MMB Chapter 1420 New Code
Chapter 1420 New Code
Chapter 1420 New Code
"Hoo—" Wang Min took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled deeply, as if sighing, or perhaps lamenting.
His facial expression was even more fascinating, as if he were filled with compassion for humanity, or perhaps lamenting the passing of spring and the coming of autumn.
Standing by the window on the third-floor corridor with Zhou Linghua, looking at the factory gate in the distance, he asked, "Do you think Deputy Factory Director Yang can come back?"
"Hiss—" Zhou Linghua was a bit of a goofball in private, and he took a deep breath, turning to stare at Wang Min and saying, "Don't say anything out of line!"
"Hmm—how can this be called talking nonsense?"
Wang Min, like a sage, spoke with wisps of smoke rising from his hand and his eyes slightly narrowed: "This is called conducting analysis and judgment based on evidence."
What is your basis for this claim?
Zhou Linghua raised an eyebrow, looked at the cigarette in his hand, and asked, "Is it all in the cigarette?"
"This? This can only give me strength, not enrich my mind." Wang Min looked down at the cigarette in his hand and said, "Some people say that men are like this cigarette. Sometimes they are fierce and aggressive, sometimes they are passionate and fiery, burning themselves out, but after living (fiery) for a while, all that's left is a (cigarette) fart."
"It seems you're truly obsessed—"
Zhou Linghua looked down at the cigarette in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said, "You, who studied civil engineering, can actually say such philosophical things."
"I was just saying this from the heart."
Wang Min slightly raised his head, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. "Deputy Factory Director Yin went, came back, and left again; Deputy Factory Director Yang went and will never come back."
What are you all talking about here?
Ma Baosen returned from the general office carrying a stack of documents. Seeing the two men standing there smoking, he asked in surprise, "Weren't you busy this morning?"
"What's the difference between being busy and not being busy?" Zhou Linghua said in a nonchalant tone, mimicking Wang Min's: "In the end, it's all just a fart."
"What the hell?"
Ma Baosen thought he had misheard. How could a college student say something like that?
"Nothing, where did you go?"
Zhou Linghua was still imitating Wang Min's expression, standing there building up his emotions, wanting to experience Wang Min's mental state at this moment.
He wasn't admiring this way of thinking; he just wanted to test whether Wang Min was mentally ill. If he really was, then he could be prepared—to stay far away from him.
Wang Min, however, had lost his earlier mood and turned to look at the stunned Ma Baosen, saying, "Your master just came looking for you. We told you that you were busy flirting with the new girl in the finance department."
"You guys—" Ma Baosen's eyes widened suddenly, and he said with an annoyed smirk, "It's so hard to learn good things, but you all learn bad things in a flash—"
"Tell us, did you manage to win her over?"
Wang Min, getting mischievous, raised an eyebrow and teased Ma Baosen, asking, "I heard you two are from the same neighborhood? Did your families try to set you up?"
"You know too much—"
Ma Baosen walked into his office with the documents in his hand, too lazy to deal with this piece of trash.
Wang Min chuckled and turned to Zhou Linghua, saying, "That girl in the finance office is incredibly beautiful."
"Deputy Factory Director Yang is not coming back."
"what?"
Upon hearing Zhou Linghua's sudden remark, Wang Min, who had just been speaking with feeling, was stunned.
He stared blankly at Zhou Linghua, frowned, and asked, "What did you just say?"
Zhou Linghua did not answer his question, but instead tapped lightly on the windowpane with his finger, gesturing for him to look outside.
Wang Min suddenly turned his head and saw several cars suddenly appear in the parking spaces in front of the building, including cars from Shanghai and Hongyun, and many people were getting out of the cars.
"This is unbelievable! The group's disciplinary inspection commission comes twice in one month! Who can stand this?!"
“It’s over, it’s over—” Wang Min shook his head slightly and said, “From now on, there will only be one Deputy Director Yang in the metallurgical plant, so everyone will no longer have to worry about calling the wrong person.”
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"Isn't this not good?"
Li Xuewu's expression turned somewhat serious when Sun Jianhua, the deputy manager of the Organization Department, and Zhou Zechuan, the head of the Supervision Department, suddenly appeared in his office.
"What exactly is wrong with Deputy Factory Director Yang that warrants such a grand announcement?"
"It is precisely because the issue is somewhat complicated that we took the initiative to come to the steel city to explain it to you."
Sun Jianhua looked at Zhou Zechuan, signaling him to speak, and Zhou Zechuan finally spoke out of necessity.
If he had a choice, he really wouldn't want to come, let alone face Li Xuewu directly.
In Zhou Zechuan's view, he would rather be busy with his work from the beginning to the end of the year than face this fierce tiger.
He has suffered too many losses, and they have been too profound for him to bear. He doesn't want to suffer the same fate again.
Unfortunately, he couldn't escape this matter.
"As instructed by Director Li of the Management Committee, we placed Comrade Yang Shuxing under detention."
Zhou Zechuan scrutinized his language structure meticulously, trying his best to avoid any mistakes.
This made his explanation seem somewhat dry and uninforming, with nothing worth asking questions about.
Li Xuewu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Sun Jianhua, who had led the team to Gangcheng.
"Cough-cough-"
Sun Jianhua was also a little embarrassed. Seeing that Zhou Zechuan remained silent, he could only cough lightly and speak.
"That's right, Secretary General."
After tidying up his words, he explained, "Comrade Yang Shuxing voluntarily went to the group to explain some issues to the leaders..."
Could Li Xuewu believe this?
Burning newspapers at gravesites—are you trying to fool the ghosts?
However, Li Xuewu did not speak. Judging from the way the other party addressed him, it was clear that Yang Shuxing was really not coming back.
Of course, it was absolutely impossible for him to turn himself in; no one in the metallurgical plant's management would believe it.
"We strictly followed the organizational procedures. As soon as we received the notification from Deputy Director Gu, we spoke with Comrade Yang Shuxing. He confessed to his mistakes and violations without reservation, so..."
"So Deputy Factory Director Yang isn't coming back?"
Li Xuewu frowned, looking very unhappy. Under pressure, Sun Jianhua and Zhou Zechuan exchanged a glance, neither of them knowing what to say.
Actually, the two had expected Li Xuewu to be angry. They had discussed it on the way here, but they couldn't find a good solution.
Why isn't Deputy Director Gu here?
Even if the secretary-general is angry, it's not enough to warrant a personal explanation from deputy director Gu.
However, communicating by phone would seem insincere, so Deputy Director Gu simply did not make a phone call, but instead instructed the Organization Department to send someone to Gangcheng.
Since the leadership has made this arrangement, Li Ziheng, the manager of the Organization Department, naturally won't come. As the head of the department, he has a natural excuse.
Besides, this isn't a good thing either. They suddenly investigated the deputy director of the Steel City Metallurgical Plant without communicating with the secretary-general beforehand. It would be strange if the secretary-general wasn't angry.
Even if this Deputy Factory Director Yang isn't a good person, and the issue he raised with the group company was the Secretary-General's problem, they still can't say such things out loud; it's a matter of work discipline.
Such words cannot be spoken in private; not only are they taboo, but they could also easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings. They all believed that the Secretary-General had channels to understand the actual situation.
So at this moment, they can only endure the Secretary-General's anger and hope that the Secretary-General's channels can transmit these messages back as soon as possible.
However, they also considered that even if the secretary-general knew the truth, he would not be satisfied with their actions. If there was a problem with the metallurgical plant's cadres, they should contact him immediately.
Zhou Zechuan just subtly expressed the attitude and meaning of the Supervision Department, which is that it is necessary for work and there is no personal emotion involved. Therefore, he also asked the Secretary-General not to let personal emotions get in the way.
“I just came back from the group a few days ago, and I told Director Li that the metallurgical plant is short of staff.”
Li Xuewu casually tidied the files on his desk, saying with some dissatisfaction, "We haven't even gotten a new recruit, and now we've lost someone. What do you say—"
He slammed the documents he had just picked up aside and questioned the two men, "What am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to do the work of two people?"
“This—” Sun Jianhua’s forehead was visibly sweaty. He kept wiping away the fine beads of sweat with a handkerchief, his eyes occasionally drifting to Zhou Zechuan on the side.
You're the person in charge of this case, say something! You're mute!
Zhou Zechuan noticed the look in Deputy Manager Sun's eyes, but remained unmoved.
At this moment, the Secretary-General was in a fit of rage. Who would dare to respond to him? Would they be courting death?
Besides, he's a supervisory cadre, not an organization or personnel cadre. What can he say at this time? Can he go back and send a few people to help?
Stop joking around. Let the leader say whatever he wants. Anyway, he was already mentally prepared when he came. He won't fight back or talk back. He doesn't care what anyone says.
He refused to believe that the secretary-general would actually hit him; at most, he would just reprimand them.
Those who know Li Xuewu know that this young leader rarely scolds people. He was very serious when he was in charge of security work, but since he was transferred to the position of secretary-general, he has rarely had a serious face.
Now that Li Xuewu is a leader in the group, he can't afford to swear so vulgarly. At worst, he can use some offensive language, but he will definitely not use profanity. That's for sure.
Since they're swearing without using any vulgar language, just pretend you didn't hear it, or that you're deaf.
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Yang Shuxing really did perish, but he got what he wanted and this time he truly stayed in the capital.
Actually, if you think about it, all he did to cause a scene at the group company was to move to a different location.
If we talk to the group's leadership properly, maybe things will get moving within a year or two.
With his current qualifications and abilities, he would be more than qualified to serve as the executive deputy director of another branch factory.
Don't forget, the metallurgical plant was the first and largest branch of the steel rolling mill.
A deputy factory director who leaves from here will naturally be considered superior to others when he goes to another factory.
Unfortunately, he was in too much of a hurry, which made Old Li very impatient, especially at this moment.
The group is about to establish a presence in Liaodong, which is a crucial time when they need manpower and are willing to risk their lives. If someone stands up to cause trouble at this time, wouldn't that be a slap in the face to Li Huaide?
The group's industrial development and economic and trade work in Liaodong relied entirely on Li Xuewu's strategic planning. At this time, someone jumped out to cause trouble, even trying to sow discord in Li Huaide's office.
To put it simply, if Yang Shuxing really walked out of his office so casually, Li Xuewu would be discouraged, or even give up.
That's not how you do your job. Leaders can't bully people like that, and Li Huaide is even less likely to do so.
If he is familiar with the business and has sufficient skills, then he might have some confidence in raising the Gu.
It's a pity that Yang Shuxing didn't have the brains or the eyes to see the problem; he became a fool who tried to break a rock with an egg.
Yang Shuxing went to Li Huaide's office and talked incessantly. During this time, Li Huaide was also hesitant about whether to deal with him.
Li Xuewu already had a high enough reputation in Liaodong and the metallurgical plant, which made his work in Liaodong easier, but also made the group's management committee quite wary.
In fact, as early as last year's meeting, some people proposed that all industrial enterprises in Liaodong should be directly placed under the jurisdiction of the Group's Production Management Department.
However, the situation of the group's industrial sector in Liaodong is quite special. The steel rolling mill and some factories have not yet been completed, and there are some new projects that urgently need to be launched.
It's not good if no one is keeping an eye on things in the steel city; not only is Li Huaide worried, but the management committee is too.
Therefore, we need to wait until each industrial enterprise grows and becomes so large that it cannot be managed by a single group leader before we can complete the takeover.
Now, it can only be three years after three years, with each term lasting three years. We'll see how things go after three years.
Li Xuewu wanted to call Lao Li to vent his frustrations, but then he changed his mind.
Old Li's decision to investigate Yang Shuxing was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision; he must have had evidence in his hands.
He was right after all. Old Li did have such materials, which Yin Zhongyao had revealed, but he hadn't figured out what to do with them.
Li Xuewu's success makes Yang Shuxing and other cadres, who had previously been outwardly friendly but inwardly estranged from him, all the more valuable; they are the main force in supervision.
But Yang Shuxing was so short-sighted. He had been to the steel city before, so why didn't he come forward and report the problem then?
Now that he's feeling the pressure at work, he wants to find another way, and he even dares to come to the group and complain to Dong Wenxue and his office. What will the people below think?
You can't just start something like this.
If Yang Shuxing really agrees and launches an investigation into Li Xuewu, what will Li Xuewu think?
Li Xuewu has an idea, and Dong Wenxue will have one too; things will get really interesting then.
So now that Yang Shuxing is here, he shouldn't go back and cause trouble for Li Xuewu.
Another point is that Yang Shuxing went to Dong Wenxue to report the situation first, and then went to him later. Old Li had to wonder, whose side are you on?
Following the arrest of Deputy Factory Director Yin Zhongyao, Deputy Factory Director Yang Shuxing was also detained. Everyone in the metallurgical plant's administration was on edge, seeing threats everywhere.
Li Xuewu was furious about this. What did Yang Shuxing matter? If he was capable, let him do it. He could deal with him later.
By making such a big show of keeping people here, the working atmosphere he had worked so hard to create was ruined again.
He didn't care how many corrupt officials were in the organization; to him, these people were just openly bad seeds that he could pick out at any time.
But having this thing in the middle can still be useful. He's only been at the metallurgical plant for a short time; he doesn't have the energy to train young people and successors.
When a vacancy arises, even if he wanted to make an appointment, he couldn't find a suitable person.
The reason for combining organizational and personnel changes with auditing and review work is to quickly complete the screening of organizational and personnel personnel.
He did not deny that auditing and review work sometimes involves a one-size-fits-all approach, which has affected some proactive business staff.
However, if business personnel do not follow the rules and regulations, and make small mistakes now just for work, they will become irreparable mistakes later.
Are cadres selected through a one-size-fits-all approach necessarily good cadres?
How could that be? But Li Xuewu believes in management based on results, not intentions; as long as the work is done, that's enough.
If a business manager can't even clean up their own mess, then they're not a good manager.
If you're talking about having some disciplinary record, Li Xuewu doesn't care. What business cadre doesn't have disciplinary records? Everyone has them.
But disciplinary action is out of the question; it's a red line, much harsher than a label stuck to your body.
Li Xuewu sat in his office, also worried. He knew without a doubt that people outside the office were talking about it. He had rectified the industrial order in Liaodong and consolidated the group's industrial management rights in Liaodong. Now it was time to sharpen his knives.
If he really thought that way, that would be fine, but the problem is that he didn't think that way.
When he came out of the office after work, everyone who saw him and greeted him had a somewhat cautious and strange expression on their face.
You don't need to talk about Yin Zhongyao and Yang Shuxing anymore; all they can see is that Li Xuewu has arrived, which is why the metallurgical plant lost two deputy directors in succession.
Everyone greeted him politely, and Li Xuewu maintained his usual warm demeanor, only quickening his pace slightly.
Even his smiles are often misinterpreted; Li Xuewu has even heard people call him a "smiling tiger."
"This is really wrong, so wrong."
The third floor is not visible from the second floor, but you can hear some conversations amidst the noise, especially as they are having a lively discussion.
As Li Xuewu descended the steps, he listened intently and heard his own name called.
"Think about it, when Deputy Factory Director Yin went to the group, he didn't say a word about the Secretary-General's living conditions."
Someone confidently asserted, "Deputy Factory Director Yang suddenly said that the Secretary-General was living in the widow's house. Did he see it with his own eyes?"
"I really don't understand. If even he can see the problem, how come the Secretary-General can't see it?"
Some people jokingly remarked, "This matter is indeed quite complicated. Many people already know about it, so why did he just blurt it out?"
“I think the Secretary-General has ulterior motives,” the man said earlier. “Either this is a trap, or he’s deliberately trying to smear himself.”
"It's no use for anyone to bring this up at the group level, because they can't convince the group leaders. Director Li doesn't believe it either, so no matter how much others say, it's useless."
"I told you this was a trap—"
Someone shook their head and said, "If the secretary-general dared to contact the duty room by phone at that house, I don't believe he wasn't prepared."
"If someone really goes to investigate, and they produce some kind of proof of relationship, how embarrassed would the person who came to investigate be? They'd better just bury themselves in a hole."
"If we follow your logic—"
The man in front suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked, "Could this be something Deputy Factory Director Yang did on purpose?"
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"Brother, I got my graduation certificate."
Mai Qinglan happily handed her graduation certificate and work assignment documents to Li Xuewu.
In fact, Mai Qinglan never returned to Beijing; it was Shen Guodong who arranged for people to handle all the formalities.
Since a legitimate organization was willing to accept her, and Mai Qinglan had a student record and graduation certificate, the school naturally preferred to avoid trouble and decisively chose to release her.
On the very first day after receiving the paperwork, Mai Qinglan shared the good news with Li Xuewu.
In fact, Li Xuewu could have easily brought these documents back from Beijing, but Mai Qinglan's school graduation procedures were not due to be completed in early June, causing a delay of half a month.
Li Xuewu smiled as he examined her graduation documents, watching her expectant gaze.
Actually, he already has this thing; almost every college student's graduation certificate is the same.
The characteristics of the times—
However, this was something Mai Qinglan had been thinking about and was grateful for his care back then. She was so eager to express her gratitude that she couldn't let her brother's wife say it aloud.
"Okay, it's good that you've graduated."
Li Xuewu smiled as he organized the supporting documents in his hand and handed them back to Mai Qinglan, saying, "Get ready, then go report to the metallurgical plant."
"What about the child?"
Zhou Yamei came out of the kitchen carrying fruit, overheard their conversation, and asked a question.
Mai Qinglan put the materials away and turned to Zhou Yamei to explain, "Originally, I wanted to send Hu Niu to a daycare or hire a nanny, but my mother didn't want to, saying she would come to Gangcheng to stay with us for a year."
"Then what about your father?"
Zhou Yamei put down the fruit plate, gesturing for the two to take it and eat, while asking with concern, "Didn't you say your father's health wasn't good either?"
“My mom and dad have talked to each other, and the two of them will come to the steel city.” Mai Qinglan picked up a grape and said, “My dad goes back when he has work and comes back at other times, running back and forth. My mother takes the children back to Beijing during winter and summer vacations, trying to take care of both places as much as possible.”
“I was just saying, if all else fails, I’ll help you find a nanny, even one from Beijing.”
Zhou Yamei ate a peach and shook her head slightly, saying, "Work is one thing, but the child is more important."
"Don't be a workaholic like men. If you neglect your children's education, you'll have a lot of headaches when they grow up."
"I'm starting to have a headache."
Mai Qinglan looked at her daughter, who was snatching a toy from Fu Zhidong's hand, and said with her hand on her forehead, "Anything that other people are playing with is good."
"Kids are all like that—"
Zhou Yamei smiled and invited the children to come and eat fruit, while she continued chatting with Mai Qinglan about everyday things.
Li Xuewu took a break to read the newspaper. It was the weekend, and he was enjoying a rare holiday.
This is because his work has been streamlined and he is familiar with all the units. Otherwise, he would never have weekends; he would be either conducting research or working overtime.
Knowing that he was off work today, Zhou Yamei specially went to the market to buy fresh vegetables. When Mai Qinglan came over with the children to share the good news, she was ready to show off her skills.
Banggeng brought over a copy of the Zizhi Tongjian (Comprehensive Mirror for Aid in Government), pointing to a question he wanted to ask Zhou Yamei.
He wouldn't ask Li Xuewu, much less Uncle Wu; this was something Aunt Zhou had specifically instructed him to do.
Aunt Zhou said that Uncle Wu's current situation, due to his special status and age, is influenced by his work environment, making his perspective on the issues in the book somewhat one-sided.
If he has any questions, he must ask her; he cannot listen to Uncle Wu's serious-sounding nonsense.
What do young people learn fastest?
Of course, they learn the trendy and fashionable things the fastest, things that are considered bad in traditional thinking.
Zhou Yamei recently discovered that Bang Geng's tone of voice and even his behavior were similar to Li Xuewu's. Fu Zhidong was also imitating him, unintentionally mimicking some of Li Xuewu's little quirks.
They couldn't see Li Xuewu's daily reading and writing, or his taking notes while reading newspapers; they only saw his bad side, which they considered to be the behavior of a man.
Zhou Yamei was furious and reminded Li Xuewu to be mindful of his image in front of the children.
Li Xuewu would never listen to her. He was disobedient at home, so why would he listen to her here?
For example, they like to hide their socks in the corner of the sofa... For example, they spray water when washing their face... For example, they don't wipe the sink after washing their face...
"Is Aunt Biao going to be a radio announcer?" While asking the question, Banggeng looked at Mai Qinglan with some curiosity and asked, "Then will I be able to hear your voice through the cassette player?"
“Hehehe—” Mai Qinglan said with a bit of a laugh, “It’s still early. I haven’t even done my internship yet, how could I be a broadcaster?”
"I only know one announcer."
Banggeng tilted his head and said, "She's not that old, and she's not a college student."
As he said this, he turned to Uncle Wu and asked, "Is her name Yu Haitang?"
Why did you think of her?
Li Xuewu flipped through the newspaper and said casually, "She's still at the radio station."
I told you it was her—
Banggeng turned to Aunt Biao and said, "She speaks in a rough and gruff voice, which is not pleasant to listen to at all. You speak much better than Aunt Biao."
"Heh, no matter how eloquent I am, I can't compare to you—"
Mai Qinglan found his praise somewhat amusing. Holding her teacup, she glanced at Zhou Yamei and teased, "You've become so eloquent. Did your Aunt Zhou teach you that?"
"I was born knowing how to talk—"
Banggeng took the book from Aunt Zhou, shrugged, and said, "I only know one announcer, and I really hope I can listen to all your programs in the future."
"That day will come, and I will try my best."
Mai Qinglan nodded with amusement, then solemnly made a guarantee for Banggeng.
Banggeng turned around with a little smugness and went to the study to read.
"He really has changed—"
Mai Qinglan shook her head slightly, watching the figure walk towards the study, and said to Zhou Yamei with emotion, "You saved this child's life. You are his savior and mentor."
"Don't talk about being a benefactor or a mentor. If you cause trouble later, you'll have to thank him if you say he was my student."
Zhou Yamei's requirements were quite low. As she sipped her tea, she said, "His heart is too wild. If he isn't properly put in charge, he'll cause big trouble sooner or later."
The second half of the sentence was said while looking at Li Xuewu, but Li Xuewu was reading the newspaper and didn't hear it.
Zhou Yamei sighed helplessly, which Mai Qinglan noticed.
"Are you really going to take the child back to Beijing to live?"
Mai Qinglan asked softly, "Putting aside the trouble of transferring schools, where will you stay when you go back?"
"I'm not worried about where we'll stay, but it will be difficult to see each other often after we return to Beijing."
Zhou Yamei reluctantly tugged at Mai Qinglan's hand and said, "You must come often these two months, so I won't miss you when I go back to Beijing."
"Look at what you're saying. You're just going to settle down, it's not like you're never coming back."
Mai Qinglan pulled her hand back and asked softly, "Should I talk to Brother Wu and ask him if you and the child shouldn't leave?"
"You think he's kicking us out?"
Zhou Yamei glanced at Li Xuewu with amusement, then whispered in Mai Qinglan's ear, "We have to leave now, Fu Zhidong is going to go astray."
"Hehe—" Mai Qinglan certainly didn't take her words seriously; it was just an excuse.
"We really have no choice but to leave."
Zhou Yamei sighed and explained softly, "I have people following me whenever I go out now. If this continues, I won't feel safe living in Gangcheng, and he will be affected too."
"And—" she hesitated for a moment, but still explained, "I'm afraid Zhidong isn't safe."
"Who's so bold?" Mai Qinglan asked in surprise. "Why didn't you tell Brother Wu? Were you afraid he'd be angry, or—"
"No, he knows that."
Zhou Yamei shook her head slightly and explained, "But what's the use? We can't just stop people from following us, can we?"
"Besides, how is he supposed to catch mice if no one's with me?"
After saying this, she gently patted Mai Qinglan's hand, stood up and said, "You sit down first, I'll go to the kitchen to cut the meat, it'll be ready in a little while."
Mai Qinglan wanted to get up and help, but Zhou Yamei refused, telling her to continue drinking tea.
Looking at the teacup on the coffee table, and then at Brother Li reading the newspaper over there, Mai Qinglan fell into deep thought.
Are all men the same?
"Why are you calling me?"
Li Xuewu moved the microphone away from his ear, looked at it carefully, and his expression showed some disbelief.
It's like you can see the operator through the microphone. Are you going to drag them out and have a fight with them?
"Who else can I call but you?" Zhao Yufeng said frankly, and said with a laugh, "This is also an opportunity for the group."
“Even if it’s an opportunity, you should talk to Deputy Director Cheng or Deputy Director Gao.”
Li Xuewu held a microphone in one hand and a pen in the other, continuing to approve documents without delaying either task.
"Deputy Director Cheng is in charge of industrial production and the integration of the tertiary sector, while Deputy Director Gao is in charge of economic development and industrial mergers and acquisitions."
He said with a laugh, "What's the point of you calling me? Do you think you can move the pharmaceutical factory to the steel city?"
"Let me warn you, there's no room for pharmaceutical companies to survive here. You can go to Jicheng instead."
"I'm just the matchmaker!"
Zhao Yufeng, speaking over the phone, laughed and said, "The Traditional Chinese Medicine Manufacturing Plant is an enterprise that I personally watched grow and supported. It would be a real pity to give it up like this."
Why did Zhao Yufeng call Li Xuewu?
One goal: to save the traditional Chinese medicine manufacturing plant belonging to the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
"This factory was obtained by our former hospital director through a request from higher authorities. It has always been a pillar of our hospital and was a precious asset back then."
"The more precious it was back then, the more pathetic it is now, right?"
Li Xuewu wasn't making sarcastic remarks; he was stating a fact, one that even Zhao Yufeng had to acknowledge.
"Sigh—" The person on the other end of the phone sighed and said, "Actually, they were proposing to install new equipment in 1965, but now they've suddenly collapsed."
"Firstly, it was due to poor management and policy-related losses; secondly, the higher authorities were unwilling to invest."
This is indeed true, because Li Xuewu has a good understanding of the current economic and investment environment.
To put it simply, even banks are not proactively investing, or even willing to invest.
Economic activity is extremely slow, which is contrary to the laws of economic development, but that is the reality, and there is nothing anyone can do about it.
The problems faced by Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital are not only issues of the times, but also the laws of natural evolution.
Traditional Chinese medicine hospitals rely on senior doctors, those skilled doctors with exceptional medical expertise.
But what happened...
Now that Li Xuecai has gone to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, he can even step up and show off his skills, which shows that there are no tigers in the mountains.
Of course, Li Xuecai had the opportunity to show off his skills at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital because Li Shun worked there, and also because Li Xuecai had interned at the hospital for nearly a year and already had some practical experience.
He was better than all his classmates, better in practical experience and better in family tradition.
While other students have neglected their studies terribly in recent years, he has either been studying with his father on the mountain or going down the mountain to intern at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
Zhao Yufeng's son, Zhao Xia, was ruined, but Li Xuecai's innocent and honest nature was protected by his family, and he graduated happily.
Zhao Yufeng has feelings for the brothers Li Xuewu and Li Xuecai; it stems from his memories and regret of losing his son.
Every time I see Li Xuewu, I am reminded of his caution and deep brotherly affection.
Every time I see Li Xuecai, I think about how wonderful it would have been if Zhao Xia had such a brother.
What a pity, what a pity—
What else does this pharmaceutical factory have?
Li Xuewu asked with some skepticism, "If it's a traditional Chinese medicine or decoction, I don't think the group would make the same investment again. You know, the food and drug processing plant has introduced a lot of advanced foreign equipment."
“How can those machines compare to the old workshops?” Zhao Yufeng explained earnestly, “Let me put it this way: with the same medicinal materials and the same dosage, the effect of a machine-made product is completely different from that of a human-made one. Do you believe me?”
He said very earnestly on the phone, "I don't object to Baicaotang Pharmaceutical introducing advanced technology to mass-produce inexpensive drugs, but—"
"Hmm, you mean to preserve the essence of traditional Chinese medicine techniques?"
Li Xuewu interrupted him, raising an eyebrow and asking, "So you just want to create a brand of handmade medicine?"
"I do have this idea."
Zhao Yufeng sighed with a wry smile, "Just as you said, the group is unwilling to make redundant investments."
I understand what you mean.
Li Xuewu thought for a moment and said on the phone, "I'll get back to you later."
"Then I'll wait for your good news."
Zhao Yufeng said with a smile, "Let's get together when we return to Beijing."
"A get-together is fine," Li Xuewu said, before finally asking, "Are the prescriptions from the traditional Chinese medicine manufacturing plant public or confidential? How many copies are there, and do they belong to the factory or the hospital?"
"What do you mean?"
Zhao Yufeng's question was devoid of any emotion, only a direct expression of surprise.
Li Xuewu smiled and said, "It's nothing, I was just asking, otherwise it would be difficult to talk."
"I understand, it's a secret, right?"
Zhao Yufeng sighed deeply and said, "I actually hope that these prescriptions can be made public so that more people can be saved. That would be a good deed."
"It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer students studying traditional Chinese medicine at this time."
He complained on the phone, "Students are all going to study industry, metallurgy, and engineering. Who will support the domestic medical assistance system?"
Li Xuewu ignored Zhao Yufeng's complaints. After ending the call, he thought for a moment and then called Zhang Songying.
Zhang Songying is the vice president of Hongxing Baicaotang United Pharmaceutical Corporation, the general manager of Yazi Cosmetics Sales Branch, and the deputy director of the food and drug manufacturing plant, holding multiple titles and responsibilities.
For the past six months, or even more than a year, the two have had very little contact. Li Xuewu had no time, and she had no opportunity; they were like strangers.
Hearing Li Xuewu's voice suddenly brought her a bit of surprise. If she hadn't been in the office and it wasn't so convenient to talk on the phone, she would have burst out laughing.
"Find out the situation of the pharmaceutical factory of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital and write a report for me."
Li Xuewu instructed over the phone: "It would be best if it were more detailed, as I don't know much about this."
"Did Dean Zhao ask you to plead for him?"
Zhang Songying was very knowledgeable about the connections within the group. She raised an eyebrow and said, "This project was rejected by Deputy Director Jing. There's almost no chance of it being salvaged. I advise you not to waste your energy on it."
“We can talk about that later,” Li Xuewu instructed. “You should carefully investigate how many prescriptions the pharmaceutical factory has, and how many of them are special drugs or independently produced medicines. Be thorough.”
"You mean—" Zhang Songying put away her joking tone and asked seriously, "You can get the precious prescription from the pharmaceutical factory?"
“You can give it a try, I think it’s worth it.” Li Xuewu said frankly, “I heard from Dean Zhao that the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital used to produce beauty and skin care medicines, which were contributed by a family of imperial physicians. However, they stopped producing them later. They are a treasure for you.”
"My baby only has work?"
Zhang Songying complained with a double entendre, and Li Xuewu, unable to handle it, quickly hung up after saying a few words.
Hoeing the fields at midday, how can the parched land yield its barrenness?
The traditional Chinese medicine pharmaceutical factory could not continue operating; it did not exist during the planned production era.
However, the pharmaceutical factory belongs to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, which itself is facing financial difficulties. The separation of income and expenditure means that the hospital's accounts fluctuate depending on whether the policies are favorable or unfavorable.
Economic development requires a large amount of capital investment to stimulate the market. Where does this money come from?
We have to tighten our belts and live frugally.
Li Xuewu's idea was simple: no matter who killed the project, as long as it was profitable, there was a possibility of it being revived.
Furthermore, even if this project is completely scrapped, we can still make a little profit.
Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. The group can lend a hand during the pharmaceutical factory's collapse. Even if it cannot completely solve the survival problem, it can still legitimately preserve valuable intangible assets.
Zhang Songying's recent work has focused on exploring the beauty and skincare benefits of traditional formulas, and it would be best if these could be put into production.
Even now, food and pharmaceutical manufacturers still use the cosmeceutical formulas from Gangcheng for contract manufacturing.
Watsons' orders come from mainland China, where production capacity is higher and more stable than that of pharmaceutical factories in Hong Kong.
The main raw materials for pharmaceutical factories in the port city still come from the mainland, and traditional Chinese medicine ingredients are becoming a new secret for women in the port city to maintain their youth.
Of course, for women to maintain their youth and vitality, relying solely on herbal beauty products is not enough; men need these even more to help their partners maintain their youth and vitality.
So, what exactly were those little pills that Lao Li was taking in the group's general manager's office?
(End of this chapter)