiyuan didn't take the letter. Instead, he took a puff of his cigarette and said, "How about we call Comrade Xuewu?"
"I'll say it again, it's up to you to handle it."
Gao Yaqin remained unmoved by reasoning, shaking the letter in her hand to signal Cheng Kaiyuan to take it quickly.
This letter has become a hot potato; neither she nor he wants to accept it.
"Then I'll leave it with you for now, and I'll talk to the secretary-general about it tomorrow morning."
Cheng Kaiyuan, a seasoned fox, saw that Gao Yaqin wasn't falling for his tricks, so he turned around and took a step back. Before Gao Yaqin could react, he had already strode towards the room.
Gao Yaqin was furious to see him behaving so shamelessly, not even caring about his reputation.
"President Cheng—President Cheng—Cheng!"
As soon as Gao Yaqin finished speaking, Cheng Kaiyuan had already entered the room, and she couldn't catch up with him.
Okay, okay, Lao Cheng, is this how you play it?
Seeing that Cheng Kaiyuan was being unreasonable, Gao Yaqin didn't hold back either. She walked to the door of Cheng Kaiyuan's room and casually stuffed the envelope inside.
However, she overestimated Cheng Kaiyuan's character and underestimated his shamelessness.
She really did slip the envelope under the door, but guess what happened?
Hey! The door crack was blocked by the carpet at the entrance, and I couldn't get in no matter what.
Gao Yaqin was even angrier. So you were planning to scheme against me all along, weren't you!
She shouldn't have meddled in this mess, and she shouldn't have trusted him or treated him like a comrade.
At this hour, she couldn't keep pacing around his room door, much less knock and make a fuss.
Listen, Mr. Cheng and Mr. Gao are arguing, and everyone in the building wants to come and watch the show.
She can't do that, otherwise she'll be the one who loses face.
What are you doing standing at President Cheng's door in the middle of the night with a letter in your hand? Reciting poetry, of course!
But Gao Yaqin felt resentful. Why should she be the one to complain? What did this have to do with her?
I considered simply tossing the envelope in the hallway, but I was also afraid that the letter might cause unnecessary trouble.
But if she takes the letter back, then this matter, which had nothing to do with her before, will now be related to her.
Who can say for sure how this letter ended up in her hands? If Cheng Kaiyuan shamelessly claims he doesn't know, then she'll be in a very awkward position.
Should we go directly to Li Xuewu?
Stop joking around. Why did you call Li Xuewu back in the middle of the night? How are we going to deliver this letter?
Not only will Li Xuewu be embarrassed and annoyed with her, but the person who prepared the letter will also be annoyed with her.
She's pleasing no one, so tell me if she's wronged or not.
She was wronged, but there was nothing she could do. She could only glare fiercely at Cheng Kaiyuan's door and say menacingly, "Hmph! Go ahead and stay up all night if you dare!"
What does this mean?
She knew that at this very moment, that old devil Cheng Kaiyuan was squatting at the door, blocking the cracks with a rug.
Can the other person hear what she's saying?
Of course they can hear it, and they might even be gloating right now, at least they've finally gotten rid of the ball.
But what could Gao Yaqin do? She could only take the letter back to her room.
Standing at the door and cursing?
Hehe, Cheng Kaiyuan must be laughing his head off. Gao Yaqin can easily imagine how smug he is right now.
Be smug, let's see how long you can be smug!
Gao Yaqin came to work at Hongxing Factory, but she really didn't intend to stay there long. Who could she possibly have conflicts with in five or six years?
Therefore, it is generally believed within the organization that Vice President Gao has the best temper and is the most conscientious in his work among the group's leaders.
But not today. Gao Yaqin truly sees Cheng Kaiyuan as a bastard and an enemy.
I always fall for their tricks, but every time it happens, it's different!
She's young and hasn't seen such shameless people before, let alone the bottom line in the workplace.
Bottom line?
This has no bottom line whatsoever!
Gao Yaqin used to think that the seasoned veterans in government offices were difficult enough to deal with, but now she knows that there are many kinds of seasoned veterans, and Cheng Kaiyuan is one of them.
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"One ear of corn sizzled, two ears of corn sizzled, three ears of corn sizzled."
Banggeng's mouth never stops from morning till night, even when he's running, he's still smacking away, he really has the face of someone who "naturally breathes".
Li Xuewu got annoyed and pointed to the weathered rocks in the park, reminding him that if he talked too much, air would get into his mouth and his teeth would become as hard as these rocks.
Every time Banggeng runs up to the rock, he slows down and takes a look. Over time, he even started brushing his teeth.
Brushing his teeth solves the problem of tooth erosion, but it doesn't prevent him from speaking.
When Zhou Yamei came back last time, she heard Li Xuewu complaining and explained to him with a laugh that this was a normal reaction for boys during puberty.
What was the reaction?
They will learn how adults speak, constantly trying and making mistakes, spouting what they think are correct principles they've heard or seen, which are actually nonsense.
These principles are certainly correct from a child's perspective, but from the perspective of adults who focus on utilitarianism, they are just a bunch of nonsense.
Li Xuewu is alright; the child isn't his own anyway, so if he doesn't want to listen, he can just avoid it.
Zhou Yamei suggested that he might as well practice with the stick stems, when Li Shu and Li Ning grow up...
Before she could finish her sentence, Li Xuewu's eyes widened in horror.
Li Xuewu wasn't afraid of Li Ning talking too much, but rather that his daughter Li Shu would become a "little magical girl who talks too much."
Li Shu could never be a little fairy, she's a great demon queen, she'll be a blah blah blah great demon queen!
When Wen San'er came to his house to talk to him, he joked with Bang Geng, saying that his mouth was rented—he felt like he was losing out if he didn't speak for even a minute.
Bang Geng didn't think he was talking too much, nor did he take their words seriously; he just said what he wanted to say.
In the morning, he exercised with Uncle Wu. He kept saying that Uncle Wu was running, and the more he talked, the faster Uncle Wu ran. He kept chasing after him until he couldn't say anything anymore, so he had to wait until he got home to continue.
But when Uncle Wu got home, he went upstairs to take a shower and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Who could he talk to?
It doesn't matter if no one talks to him; he can chatter on and on for a whole morning just by talking to himself.
Take putting corn into the pot, for example. You pick up an ear of corn and "clang, clang," you have to do things with accompaniment.
"Are three ears of corn enough to eat?"
Banggeng took a steamed bun from the refrigerator and said to himself, "Of course it's not enough, so I need to add two more. I'm so smart—"
Li Xuewu changed his clothes and came downstairs. Hearing his own mutterings, he could only pray in his heart that Li Shu would grow up happily and not go astray.
With my daughter's temper and her constant chatter, even the neighborhood aunties wouldn't be able to handle her.
He doesn't need a "heroine among women" in his family who can debate with a group of scholars; he just needs to grow up properly.
"Uncle Wu, what are we having for breakfast?"
Banggeng opened the refrigerator, pointed to the bottles and jars inside, and said, "I'll make whatever you want to eat."
"Do you need to make it? It's just canned food."
Li Xuewu looked at Banggeng, who was full of confidence, speechless, and reminded him, "If your master knew that you learned his skills but cooked like this, he would chop you up."
“Sigh—” Banggeng shook his head slightly and said, “I only understood why unorthodox and heretical practices are hated by the world after reading so many books.”
He took a can of pickled cowpeas from the refrigerator, shook it, split it open with a knife, and poured it into a bowl.
That wasn't all. Since there was no high skill involved in eating pickled green beans, he opened a can of diced meat and cooked it in hot lard.
A whiff of cooking oil rose up as the fatty pork was stir-fried, followed by pickled green beans and chili peppers. It was quickly cooked and then taken out of the pan.
"The food is here!"
Banggeng imitated the restaurant waiters' calls and placed the plates on the table.
Hey! You know what, this hot and sour diced pork dish actually looks really authentic!
Just look at how finely these diced meat and pickled cowpeas are chopped! Even the average chef couldn't cut them this meticulously.
This dish only requires one extra step: using chili peppers found in the garden.
The sourness of the pickled green beans is fixed, but the spiciness depends entirely on his skill.
The only characteristic of this dish is its speed. A skilled chef would typically spend at least twenty minutes preparing this dish, including the time for food preparation and seasoning.
But that's unnecessary for Bang Geng. How long does it take to open a can of food? He's a proper cook, after all.
"What's this dish called?" Li Xuewu asked, picking up a steamed bun after sitting down. "Let's just call it canned food stir-fried with canned food."
“That won’t do—” Banggeng shook his big head and said, “This dish is called canned food stir-fried with canned food, so what about when I make braised pork tomorrow? Stir-fried with canned food?”
"Brilliant! Chef Jia, you're truly brilliant!"
Li Xuewu gave Banggeng a thumbs-up and exclaimed in admiration, "This is truly the first time I've ever seen such an excellent chef like you."
"Regardless of your skill level, just based on your shamelessness, you're destined for great things!"
"Don't neglect your craftsmanship!"
Banggeng pushed the plate of food forward, gesturing to him, and said, "Uncle Wu, please try my cooking."
"Mmm, delicious, really delicious."
Li Xuewu took a bite and nodded repeatedly, saying, "The workers at the cannery are really skilled."
"What? I made this."
Banggeng said with a hint of dissatisfaction, "What does this have to do with the workers?"
"That's right, you're the one who ate this food."
Li Xuewu nodded in agreement, picked up a green bean, and reminded him, "These were washed, cut, and pickled by the workers."
He picked up a piece of meat and reminded Banggeng, "This was cut and cooked by the workers."
After saying that, he pointed to the dish and nodded, saying, "Your dish fully demonstrates the importance of cooperation. There is nothing that cooperation cannot solve."
"What does this have to do with cooperation!"
Banggeng got impatient, scooped up a spoonful of spicy and sour diced meat, stuffed it into the steamed bun, and ate it in big bites.
"Anyway, I think my skills are no worse than my master's."
"You can say that to my face, I'll just think you're young and hot-blooded bragging."
Li Xuewu looked at him with amusement and said, "If you see your master, never talk like that."
"If he knew you were honing your culinary skills like this, he'd probably ruin you and clean house."
"If you don't tell me, how will anyone know?"
Although Bang Geng is a reckless scoundrel, he still knows he has some shame and a bottom line.
Li Xuewu jokingly said that he felt embarrassed about stir-frying canned food with canned food.
There was nothing I could do; we had plenty of canned goods at home—vegetables, fish, meat, braised pork…
Hongxing Food Factory can make anything that can be canned, even corn kernels.
Li Xuewu only mentioned it briefly to Banggeng, saying that canned food is actually very clean and hygienic, cleaner than most restaurants these days.
He remembered it; after telling Wen San'er, the house became a dumpling.
Li Xuewu really hated himself for being so tactless. Why did he have to bring up canned food? Before, at least he could taste some of the vegetables from the yard. Now, he's eating pre-cooked food decades ahead of schedule!
what is this?
This saves us decades of detours!
In the days before highways, it would take at least four hours to travel from Gangcheng to Fengcheng.
Did highways even exist in this era?
No, there are no proper expressways, but there are relatively standard highways, which are national roads.
Why use the term "relative standard"? Because there are no standards for highway construction in this era.
Do you think a gravel road counts as a highway?
For many years, some national highways were simply paved with gravel, and that was perfectly fine.
Who remembers when they first saw an asphalt slab track?
Not to mention the even more expensive cement roads at this time.
Three Hongyun No. 1 vehicles were lined up in a row, with a antelope security vehicle leading the way in front of and behind each of them.
The security vehicle serves both as a security vehicle and a logistical support vehicle; it was prepared by the metallurgical plant.
In this day and age, if you're traveling long distances, companies usually provide security personnel for the trip.
The specific reasons are unnecessary to explain.
Because Hongyun No. 1 came with its own office environment and facilities, Li Xuewu and the other two were in the same car, and they began discussing the upcoming negotiations as soon as they got in.
They need to determine the division of labor, and also agree on the bottom line and objectives of the negotiations.
Although this trip to Shenyang Aircraft Corporation was only a preliminary negotiation and it is unlikely that any significant results or goals will be achieved.
This negotiation was merely a test of each other's limits.
Then you could say we shouldn't meet, or just arrange for someone to come and test each other, to save time.
Goodness, some things just require wasting time. Nothing in this world is ever truly clear and innocent.
It's a mutual probing, a first meeting, a way to determine the negotiation method; it's a protracted battle.
It's unrealistic to think that any business partnership can be finalized overnight.
"We need to be prepared to talk about this at least ten or eight times."
Li Xuewu spread his hands and said to the two men, "The more a company like Shenfei is, the more troublesome the cooperative projects are for parts production."
“We want to carry out comprehensive cooperation, and Shenfei will not refuse. Shenfei wants our production advantages, and we can discuss that as well.”
He pointed to the small desk and emphasized, "My previous talks with Wang Xin were not very in-depth; they were just laying the groundwork and guiding the discussion for this negotiation."
"But today we went to Shenyang Aircraft Corporation, which is on their territory, so they must have been prepared and had an advantage."
Li Xuewu picked up the thermos on the table and said, "How to break this deadlock is the key today."
After Li Xuewu finished speaking, Cheng Kaiyuan glanced at Gao Yaqin. Seeing that she ignored him and didn't even look at him, it seemed that he had really offended her.
Is it really that big of a deal? It's not a big deal!
He really wasn't suited to handle that letter, which said that his relationship with Li Xuewu seemed very harmonious now, and that he had even helped Li Xuewu advance further in the past.
But what did Li Xuewu actually take him for?
I won't say what they were called, but they didn't have any influence or status anyway, and the peace between the two of them was just superficial.
It would be inappropriate for him to give the letter to Li Xuewu, and handling it privately would be a violation of discipline.
It was a hot potato for him.
However, there was still a chance for things to turn around in Gao Yaqin's hands, because Gao Yaqin's relationship with Li Xuewu was still acceptable.
Despite their initial rivalry as leaders of the Liaodong Industrial Leading Group, Gao Yaqin was neither prepared nor capable of vying for the position.
Gao Yaqin was forced into the limelight by Li Huaide. If she really cared about Liaodong, she wouldn't have been completely unprepared and allowed Li Xuewu to make thorough arrangements.
Furthermore, Li Xuewu's attitude towards Gao Yaqin after he started working in Liaodong shows that the two had already reached a tacit understanding, and it was just that Lao Li was being delusional.
If that letter were in Gao Yaqin's hands, it would be most appropriate for her to give it to Li Xuewu.
After all, personal issues don't really count towards performance evaluations or organizational assessments, and Li Xuewu is too young.
Furthermore, from the Hongxing Factory to the Group, there have long been clear regulations regarding supervision work. Issues reported without a real name will not be dealt with unless there are special circumstances.
Is this considered a special case?
In Cheng Kaiyuan's view, this matter could be a big deal or a small deal. The letter said that Li Xuewu had a home in Gangcheng and even two illegitimate children, and the family lived together.
The letter explicitly stated that Li Xuewu would take his two illegitimate children for a run every morning...
In Cheng Kaiyuan's view, anyone who investigates this matter is an idiot; if Li Xuewu could find out about his illegitimate child, he wouldn't be Li Xuewu.
If he couldn't even get past this hurdle, how did Li Xuewu manage to get to where he is today?
Of all the challenges before this, none were less difficult than this.
To call him an illegitimate child is utterly ridiculous.
Li Xuewu is 22 years old this year. The kids who can run with him must be at least 6 years old, right?
In other words, Li Xuewu must have met these requirements before he was at least 15 years old.
If the child is 7 years old, then it should be done even earlier.
If the child was 8 years old, then Li Xuewu was also a child at that time. Let's not talk about the environment; we should first use our brains to consider the issue of ability.
What did the letter say?
One looked about fourteen or fifteen, and the other about seven or eight years old; they looked very similar to Li Xuewu.
oops--
When Cheng Kaiyuan saw the letter, he was also scratching his head. He really couldn't believe that Li Xuewu had such ability when he was only 7 years old.
Therefore, he had absolutely no interest in investigating or examining that letter, and he didn't want to cause trouble because of it.
If you think this letter is illogical, have you ever wondered how it managed to get past the security guards at the guesthouse entrance, bypass the staff, and be slipped into his room?
Cheng Kaiyuan didn't want to think about these issues, but he had to show the proper attitude:
He's not stupid, nor is he a tool for someone else to do his dirty work; this is an insult to his intelligence.
Li Xuewu was still unaware of what had happened last night and was talking about work very seriously. However, Gao Yaqin was angry, and Cheng Kaiyuan was helpless. Both of them seemed a little absent-minded.
Of course, Li Xuewu could understand all of this, after all, it was a long journey, from the capital to the steel city, and now from the steel city to Fengcheng.
It's bound to be tough, and it's normal to be in a bad mental state. He had already discussed the work and asked them to get some rest.
However, the two got along well yesterday, but today they didn't even speak to each other.
Let alone not speaking when we meet, we don't even make eye contact, just like strangers.
She didn't respond to Cheng Kaiyuan's words, and she completely ignored his attempts to reply.
This is really interesting. Li Xuewu is very perceptive; he had already noticed their behavior.
To expose them? To mediate? Of course not. He knows what's going on between them; what if he exposes the wrong thing?
Li Xuewu now suspects that there is some kind of ambiguous relationship between the two. This kind of bickering can only happen between lovers.
He first looked at Cheng Kaiyuan: "Well done, Lao Cheng, you've really got it!"
Then I looked at Gao Yaqin: I didn't expect you to be this kind of person—
After looking at the two of them, he held his water glass, looked down, and chuckled softly.
Even at their age, you guys are still playing the most amazing games.
(End of this chapter)