MMB Chapter 1423 looks festive
Chapter 1423 looks festive
Chapter 1423 looks festive
"What's wrong with the executive deputy director?" Li Haiyang glanced at his secretary, Xiao Chen, and said indifferently, "The secretary-general is in the metallurgical plant; he's the one who does the work."
That's absolutely right. In order to curry favor with him, Xiao Chen deliberately brought up these rumors circulating in the government offices, but he didn't expect Deputy Factory Director Li to be so clear-headed.
Not being clear-headed is not an option either; the secretary-general is like a mountain weighing on the hearts of everyone at the metallurgical plant.
The division of responsibilities meeting has ended, and the long-awaited appointment of the executive deputy factory director has finally been finalized. Everyone was surprised and had doubts, but no one could find a suitable reason to question Deputy Factory Director Yang's abilities.
Deputy Director Yang has been working in Gangcheng for three years, serving as the deputy director of the metallurgical plant (steelmaking plant).
He has been in charge of supervision, security, and production safety, and has also taken over production operations, making him a versatile member of the industrial enterprise management team.
After the secretary-general took office at the Steel City Metallurgical Plant, Deputy Director Yang did not do anything uncooperative. He may have had some attitudes during the initial adjustment period, but it was all normal.
From March to May, the metallurgical plant had a heavy workload and tasks, and Deputy Director Yang and Deputy Director Li took on the assistant work of the secretary-general.
Especially during the Secretary-General's trip back to Beijing for meetings, most of the factory's work was handled through consultations between Deputy Factory Director Yang and Deputy Factory Director Li.
At the time, people speculated that the secretary-general was magnanimous and dared to appoint Deputy Factory Director Yang.
Everyone guessed that the secretary-general's intention was to use Deputy Factory Director Yang to support Deputy Factory Director Li, to give him a boost and help him get on his feet.
To everyone's surprise, the secretary-general's preferred candidate was Deputy Factory Director Yang, with whom he had previously had a conflict.
Thinking about it, it makes sense. Deputy Factory Director Li is in charge of personnel work, so it's impossible for him to be appointed as Executive Deputy Factory Director.
Furthermore, his age, qualifications, and work performance are not convincing enough; he has only been in the steel city for a short time.
In contrast, Deputy Factory Director Yang possessed the key qualities that the other lacked, so after the relevant appointment was announced, there was discussion, but it didn't cause much of a stir.
On the contrary, Yang Zongfang specifically instructed his secretary not to be complacent.
Just as Li Haiyang said, with Li Xuewu, the group's secretary-general, overseeing the metallurgical plant, he, as the executive vice president, could only advance with the secretary-general's approval. How could he possibly compete with the secretary-general?
If his secretary dared to become arrogant and domineering, not only would Li Xuewu be angry, but he would also become the laughing stock in the factory.
Nonsense. Everyone keeps a low profile when they do things. If you act arrogantly, who else will laugh at you if not you?
Another point is that everyone's secretary should follow the example of Zhang Enyuan, the secretary-general's secretary.
You can tell a lot about a leader's character by observing their secretary's conduct. If the leader doesn't allow it, how could the secretary dare to act recklessly?
So, after the division of labor meeting, there was only a slight ripple effect below. There was no change in the deputy factory director's team, and everyone continued to work as usual.
Yang Zongfang was one of only two remaining members of the original metallurgical plant team. Wang Shuqiong and Liu Yongnian were excluded, as they had only been there for a short time. The other was Dou Changfang.
This guy was eager to show off, especially when Yin Zhongyao rushed off to the group company; he even considered stirring up some trouble.
However, he had experienced too much and witnessed Li Xuewu's methods firsthand, so he hesitated to take action and waited for good news of Yin Zhongyao's victory.
Yes, I received the message, but it gave me a fright.
After Yin Zhongyao got into trouble, Yang Shuxing was furious, but unfortunately, less than a month later, Old Yang also went to jail.
You tell me, Dou Changfang no longer has the guts to stand up and speak. He's even more obedient than Xiong Bencheng now.
Old Xiong still had some ambition. He was not convinced by Li Huaide's domineering attitude, but he could also see Li Huaide's success. He chose to avoid confrontation for the time being, but he did not cooperate with Li Huaide.
So when Li Huaide gave him a cold shoulder, he simply went to the hospital. Whenever Li Huaide had an important meeting, his secretary had to go to the hospital to beg him to come out and attend.
Of course, Li Huaide would never ask him for help; Li Haiyang used to do this job.
Whenever Li Haiyang went to ask him for help, Lao Xiong would pretend to be reserved and then come out to attend a meeting. After the meeting, he would go home to rest for a while and watch Li Huaide cause trouble.
Once Old Li got tired of him, he would go to the hospital and pretend to be a patient again, and so on, over and over again, without finding it troublesome.
Old Xiong had made up his mind. Anyway, he was about to retire, so why should he be Li Huaide's pawn?
Anyone familiar with the workplace knows that the most difficult people to deal with in government agencies are those nearing retirement.
He would drink heavily at the drop of a hat, take his thermos to the boss's office and ramble on and on for an entire afternoon, and call the boss "Little Wang" or "Little Li" without any respect for seniority.
You might think that people like that are annoying, but the leaders can't do anything about them and can only avoid them or try to appease them.
Kumamoto Naruhiro has this mentality; his only reason for still going to work is to see when Li Huaide will die.
What Li Huaide did, others might not know, but how could he not know?
The glory of Hongxing Steel Group does not represent personal glory. Just like the supervisory department, do you think working in the supervisory department is glamorous? You are very wrong.
Don't mistake the department's prestige for your own; the prestige also belongs to the head of the supervisory department.
As the general manager of Hongxing Steel Group, Li Huaide was also in a precarious position; a single wrong step could lead to utter ruin and certain death.
Kumamoto Naru is indifferent to worldly desires and just wants to watch the excitement.
Dou Changfang is no good; he still dreams of one day having power in his hands, and Li Xuewu will be nothing but a dog in his eyes.
With such intentions, look at his performance. He not only cooperates with Li Xuewu's work in every way, but also actively organizes activities in the trade union to promote the factory's good policies.
Let me put it this way: you won't find a union leader in the entire group who is more motivated than Dou Changfang.
Some people are laughing at him, saying that he's about to retire and is still working like a young man in his early twenties. What's he trying to achieve?
Yeah, what's in it for him?
Thus, Yang Zongfang, who served as the executive deputy factory director, did not become arrogant, and Li Haiyang, who seemed to be lagging behind, was not annoyed. The other deputy factory directors performed their duties. Only Dou Changfang was anxious. He was even more arrogant than Yang Zongfang and more annoyed than Li Haiyang.
The three newly arrived deputy factory-level leaders had just taken over their work and were only waiting to see what would happen when their secretary reported to them.
That's how work is; it's never-ending. The actual work only takes up 35% of their working hours.
Some people have asked, "How come it's only 35%?"
Actually, being able to achieve 35% work efficiency during working hours is considered high.
Have you ever heard the saying: "A cup of tea, a cigarette, and a newspaper to read all day"?
Stop saying there are bad people among the masses; some people even say the masses have discerning eyes.
If actual work only takes up 35% of working hours, what do you do with the remaining 65%?
Besides communication, coordination, learning, eating, drinking, traveling, and going to the toilet, there's also idle chatter.
In rural areas, it's called "talking nonsense," while in government offices it's called "holding a small meeting," or colloquially, "idling around."
With Dou Changfang as a source of amusement, everyone enjoyed the jokes and praised him for being young, promising, and hardworking.
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"Mom—I'm home!"
Fu Zhidong ran into the yard with his schoolbag on his back, pushed open the door, and excitedly shouted, "My final exam results are out!"
"Really? What score did you get?"
Zhou Yamei leaned back slightly, looked at her son in the living room from the kitchen, and asked with a smile, "Let me guess?"
"Mmm-hmm—" Fu Zhidong nodded vigorously with pride and anticipation, then stared at his mother, wanting to get an answer from her as soon as possible.
He was afraid that his mother would guess correctly, thus losing the suspense, but he was also afraid that her guess would be too low, thus losing the fun.
Zhou Yamei, of course, had to play along with her son's performance, and said in a pretentious manner, "Judging from your performance and efforts this semester, I guess it's... 195 points?"
“No—” Fu Zhidong was somewhat satisfied with this answer, which was how his mother saw him, but it wasn’t the right answer. He smiled and shook his head in denial.
Bang Geng stood at the door of his room, watching Fu Zhidong's childish behavior, his lips curling into a wide grin.
He really wanted to say: Humph! Childish—
What else could it be but childishness? When he was a child, he never took the initiative to share his final exam results with his mother. He would not let his mother know how many points he got until the last day, the last night, or the last hour.
Of course, he also never saw his mother's expression when she learned his exam scores, because he would always hide away and not go home at that time.
In other words, this wasn't the first time he had run away from home; it happened every semester at the end of the term.
With Fu Zhidong's performance, he would be looked down upon in his class. He's considered a lousy good student, what's there to brag about?
"That's... 198 points?"
Zhou Yamei certainly understood the principle of taking things step by step, and when she gave this answer, her eyes already showed a look of satisfaction and surprise.
"Wrong again! It should be 200 points!"
Fu Zhidong took out the test paper from his schoolbag, so excited that he couldn't wait for his mother to tell him the correct answer. He held it up for his mother to see, and there was a 100 written in red ink on it.
"100 points in both Chinese and Math!"
Wow! They're all 100 points!
Zhou Yamei gave a timely look of surprise and looked at her son with great admiration, which made Fu Zhidong eager for school to start right away so that he could get his mother another 200 points on the test.
I want to do ten sets of practice papers! Ten sets!
"Timid—" Banggeng finally couldn't hold back any longer, snorted disdainfully, and turned to mop the floor.
At this moment, Fu Zhidong was sensitive and turned to look at Bang Geng, asking, "Are you not convinced?"
He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Have you ever scored 200 points?"
"200 points is nothing, a piece of cake."
Bang Geng is really bold! He glared at Fu Zhidong and said, "I even scored 210 points once!"
"Oh! How did you get 210 points?"
Fu Zhidong was completely dumbfounded. He never expected that he could score 210 out of 200 points on a test paper with one subject (Chinese) and one subject (Mathematics).
Does it mean that neatness earns you ten points?
You'll get an extra 10 points for your excellent performance.
Or perhaps the questions were answered too well?
He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out, and the two 100-point test papers in his hand suddenly lost their appeal.
"Just tell me about it—"
Fu Zhidong enjoys learning, which is his most respected and liked quality by his classmates and teachers.
Now that there are people even more capable than him, he naturally wants to humbly learn from them.
Zhou Yamei had overheard their conversation from the kitchen. She wasn't annoyed by Bang Geng's bluster, but rather felt helpless about her son's naivety.
Fu Zhidong is just too naive.
"Want to get 210 points? That's easy!"
Banggeng glanced at Fu Zhidong with disdain, shrugged, and said, "I was in junior high school, and getting 210 points in six subjects was no problem at all. I could do it with my eyes closed!"
"You—" Fu Zhidong was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say next.
I got 200 points in two subjects, and you got 210 points in six subjects? What are you trying to prove?
You averaged less than 40 points per subject, and you took the test with your eyes closed? You must have written the paper with your toes!
To be honest, Banggeng's grades were actually pretty good when he was a child, after all, he was the one who ate the best in his family.
This child is well-nourished, which is why his intelligence develops early; you can tell just by how mischievous and clever he is.
When he was in the second grade of elementary school, although he didn't get a perfect score, he still got a 98 or 99.
With these grades, he's among the top students in his class, so of course he's very happy as a child.
When he took the test paper home and reported it to his mother, she wasn't very happy. She only asked him where he lost the 2 and 1 points in those two subjects and told him that if he didn't lose those 3 points next time, he would get a perfect score.
Is there anything wrong with what you said?
This is normal for adults; everyone knows that mothers are doing it for their own good, urging them to work harder.
But Bang Geng was just like Fu Zhidong back then, an 8-year-old child. What kind of judgment could he possibly have?
Having long been established as the head of the family, Bang Geng's rebellious phase came exceptionally early. He felt both frustrated and disappointed upon hearing his mother's words.
As Lu Xun once said, "When it rains, it pours; when the boat is broken, it encounters a headwind."
His mother had just finished emphasizing to him that losing those 3 points was unacceptable, and his grandmother chimed in, saying that he was very smart and that if he could score 197 this time, he could score 297 next time.
Banggeng got even angrier when he heard this. There were two exams in total, and I lost 3 points and still haven't found them. You added another hundred points to my score. Can't I just quit studying?
As a result, the young master of the Jia family, who had been praised since childhood, became averse to studying. The less he studied, the more anxious his mother became. The more anxious Qin Huairu became, the more she hit him with a stick, and the less he studied.
When they finally tried to intervene, Jia Zhangshi became even more protective of her grandson, and Bang Geng really couldn't control him anymore.
If it weren't for Li Xuewu, Banggeng would be stuck at home for a few years before going to the countryside to farm.
Look at him now, bragging and talking nonsense, he has time to tease the kids and chat idly, that's because Li Xuewu is taking care of him.
Putting everything else aside, is raising a teenager really that easy? Just feeding him is difficult enough.
With a teacher like Zhou Yamei guiding her, it's only right that Qin Huairu works like a slave for him.
Of course, the idea of being treated like a slave may have existed before, which is why we have the "bang gag" we have today.
"If you're such a braggart, why are you still on the ground?" Fu Zhidong thought for a long time before puffing out his cheeks and glaring at him. "It's so nice up there."
"Hmph—I can't stand your smug look!" Bang Geng isn't a good person either; he claims to be thirteen or fourteen, but he's practically a child.
The two of them often bickered; one was eight years old, and the other was fourteen. Do you think there was ever a moment of peace in this family?
When Li Xuewu got home, the two were still arguing about the matter, but Zhou Yamei didn't seem to care.
Having Banggeng, this rebellious guy, at home has instilled in Fu Zhidong some of the rebellious spirit that boys should have.
Zhou Yamei has always believed that boys should have some resilience and tenacity, and that fighting can be a good way to train people.
It's a pity that Fu Zhidong, who grew up at home with him, was weak and frail, and he was either reading or sitting there in a daze.
He rarely ran around the streets like other kids, but things improved a lot after Bang Geng arrived.
Li Xuewu plays with the children and takes them both for a run every morning to exercise their bodies and keep their minds active.
Fu Zhidong's biggest gain and change this semester was not those two perfect scores. In Zhou Yamei's opinion, it was that he dared to argue and quarrel with his peers.
Are boys who are afraid to take action considered good boys?
However, this is something parents shouldn't teach their children to fight. Even Li Xuewu wouldn't teach his children to fight.
It can only be his older brothers who take care of him, since Fu Zhidong doesn't have any older brothers, so this joke came at just the right time.
This kid didn't learn anything else at school, but arguing and cursing are his specialty, and he's an expert at fighting.
Although Bang Geng is only fourteen, he knows his limits and won't fight with Fu Zhidong, so Zhou Yamei has nothing to worry about.
So let them argue, how many more days can they argue?
"You're back. You must be tired."
Hearing the noise at the door, Zhou Yamei poked her head out of the kitchen and said, "The food will be ready soon."
"No rush, go change your clothes first."
Li Xuewu glanced at the two children fighting like cocks in the living room, smiled and explained, "We went on a research trip today, our clothes are dirty and we're all sweaty, a wash will make us feel better."
"Hot water is readily available, and the clothes are on the racks." Zhou Yamei meticulously instructed, "After you finish using the bath towels, hang them up to dry, don't just leave them piled up on the side."
Why has she become so talkative? Is it because she's tired of taking care of Li Xuewu?
No, Fu Zhidong's final exams were over, and it was also the time she had mentioned to Li Xuewu a long time ago that she wanted to take her son to Beijing and arrange for Fu Zhidong to transfer to the United School.
Li Xuewu didn't care about her promise to Gu Ning, but she did, and she had to keep it.
Anyone can look down on her, but she can't let Gu Ning speak ill of her; she has to be more self-aware.
Li Xuewu knew what she was thinking, so he could only let her have her way and didn't pay much attention to her instructions before she left.
Living on your own?
That would turn the house into a pigsty! He wouldn't have time to do housework. If Zhou Yamei dares to take the child away, he'll hire a nanny to take care of him.
He would never do housework; he wouldn't do it even for a day. He'd rather hire someone else to do it.
Zhou Yamei didn't seem to have made up her mind either. She definitely had to leave, but what could he do?
In fact, given Li Xuewu's status, the metallurgical plant had already arranged the best room in the guesthouse, with meticulous arrangements for his food, clothing, accommodation, and transportation, making it more comfortable than his home.
But why was he unwilling to go? Was he afraid that there would be people at the guesthouse... afraid of repeating Dong Wenxue's mistake?
That's possible. Back when Dong Wenxue was just the director of the metallurgical plant, some people were already plotting against him.
Given Li Xuewu's current status, it's entirely possible that she could sneak into his room and act like a scoundrel or even force herself on him when he's not paying attention.
She didn't trust those bitches, and she had even less faith in a man's self-control, even if his name was Li Xuewu.
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"You really don't plan to go back to live at the factory?"
It was late at night. Zhou Yamei, who had just finished tidying up, went upstairs to check on her son before returning to the master bedroom.
Li Xuewu was still reading. He was paying more attention to his studies here than he was in the capital, and he also had his own time.
Being the secretary-general of the group is like being a busy housekeeper; even when I go home, I don't have much time to read.
But it's different here. Fu Zhidong is more sensible now and won't bother him too much. As the person in charge of Liaodong Industry, his job is very important and he'll find it easier once he gets used to it.
So the books Li Xuewu has read in the past six months have piled up in a corner of his bedroom.
Some people like to build bookshelves in their studies and keep their treasured classics on high shelves, while others like to read but don't like to collect books; books are meant to be read.
Li Xuewu was the latter; even in the capital, the couple maintained the same habits.
Er Ya's regular task is to put the books from their bedroom back on the bookshelf every month.
If I don't tidy up, the books I've finished reading will pile up under the bed. Anyway, once I've finished reading them, I've already learned them and I don't need to read them again.
"Are you really planning to go back to Beijing to live?"
Li Xuewu answered Zhou Yamei's question with a question that was somewhat confrontational.
Zhou Yamei looked at him, sighed helplessly, and said, "Don't force me."
"Go back if you want. The house is ready, and the renovation has been going on for quite some time."
Li Xuewu rarely let out a sigh of relief, and looking at the pages of the book in his hand, he said, "Just tell Guodong if you need anything, and he'll arrange it for you. Buy what you need."
"You're just kidding me—"
Zhou Yamei had already wiped away her tears. She had been watching Li Xuewu's face all night, and he was clearly terrified.
Li Xuewu also breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you don't want to stay, can I force you to stay?"
“Go ahead, life in Beijing is better than in the steel city, especially for Zhidong.”
He looked up at Zhou Yamei and said, "Gu Ning said you can come and stay at his house, it's up to you."
"If you don't want to, go to her house more often. She's lonely at home all by herself, and she has no one to talk to."
"Yes, I will go see her."
Zhou Yamei lowered her head and said, "She treats me better than anyone else I can think of."
Are you reciting a tongue twister?
Li Xuewu glanced at her with amusement and asked, "Is everything arranged here?"
"Hmm, that's about it." Zhou Yamei sniffed, looked up at him, and said, "I'll try to come back every two weeks."
"Stay for fourteen days at a time?" Li Xuewu smiled and lifted her chin, saying, "Are you avoiding me?"
He returns to Beijing every two weeks for vacation, and Zhou Yamei's statement clearly indicates that she wants to avoid this situation.
Is he trying to outmaneuver him?
That's pretty trendy!
"It's not to avoid you. If I wanted to avoid you, I wouldn't have gone to the capital."
Zhou Yamei held his hand and said, "Really, I'm already very content. If I push my luck any further, I'm afraid I'll lose even what I have now."
"Don't be too good to me, otherwise I'll become even more dependent on you, and I can't help but feel greedy."
Zhou Yamei lowered her head, as if she were acting in a Qiong Yao drama, perhaps a love story set in the rain?
Li Xuewu looked at her amusedly and asked, "When did you become so sentimental?"
"In my memory, you have always been a mature, steady, and poised person."
He pointed to Zhou Yamei's eyes and said, "When Yu Zhe saw you wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he didn't dare to look you in the eye."
"Your driver is even more lecherous than you—"
Zhou Yamei's emotional defenses were completely broken by him, and she could no longer express what was on her mind.
Li Xuewu didn't want to listen to her emotional words. He didn't believe what men said, let alone women when they were emotionally agitated.
At this point, if he could coax Zhou Yamei, she would even go to heaven to pluck the moon for him.
Even if he couldn't pluck the moon from the sky, he would still be willing to do it, but he just didn't want to.
"I'm wondering what will happen to you after I'm gone," Zhou Yamei asked, looking at him. "Should I hire someone to come and do the housework?"
"Forget it, it's not safe."
Li Xuewu would never eat food prepared by someone he didn't know well; the cafeteria was a different story.
Even if there are enemies seeking revenge, they wouldn't use the entire factory's workforce to pay for it, would they?
Food cooked in a large pot won't cause any problems, but food prepared at home is not always guaranteed. What kind of relationship could Zhou Yamei possibly have with anyone who can take care of her?
Zhou Ziqiang's sister, Zhou Erya, was able to enter his house because everyone in their village, young and old, depended on him for their livelihood; killing him would bring no benefit whatsoever.
Especially after Zhang Wanhe's death, Li Xuewu took even better care of their village. A word from his second uncle in the forestry department could significantly improve their quality of life.
Li Xuewu put the book in his hand aside, looked at the worried Zhou Yamei and said, "You don't need to worry about me. I'll eat at the factory and rest when I get home."
"You don't need to worry about housework; I'll arrange for the guesthouse staff to come and take care of it."
He pointed downstairs and said, "Right now, the only thing you should be thinking about is what to do with that kid."
"Who are you talking about Bang Geng?"
Zhou Yamei widened her eyes and emphasized, "He was brought by you, so naturally he is entrusted to your care."
She's just angry that Li Xuewu decided to let Banggeng live with them without consulting her, and now she's complaining. She's not being sincere about what she's saying.
Li Xuewu could naturally see through it, and said with a smile, "He was brought by me, but you raised him, so he belongs to you."
How could you be so shameless—
Zhou Yamei chuckled and playfully punched him. The two sat there discussing their future life, much like a couple about to divorce deciding who would have custody of their children.
She found it both funny and infuriating. Bang Geng was her student, so naturally she had to take care of him, but there was no need for him to live with her.
Furthermore, Li Xuewu brought the child out, and although we don't know what promises he made to the other parents, he handed the child over to her and became a hands-off parent.
"I don't want him to stay with you."
Zhou Yamei said reproachfully, "Look at how you two live at home. Don't you both complain that I'm nagging?"
"I find you nagging, but I don't have any great jokes."
In an attempt to shift the blame, Li Xuewu even went so far as to belittle himself. He looked at Zhou Yamei and emphasized, "She's a good kid. It would be a shame if you missed out on her."
"Don't you feel guilty saying that?"
Zhou Yamei glared at Li Xuewu and said, "If I hadn't been watching over you, how would you explain this to Qin Huairu when you got back?"
"Isn't now the perfect time?"
Li Xuewu raised an eyebrow and said, "Your home isn't far from Qin Huairu's. When you see her, have a good talk with her."
"I did it so I could get credit from her?"
Zhou Yamei pushed him and said, "Move over there, I can't lie down anymore."
"Why are you lying down? Sit up here..."
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How's the car production line going?
Li Xuewu looked up at Lü Yuanshen opposite him and asked, "How much longer until production?"
"This really can't be rushed, and I can't give you a specific time."
Lu Yuanshen was definitely not making excuses on purpose. He explained seriously, "All the data needs to be adjusted, and we need to go through each process step by step. Only when everything is completely qualified can we start trial production."
"After all, it's a production line we set up ourselves. We still have some ideas on the technical side, which are about applying our past experience, so it will take some time."
He glanced at the notebook in his hand and continued his report: "But at the latest, it can't be until March of next year, so it won't delay Aries' production."
"How are the production and sales of the second-generation Antelope?" Li Xuewu nodded, agreeing with his explanation, and then asked about Steel Auto's star product.
The Red Star Antelope has become the strongest competitor to the Beijing Automotive 212.
Especially after the Tundra made a dazzling debut in the north, the pressure on the Beijing Automotive R&D team was particularly great.
Li Xuewu had already heard that some of those Tundra prototypes had ended up in the hands of Beijing Automotive Group. As for how they got there, he didn't want to waste his time investigating. He just needed to make sure that they couldn't manufacture the car.
The technological sophistication of a car is something any automaker can replicate. The key question is whether it's worthwhile to replicate; would they be willing to do something that results in losses?
"The quality feedback for the second generation of Antelope is much better than that of the first generation, especially when compared with the first generation."
Lu Yuanshen reported with a smile: "Judging from the sales data, the foundation laid by the first generation of Antelope is very solid, and the sales of the second generation reflect this quality verification."
"When the quality is significantly improved compared to the previous generation and the product has a sufficiently outstanding performance, it is only natural that the sales potential will explode."
"You seem quite confident." Li Xuewu looked at him and asked, "Director Li asked you if the second-generation Antelope could take down 212. How do you plan to answer?"
"Hehe—" Lu Yuanshen smiled helplessly and raised his hand to indicate, "Why don't you answer?"
"My answer? But we need to have a goal, right?"
Li Xuewu glanced at the documents in front of him and said, "Our Antelope is undergoing a generational upgrade, and their 212 is also constantly improving. You need to be aware of the crisis."
"I've heard that Beijing Automotive Group is making a big move this time." Lu Yuanshen nodded and said seriously, "It's impossible to say that we didn't stimulate them, but I didn't expect the emergence of the second generation of Antelope to stimulate them so much."
"It's probably due to a combination of factors." Li Xuewu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and explained, "The news from Beijing No. 2 Automobile Factory is that there was already an improvement plan for the 212, but this time the plan was brought forward. Your guess is correct."
"However, you need to be on high alert. The development of the Tundra and cruisers needs to be accelerated."
He put down his cup and gave a special reminder: "I can give you time, but your competitors won't. Director Li can't afford to lose face like that."
Is this considered a warning?
Absolutely. The first sentence was just a reminder, but the second sentence is a genuine warning.
Director Li would absolutely not allow anyone who embarrassed him to take on important responsibilities again.
For the group, steel and automobiles are of paramount importance.
As the two were talking, Zhang Jing and Sun Jia appeared at the office door. Seeing him nod, they walked in together.
"Hello, Director Lü—" the two greeted each other before turning to Li Xuewu.
Zhang Jingxian said, "The group sent a message asking us to prepare for organizational development activities. Later, the general manager's office will issue a call to action across the entire group in the name of Director Li to respond to the policy and begin the rectification and organizational development activities."
"When did this happen?" Li Xuewu's brow furrowed as he took the notice from Zhang Jing and began to read it.
Lu Yuanshen was also surprised by the news and couldn't help but observe Li Xuewu's expression.
What is he looking at?
Is this a good thing or a troublesome situation?
Fortunately, he couldn't see any change in Li Xuewu's expression, meaning he couldn't discern anything from him.
It's a miracle you didn't notice?
Of course, any changes, whether good or bad, would not be a good thing for him.
There's already a lot of business work to do, and now we have to add organizational work on top of that. Activities can't be completed in just a day or two; they also need to be integrated with business activities.
This decision wasn't actually made by Lao Li; there really is a policy from above, and it was the latest one issued.
Old Li has a keen enough sense to spot problems in time, which is why he made the decision without notifying him.
However, there is one condition: members must apply personally, undergo public review, and receive organizational approval before they can resume their organizational activities.
What was Li Huaide's call to action?
The entire group is carrying out organizational development activities. The process of (individual application, public evaluation, and organizational approval) will be conducted through job performance evaluations and public recommendations.
It has to be Lao Li. He's already mastered his three tricks and can apply them to business matters in everything he does.
What is there to worry about? The group is now united in its thinking: development is the only way forward.
On July 8th, the Hongqi Canal, which took ten years to build, was opened to traffic. Old Li even wrote an article about it, but unfortunately, his writing skills were not good enough and no newspaper was willing to publish it.
Now that's good enough, if they can't write big articles about the outside world, can't they at least write about their own family matters?
Li Xuewu could clearly see that Lao Li's article still showed some signs of being ghostwritten.
"I understand about this. Let's make preparations and see if the group has any unified arrangements."
He put the document aside, looked at Zhang Jing and instructed him, "Send the document to the heads of the group's industrial enterprises in Liaodong and inform them."
While saying this, Li Xuewu also pointed to Lü Yuanshen, who was looking at the document across from him.
Zhang Jing nodded, accepted the task, and left.
When Sun Jia saw the leader looking at him, he took the initiative to report: "The No. 2 furnace has completed the ignition test, and the workshop is preparing to smelt the first batch of steel. We are asking if you have any special arrangements."
"What special arrangements?" Li Xuewu picked up his teacup and looked at Sun Jia, asking, "Should I find a fortune teller to calculate their birth charts? Or should I determine an auspicious date?"
"Pfft—" Lu Yuanshen, who was reading the documents, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
This is the Li Xuewu he remembers; he can roast people so hard they'll hit the nail on the head.
Li Xuewu waved his hand and said, "Alright, tell the workshop there are no other arrangements. We've been working on the technical upgrades for so long, and I've participated in the ignition ceremony at least three times. Stop with the nonsense. Let's pick out a piece of the first batch of steel and store it in the company culture exhibition hall."
Sun Jia also found what the leader said amusing, and said with a smile, "I would suggest they set off a string of firecrackers, which would also boost morale and look festive."
"Old Yuan and his guys still have gas cylinder firecrackers, want to fire one?"
Li Xuewu smirked, glanced at Sun Jia, and said, "I'm telling you to stop doing useless things. This is a friendly remark, not meant to dampen your enthusiasm for work."
"The situation isn't as good as you think."
Lu Yuanshen looked at Sun Jia and reminded her, "It's a good thing that the Secretary-General asked you to keep a low profile."
"I understand, thank you, Director Lü."
Sun Jia also felt a little embarrassed; he had misunderstood and completely forgotten about the cloud above his head.
"Please ask Gangfei how the feasibility study is going and when the report will be ready."
Li Xuewu nodded to Sun Jia and said, "Tell Gangfei that I need not only the feasibility study report, but also the production facility construction report. Go ahead."
After chasing Sun Jia away, he turned to Lü Yuanshen and said, "Contact Shen Fei's side. Zhang Enyuan has their contact information; it's Wang Xin's."
"The deputy director of Shenyang Aircraft Corporation?" Lü Yuanshen seemed to know something about the situation and asked proactively, "Does he need our vehicle?"
"Go and talk to them in the official car."
Li Xuewu raised his chin and said, "We are currently studying cooperation on parts production and experimental project manufacturing, but we can't reach an agreement yet. You steel and automobile companies can go and test the waters first."
"It's alright, we can still be friendly even if the deal falls through." Seeing Lü Yuanshen's hesitant expression, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, this won't count as part of your mission."
"It's not that I'm afraid of the mission."
Lu Yuanshen smiled wryly and said, "After the sales headquarters summarized the sales-related business, they have reminded us not to participate in sales expansion work anymore."
"Who the hell said that?" Li Xuewu frowned and looked at Lü Yuanshen, asking, "Did Zhuang Cangshu say it? Or did Shao Baosheng say it?"
Zhuang Cangshu is the general manager of the sales company of Hongxing Steel Group, and Shao Baosheng is the general manager of the automobile sales branch of the group's sales company.
After asking Lü Yuanshen a question, Li Xuewu took the phone and directly asked for the group's sales headquarters.
Lu Yuanshen also felt awkward, as if he had deliberately come to the secretary-general to complain.
Actually, it doesn't matter who does the sales work; it's a job, so it doesn't matter who does it.
After the sales headquarters is established, it will take over the sales work of each enterprise so that industrial enterprises can focus entirely on production.
However, this is from a management perspective. From a business perspective, production cannot be separated from sales, and sales cannot be separated from production.
Li Xuewu's demand was that the sales rights of steel and automobiles belong to the sales headquarters, including allocation, pricing, and service, which was beyond question.
But he never said that steel companies are not allowed to expand their channels or cooperate in production and sales. Now that the two upstream and downstream units are fighting their own battles, how can he be happy?
He didn't care about Lü Yuanshen's thoughts. As soon as the call to the sales headquarters was connected, Li Xuewu heard Zhuang Cangshu's voice and asked, "It's been half a year. How are the car sales targets being met?"
Zhuang Cangshu was startled by the red telephone that suddenly popped up, and even more stunned by the secretary-general's seemingly unrelated questions. How could he possibly answer?
He answered truthfully, "Sales declined in the first half of the year due to the replacement of the Antelope model..."
"Everything's already declining, and you're still making shows?" Li Xuewu frowned and questioned, "Who said steel and automobile companies aren't allowed to do channel sales? How did I emphasize that in the meeting? Are you trying to evade my point?"
“I didn’t say that, Secretary General.”
Zhuang Cangshu reacted instantly and hurriedly explained, "Please give me some time, I will definitely..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.
The secretary-general was very angry, and the consequences were severe.
(End of this chapter)