Siheyuan diet for men and women

Chapter 1279 Am I a good person?

"Actually, you shouldn't be fine."

Ji Weidong took a puff of his cigarette, raised his eyebrows and said, "My mother couldn't save face, so she pulled the strings."

“It’s okay, I’m used to it.

Li Xuewu raised his head and glanced at the pedestrians on the street, and said nonchalantly: "There will be more such things in the future."

After talking with Fu Caining, Ji Weidong sent him downstairs, and the two of them stood on the street and started chatting.

Without laughter and playfulness, there was a sense of distance in the conversation.

It is inevitable that anyone who encounters this situation will have some resentment in their heart, and Ji Weidong also saw that Li Xuewu was unhappy.

Although he just said that Li Xuewu could refuse his mother's matchmaking, it was just a matter of personal relationships.

In terms of closeness, his personal relationship with Li Xuewu is closer.

However, Li Xuewu also knew that if he could ask for a favor from Fu Caining and it was difficult to refuse, then the person must need his protection and support, otherwise Fu Caining would not have come to talk to him.

Since Fu Caining didn't say in front of him that she could refuse, he had no room to refuse this matter.

Ji Weidong was in a difficult situation. He couldn't say bad things about his mother in front of his friends, and he couldn't persuade his friends for his mother.

His friendship with Li Xuewu must be more valuable than any favors. At least he has never agreed to any request from Li Xuewu.

The two stood there, and no one spoke for a long time.

It's not embarrassing, but worse than embarrassing.

Li Xuewu could also see Ji Weidong's embarrassment, so he smiled and asked, "You seem to be so idle, are you done with your work?"

"Yes, I came back just for this matter." Ji Weidong glanced at him and explained, "The bureau attaches great importance to people like Art, and hopes that I will keep a closer eye on them, just in case I gain something."

After revealing a little bit about the work, he looked at Li Xuewu again and asked, "What happened just now...if it's difficult, just find a reason to turn it down. Anyway, my mother will be back to Hong Kong City in a few days."

"That's not good—" Li Xuewu smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's okay, junk can be exchanged for money, right?"

Li Xuewu's embarrassment was not pretended. He really didn't want to take such a troublesome job.

However, the Beijing Automobile Factory's disposal of heavy assets and pursuit of industrial upgrading also gave the Red Star Factory an opportunity to intervene in production standards.

The passenger car and some parts specialized factories are not very interesting to the Red Star Factory, they are like chicken ribs.

But just as Li Xuewu mentioned to Fu Caining, junk is worthless and the price is decided by the Red Star Factory.

"Are you waiting for Mr. Fu to go back to Hong Kong together?"

Li Xuewu leaned his hands on the railing and glanced at the Volga M24 parked across the street. Nie Xiaoguang was smoking and chatting.

Of course he was not the driver, the driver was still Han Jiankun.

It was just a rare opportunity for Li Xuewu to go out, so Han Jiankun took him for practical training and taught him some necessary knowledge.

But Nie Xiaoguang was like a hairy rabbit. He couldn't sit still in the car. He squatted on the street and smoked a cigarette, and occasionally annoyed Han Jiankun.

Wang Xiaoqin spent more and more time at the Red Star Factory, and car allocation became a problem that needed to be solved urgently.

Although she had a 212 in the Weisan Regiment, she had to come to the Red Star Factory frequently, which was troublesome for her and the driver as well.

Fortunately, after Han Jiankun took office a few days ago, the command vehicle was returned to the security team as Wang Xiaoqin's vehicle.

Li Xuewu used the Volga that Li Huaide replaced for commuting to get off work and daily travel.

It was an imported car that had only been used for over a year. It was not suitable for other deputy directors, and even less suitable for his subordinates, so he used it.

"Han Yating is annoying me to death. She doesn't allow me to go to his workplace during the day," Ji Weidong said boredly. "My son doesn't follow me either. We see grandma and grandpa every day. We have nothing to say to each other."

He glanced at Li Xuewu sideways in the afternoon sun and said, "I'm almost tired of being idle for just a little while."

"The reason I waited for my mother was because she could take a special plane back to Hong Kong. I had to buy my own ticket and wait, and there might not be a flight available for a week or two."

"Direct flight to Hong Kong? That's really worth waiting for," Li Xuewu nodded and said, "I took a train to Guangzhou once, and it was really..."

"I will never take a train to Guangzhou again in my life," Ji Weidong nodded and agreed, "It's enough to be an idiot once. Our leader has been making fun of me for more than half a year. He is really mean."

“Does Shunfeng Ocean have a lot of business?”

The two chatted for a while, and Li Xuewu became concerned about the business in Gangcheng.

Ji Weidong nodded, stared at the girl in a skirt walking by on the street and said, "It's developing very fast. I should say that Hong Kong City is developing very fast."

After being glared at by the girl, Ji Weidong smiled indifferently, turned to look at Li Xuewu and said: "You can't imagine how much the throughput of Port-au-Prince has increased in just three years, and this is still an economic crisis."

"I am impressed by your vision."

He turned around and stared at a girl in a black and white polka dot shirt, smacking his lips and saying, "Building a port in Yingcheng will connect Tianjin, and also run through Gangcheng, Fengcheng and other places."

The girl in the polka-dot shirt was a little afraid of his gangster look, so she walked past him cautiously with her head down, not daring to provoke his wanton look.

"As long as Yingcheng Port is built and connects Tianjin and Port-au-Prince, the journey will be smooth sailing," he said, patting the railing in annoyance as he watched the girl walk over. "Container ships will definitely be the future shipping trend."

"As long as this route is well-established, we can go to Northeast Asia, Southeast Asia, North America, South America, France and Italy."

Ji Weidong's eyes were like searchlights, scanning the streets. Whenever a young girl or a young wife passed by, he would stare at her and look at her carefully.

It is said that there are hooks in lovers' eyes, but at this moment Ji Weidong's eyes have sticks, and he will poke anyone he catches.

"We have ordered three 15,000-ton container ships," Li Xuewu ignored him and leaned his elbows on the railing and asked, "Do you want to order more?"

"Order, keep ordering, you must order."

Ji Weidong found another target, and what he was talking about didn't seem to be about booking a ship, but rather it seemed like he was blowing the charge.

However, he still remembered that this was the mainland, not the glamorous world of Hong Kong. Although his eyes were unbridled, his body was still very honest.

"Shunfeng Ocean Shipping's business is far from saturated," he explained. "Those old guys in Hong Kong are renting and buying ships all over the world. They must have a positive attitude and confidence in the future of the shipping industry. I have the same attitude."

"Not only do we need to order ships, we also need to order large ships," he turned to look at Li Xuewu and said seriously, "15,000 tons will be the basis in the future."

"Boasting also requires tax," Li Xuewu reminded with a smile, "With Yingcheng's shipbuilding capacity, orders placed now can be fully delivered by September at the latest. I don't think you will place an order by then."

"What about next time I book a boat?"

Ji Weidong stared into Li Xuewu's eyes as if calling out a number and said, "Next time, even 15,000 won't do. I'll order 20,000 or 30,000. I'm afraid you won't be able to make it."

“If children can build it, why can’t we build a boat?”

Li Xuewu glanced at him with amusement and said, "Don't worry, we can build a 50,000-ton container ship."

"Sentaya Group? Or Andrew's Jilixing?"

Ji Weidong looked at him and asked, "You didn't really sleep with that bitch Chantal, did you? Why is she so open with you?"

“If you say you didn’t sleep with her, then you slept with Andrew!”

This bad boy had no moral integrity at all and teased Li Xuewu, "I heard that Italians are good at playing games, and they are no worse than the French."

"Are you still feeling inferior because of your appearance?" Li Xuewu's words became more venomous. He said with a smile, "The ship orders in the second half of the year will be less than 3 tons. If you dare to come back, I will break your legs."

"The ship orders for the second half of the year will be more than 3 tons. Ask Zhou Miaomiao, who I met at the club stadium, to come out for me."

Ji Weidong was really hungry, staring at Li Xuewu and said, "Don't tell me she is a good woman, a traditional person. My eyes can see through X-rays."

Without waiting for Li Xuewu to refuse, he patted the railing, turned around and said, "You don't know that the shipping industry all over the world is looking at the port city. This is a barometer."

"We have the convenience of the port, so no matter how many ships we have, it will not be enough. Let alone 30,000 tons, if I had the money, I would dare to order a 300,000-ton cargo ship."

He turned back, looked at Li Xuewu and said fiercely: "The current situation is that the winner is the king, whoever has the ability will eat. Those old bastards rent and order ships all over the world, but none of them can compare to my booking cost."

“That’s my advantage—”

For the first time, Ji Weidong showed his domineering attitude in front of Li Xuewu, and said as if he was pointing out a country: "Not only should we order large ships, but we should also expand Prince Port."

"When the time comes, it will be like the clear skies of August on the Yangtze River, with thousands of sails sailing lightly with the wind."

"Then I wish you great success in soaring up to the sky," Li Xuewu smiled and stood up straight, saying, "Let more people see the giant ships of Yingcheng Shipyard, and let more people enjoy the benefits of Red Star Industry."

"Hey, can we please stop talking like that?"

Ji Weidong picked his ears sensitively, glanced at Li Xuewu with disdain, and said, "We're just chatting for a while, but you're showing off your knowledge to me?"

"Haha, you are such a dog!"

Li Xuewu turned around, leaned on the railing, crossed his arms and asked, "Isn't Mr. Fu's work finished yet? You've been back for quite a few days, right?"

"Alas - you don't know how busy my mother is right now, and how much she is bothered by those trivial matters," Ji Weidong shook his head and looked at Li Xuewu and said, "You know, my mother's unit is also responsible for external procurement."

“Hmm…” Li Xuewu raised his eyebrows, nodded in understanding, and asked, “It’s just shopping, what’s so annoying about it?”

"Haha, if only it were that simple."

Ji Weidong whispered, "Do you know what those people want?"

"Swimming pool equipment, tennis court equipment, all kinds of foreign decoration materials, high-end goods... and foreign movies!"

He glared and said harshly, "Those are all copyrighted. I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on a movie just to watch some Jiba art. Fuck!"

"I seriously doubt whether they understand the art of film, or they are simply afraid to go out and rely on this thing to watch the world behind closed doors."

Ji Weidong was a bit of an angry young man, and he muttered to Li Xuewu, "You don't know, he only eats the egg whites when he eats eggs, not even a yolk, he only eats half a pound of chicken, he cuts off the head and tail of fish, he only eats male crabs and not female crabs, he purees spinach, he removes the tendons from celery, and he cuts off the heads and tails of mung bean sprouts."

"That person is very particular about health supplements. He likes to take imported protein powder, which costs dozens of dollars a barrel. Haha——"

He raised an eyebrow at Li Xuewu and said, "That person heard that tea has health benefits. Guess what ridiculous thing she did?"

"On a whim, I want to plant Longjing in the yard myself! Spit——"

Ji Weidong spat and whispered, "We used four transport planes to transport the best old tea trees from Qiantang, and even built a greenhouse for the tea trees in winter to prevent them from freezing to death, but what was the result?"

"Haha, even a fool would know that it would fail. Within a year, all the tea trees withered. But she asked someone to transport the tea trees back to Qiantang by plane."

"Just tell me, is she free?" Ji Weidong said in a grumble: "I think I'm a complete jerk, but she's even more..."

"Of course, it's always like this at this time."

After saying a lot, he felt it was boring, and said with his head down: "I want high-end watches, high-end furniture and home appliances, and the TV has to be the biggest and best. Anything less will not do."

“Even fishing rods and car horns have to be imported.”

He turned to look at Li Xuewu and said, "The one I just mentioned likes Parisian fashion items. A set of wigs costs 4,500 francs, not to mention expensive photographic equipment and film, as well as a Mercedes-Benz car."

"Haha..." He seemed to have thought of something, and looking at Li Xuewu's calm face, he smiled and whispered, "The appliances I bought for you last time were actually from someone else. I bought two sets of the same appliance, and I gave one to you. Am I being nice?"

"You are so fucking nice!"

Li Xuewu bit his back teeth and nodded, then supported himself on the railing and made a signature "Dongguan boy" jump, then walked to the other side.

Just then, two policemen walked over, followed by a timid girl in a black and white polka dot shirt.

The police saw Li Xuewu climbing over the railing and were about to ask him to stop, but they also discovered that he was walking towards the luxury car opposite.

The two men looked at each other, silently stopped what they were about to say, and turned to stare at the suspicious man who was standing by the railing, lazily scanning the street scene with a presumptuous look.

"Comrade police, it's him!"

The timid girl, relying on someone’s support, pointed at Ji Weidong and said, “At first glance, he doesn’t look like a good person. That person knows him.”

She pointed at Li Xuewu who had already walked across the street and said, "I just saw the two of them talking and laughing. They probably aren't good people either."

The two policemen raised their eyebrows, without looking at each other, and ignored the second half of the girl's words, and also became more alert in their hearts.

If someone can chat and laugh with people riding in luxury cars, how can he be an ordinary person?

The two men took a look at the suspicious man's clothes. He was dressed very fashionably and looked like a young man from a wealthy family, which was rare in that period.

"Hello, comrade." The two men walked up to Ji Weidong with the girl, saluted and asked, "Please show me your work ID."

"What? Why do you want to see my ID?"

Ji Weidong was just eyeing Li Xuewu who was about to get on the car, but was interrupted by a voice beside him. He turned around suddenly, only to find that the situation was a little serious.

The two policemen were really polite. They held him on both sides and reminded him, "This female comrade said you are a hooligan here. If you can't produce any documents to prove your identity, then come with us."

"Who is being a hooligan?"

Ji Weidong glared at the girl who was glaring at him, and said with a curled mouth: "Are you looking for the police?"

He pretended to be serious and threatened: "What did I do to you? Did I touch you or kiss you? If you don't tell me clearly, I will sue you for defamation!"

"You! You are just a hooligan!"

The girl was also very straightforward. She pointed at Ji Weidong and shouted, "The two police officers saw it just now. That was not a good look from you—"

"Haha, am I acting like a hooligan just by looking at you?"

Ji Weidong said with a smile: "Then let me see if the two police comrades are also being rude to them, or are you not allowed to be seen by others?"

"You-you are talking nonsense!"

The girl was too shy. It was the first time she had seen such a shameless hooligan. He was caught in the act by the police and she, but he was still quibbling!

"Be honest!" Seeing the girl crying, the two policemen frowned and looked at Ji Weidong and scolded, "Report your name and home address."

"Li Xuewu! Come here——"

Ji Weidong was too lazy to pay attention to them. He called out to Li Xuewu who was standing by the car watching the fun: "This is your territory, why don't you take care of it?"

Li Xuewu was really mean. He smiled and waved his hand, turned around, opened the car door and got in. He also slapped Nie Xiaoguang who came over to watch the fun.

The two policemen also noticed something. They looked at Ji Weidong, then looked at the car slowly starting to drive away across the street, and turned to look at each other.

"Comrade, please provide the necessary identification now," the older police officer said seriously, "or report your name and home address."

"Sure, you can do it, Li Xuewu!"

Ji Weidong gritted his teeth and stared at the direction where the car left, muttering: "Just wait and see, I will take this place back!"

As he pulled out his ID from his pocket, he looked at the two policemen and asked, "Didn't you see the guy who just passed by?"

"He jumped over the railing. Aren't you going to catch him?"

Ji Weidong said angrily, "You didn't just turn a blind eye when you saw him getting on the limousine, right? If so, I'm going to cause trouble for you guys."

The older police officer took the ID card with a rare seal, carefully opened it and examined it, and even compared it with Ji Weidong's own.

"Look, look casually, look carefully."

Ji Weidong was still in his nonchalant manner. He shook his chin as he looked at the girl in the black and white polka dot shirt and asked indignantly, "Have you ever seen such a handsome and elegant gangster?"

The girl also noticed something was wrong. The two police officers looked at the document for a long time, and their faces and eyes changed.

She looked at the policeman nervously and fearfully, but she didn't dare to meet the gaze of the nasty hooligan who was muttering in front of her. His eyes were so scary.

"Comrade, I think this is a misunderstanding."

The old police officer was experienced. He closed the certificate in his hand without leaving any trace, handed it back to Ji Weidong, looked at the girl and said, "You are not hurt, are you?"

"No—but—"

The girl seemed to understand something. She stole a glance at the bad man who was staring at her and said, "I clearly saw him looking at people with that kind of eyes, and..."

She raised her head, looked at the two policemen and said, "You saw him when you came over just now. He was looking around. He is not a good person."

"Haha, looking around is not a good person," Ji Weidong rolled his eyes, turned to look at the two police officers and asked, "Can I sue her for defamation?"

"In principle, it's possible," the old policeman gritted his teeth. He knew he was in trouble today, but he still patiently explained, "But any citizen has the responsibility and obligation to report suspicious individuals, don't you agree?"

"Besides, we just checked your ID and it didn't affect you in any way. I don't think it's necessary for a cadre like you to confront her, right?"

The old policeman knew that he couldn't afford to offend Ji Weidong, but he still reminded him subtly that if things got out of hand, it would be bad for everyone.

To be honest, if they hadn't carefully checked the ID and confirmed that it was the person himself, they both felt that the man's eyes were really rude when he came over just now.

"Okay, I won't hold her responsible."

Ji Weidong shook his ID, raised his eyebrows and said, "But you have to punish the bastard who just jumped over the railing here. It would be best if he was detained for 15 days."

"Stop it. Jumping over the railing will only result in a fine and a warning," the young police officer said with a wry smile. "Everyone is busy at work. There's no need to do this, right?"

"I'm so sorry—"

Ji Weidong turned to look at the girl and said, "You have to report your name, address and workplace to these two police comrades, so that I won't be unable to find you when I want to sue you for defamation."

"Then please tell me the identity of the man just now." The old policeman's patience was almost exhausted, but he still said calmly: "I will find him and criticize and educate him for climbing over the railing."

"Very good!" Ji Weidong looked at the two of them and said, "His name is Li Xuewu. He used to be the deputy director of the Public Security Department of your branch. Now he is the first deputy political commissar and deputy commander of the Wei San Regiment."

"He is also the secretary general of the Red Star Factory outside Dongzhimen. He should be back at the factory now. Go and catch him. We can catch him if we catch him!"

He looked at the stunned girl in the dotted shirt with excitement and said, "Look, I also reported the bad guys. Am I a good person?"

Two policemen: I bought a watch last year!

"Are you really friends with that person?"

Nie Xiaoguang was sitting in the passenger seat. The car drove for a long time, but he couldn't help but turn back and ask this question.

Li Xuewu closed his eyes and rested, and snorted through his nose. It was unclear whether it was a response to his words or an unintentional hum.

Han Jiankun was driving the car and stared at the co-pilot with a bit of annoyance. He had taught this kid several times, but why was he just not listening?
It has been said that drivers should train themselves to be mute, not asking questions that should not be asked and not saying things that should not be said. Why do you talk so much nonsense?

But Nie Xiaoguang is only eighteen, and at this age he is still at the stage where people dislike dogs and don't like him, so it's not surprising that he is so irritable.

As if he had heard Li Xuewu's answer, Nie Xiaoguang continued to ask: "Then why did you watch him die without helping him?"

He heard Li Xuewu's snort, but did not see Master Han's death stare.

If Li Xuewu hadn't been in the car, Han Jiankun would have stopped the car on the side of the road, dragged Nie Xiaoguang out and beat him up.

"First of all, he's not dead," Li Xuewu was patient and answered the curious baby's question, "Secondly, this is just a joke between friends."

"Is this how you guys joke around, friends?"

Nie Xiaoguang looked at Li Xuewu in surprise, grinned and whispered, "This is the first time I've heard of someone joking when being checked by the police."

"Will you shut up?"

Han Jiankun finally couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and glared at him, and reminded him harshly: "You don't want me to throw you out of the car and run back to the factory by yourself, do you?"

"Okay, okay, you are the master!"

Nie Xiaoguang knew how to give in in time. He raised his hands in surrender and made a zipper motion with his mouth.

But before Han Jiankun could catch his breath and turn around to continue driving, he turned on the car radio.

Just as Han Jiankun was gritting his teeth, the kid recklessly tuned into the Red Star Radio program.

Nie Xiaoguang looked at his master and smiled slightly. His eyes seemed to be saying: Okay, I won’t speak, but it should be okay for it to speak, right?

To be honest, Han Jiankun had never encountered such a character before, and the two had similar backgrounds.

One is the son of an engineer and the other is the son of a deputy factory director.

He also heard about the misfortune of Nie Xiaoguang's father. At first he felt sympathy for him, thinking it was rare for a young man to lay down his knife and turn over a new leaf.

Since Li Xuewu chose Nie Xiaoguang as his driver, he would do his best to teach him and train him to become a qualified driver as soon as possible.

A prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold, but who would have thought that this kid learns to drive very quickly, but his personality is really hard to deal with.

You have no idea what kind of trouble he can get into. If you're not careful, he can come up with something new right under your nose.

Having followed Li Xuewu for more than two years, he has never gotten out of the car to pry into his leader's privacy, nor has he listened to the radio when his leader was closing his eyes and thinking about something.

As a result, this guy did it all!

What the leader must be thinking is not that this kid is a bastard, but that he did not teach him well.

Han Jiankun's back teeth were about to break, and a hundred and eighty thoughts of killing him popped up in his mind.

"Good afternoon, everyone. This is the Red Star United Industrial Radio's "Red Flag Flying" program. I am the host, Guli Aisha..."

"I really like the sound I hear," Nie Xiaoguang said to Han Jiankun in a sly tone, "It's very soft, like blowing air into your ears."

Han Jiankun glanced at him, pointed in the direction of the back seat behind him, and reminded him softly: "The leader is resting, are you listening to the radio?"

"Who said that? The leader was talking just now—" Nie Xiaoguang looked back at Li Xuewu and asked softly, "Leader, you fell asleep..."

Before he could finish his question, Han Jiankun pulled him back by the collar and hit him with a stick.

This is really a living father! Let me remind you, do you really dare to ask the leader?

Even if the leader is really asleep, your question will wake him up!

Nie Xiaoguang didn't know why he was hit like this and stared at his master in a daze.

But Han Jiankun was trying to calm down at the moment, fearing that his anger would affect his driving skills, which would in turn disturb the rest of the leader in the back seat.

It’s just… this kid seems to have influenced the leader just now.

He turned his head and stared at Nie Xiaoguang. He shook his mouth but didn't say anything, but his eyes had already told the other party, I will deal with you when I return to the factory.

Nie Xiaoguang muttered somewhat angrily, "I think it's better to rest by listening to her voice."

Han Jiankun was speechless. Where did the leader find this material? Was he doing this to train him on purpose?
Do you think he is going to move into a management position and will have to meet all kinds of assholes like this in the future, so he has to get through this hurdle?
If this is the understanding, then the leader is really painstaking, after all, this kind of stuff is really hard to find!

Li Xuewu in the back seat could hardly hold back his laughter. Han Jiankun had been his driver for more than two years, and he had never spoken as much in the car as he did today.

Moreover, it was the first time he saw Han Jiankun losing his composure. He even tolerated a character like Qin Jingru.

It was not surprising that Guli Aisha became the host of the radio station's cultural and artistic programs. Although he did not nod his head, nor did he make any deliberate arrangements, Zhou Miaomiao had already understood and judged his intentions, and recommended her together with Yu Haitang.

Do you want to ask why Zhou Miaomiao has such a great reputation with Yu Haitang?
Of course there were. Without mentioning Director Li's relationship, just talking about herself, she was also a deputy chief clerk working in the commission office and the economic group.

On weekdays, I come into contact with leaders and participate in key tasks.

The reason why Yu Haitang has reached her current position is not because of her voice, but because of her lively mind.

No matter what the reason was for Zhou Miaomiao's recommendation, as long as Guli Aisha's voice and basic skills were acceptable, she was willing to train her.

Why bother about so many twists and turns behind the scenes? Once the person is with her, you will know sooner or later who the person is and whose favors he has.

But to be honest, the dancers trained at the Nationalities College actually have basic singing skills, so they are really suitable for doing literary and artistic broadcasting.

Just as Nie Xiaoguang said, when Guli Aisha sat in the studio, her voice became softer, like the warm sunshine in an April afternoon.

At least it's softer than Yu Haitang's voice. Their voices and emotions are not of the same type.

When Yu Haitang speaks or makes announcements, he habitually uses the current mainstream passionate and heroic tone. There is no problem with news broadcasts or interview broadcasts, but when it comes to literary broadcasts...

It's like Zhang Fei holding an embroidery needle and embroidering in front of you, and pinching his fingers to scratch the hair beside his ears, and calling you "sir", would you dare to agree?

Of course, Guli Aisha’s voice was not as obscene as Nie Xiaoguang said. It was bullshit that someone was blowing into her ears.

This is the psychological fantasy of the young boy Mu Ai. He combines what he hears and what he imagines to be the kind of person the host is.

In the future, the faces you see on people may not necessarily have their true appearance, and you may not even know if they are human or not, let alone now.

I can only say that this guy is horny.
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"Hello, Director Li, we meet again."

As soon as Deputy Director Lu of Liaodong got out of the car, he shook hands with Li Huaide who greeted him and said with a smile: "I have always wanted to visit the Red Star Factory. This time I finally got my wish. Thank you for your invitation."

"You are too polite," Li Huaide said, shaking his hand with a smile, "It is a great honor for the Red Star Factory to have you as a guest."

"Hahaha--"

The two men held hands and laughed out loud, and introduced their comrades who came with them to each other.

Li Huaide first shook hands with the other party to express his welcome, and then Deputy Director Lu shook hands and greeted the group of people from the Red Star Factory who came to greet him.

Seeing Li Xuewu, he was naturally familiar with him, and said politely with a smile: "Thank you Secretary-General Li for your work, which made this meeting possible so quickly."

"I only did a little bit," Li Xuewu said politely, holding up his hand with his other hand, "It's your enthusiasm for work that has infected me."

"Hahaha--"

It can be seen that Lu Qiming was very happy. Li Huaide, the director of the Red Star Factory Management Committee, was standing there to greet him personally. The deputy director in charge of economy was also there. It can be said that he was given full face.

And very appropriate to the occasion, there was a banner with red background and yellow letters in front of the lobby of the guesthouse, which read "Welcome comrades from Liaodong Province".

Compared with black text on a white background, this banner is much more pleasing to the eye.

Details reveal one's attitude. At least he could see that the Red Star Factory had put a lot of thought into welcoming him.

The two parties entered the lobby together and, under the guidance of the service staff, came to the small conference room on the second floor, which had been arranged as a reception room.

After exchanging pleasantries, they sat down and the publicity staff of both sides quickly took pictures to capture the main angles of their respective leaders and make follow-up records.

In less than three minutes, the photographer retreated to a position near the door, where there were prepared chairs for them to rest.

There will still be photography work to be done in the middle and at the end.

"To be honest, I came here just to discuss cooperation."

Lu Qiming said calmly, "I heard from Beijing about the meeting. I told Director Zhang that I was going to attend the meeting because I wanted to come to the Red Star Factory to sit down and chat and see if there are any difficulties in the cooperation."

As he said these words, he also raised his hand to signal the heads of industries in Fengcheng, Gangcheng and Yingcheng who were accompanying him.

Needless to say, their attitude was very sincere. They were determined to gain Liaodong by continuing to invest in industry and mining at the Red Star Factory and by promoting the Yingcheng Port.

Li Huaide was well prepared. His speech was polite yet a little reserved, and he expressed the Red Star Factory's current cooperation demands in a rather subtle way.

Lu Qiming listened very carefully. After Li Huaide finished speaking, he also asked the industrial leaders of the three regions on the spot and expressed his own opinion.

After the leaders of both sides communicated and held talks, Li Huaide also expressed his position and asked the on-site staff to introduce the relevant situation of the project.

According to prior preparation and with the help of colleagues, Zhou Miaomiao used information display boards to introduce the Red Star Factory's goals for the construction of the industrial corridor, the planning of Yingcheng Port, and the intentions and actual needs of mineral development to the visiting main leaders of Liaodong Industry.

This is somewhat different from the coal development originally proposed by Liaodong, including the development of existing rare mineral resources. The Red Star Factory requires more and more stringent requirements.

But Lu Qiming could also see that the Red Star Factory was truly committed to industry and mineral development, and its capital investment was real, not empty talk.

In particular, the technology of the Santaya Group was introduced, the capital strength of the bank was connected, and corporate mergers and transformations were carried out with the management of the Red Star Factory as the core.

To put it more bluntly, the actual benefits of Red Star Factory's actions fell on Liaodong, and it also promoted the development of Liaodong's industry, economy and taxation.

After a brief communication, both parties agreed to conduct further negotiations and research on the development plan currently proposed by the Red Star Factory.

These include the land, manpower, transportation and other resources involved in the construction of the industrial corridor, the land, ocean, management and other resources involved in the construction of the Yingcheng Port Area, as well as land, mergers and restructuring issues involved in mineral development.

Lu Qiming called on the industrial leaders of the three locations on the spot, asked for their opinions and suggestions, and exchanged views with Li Huaide.

Finally, the plan was formed to carry out and promote the project negotiations and implementation as soon as possible. Lu Qiming also once again invited comrades from the Red Star Factory to go to Liaodong to conduct on-site inspections and research on industrial and mining enterprises to make further preparations for the negotiations.

Hongxing Factory also agreed with this opinion and expressed its intention to advance the negotiation process involving Zhongrun, Wufenghang, Santaya Group and several banks as soon as possible.

The truth is that the layout of the Red Star Factory this time is a bit large, starting from Yingcheng and extending all the way to Fengcheng.

Judging from the current scale, if the project is completed within three years, this industrial corridor will bring at least hundreds of millions of yuan in output value growth to Liaodong.

In those days, a few hundred million was a lot for a province, but it did not have the industrial economic scale of hundreds of billions or even trillions of dollars like in later generations.

"We won't have dinner," Lu Qiming said politely as he walked out of the hall in response to Li Xuewu's cordial invitation, "When you and Director Li come to Liaodong again, I will prepare a banquet and entertain you warmly."

“The food in Liaodong is not as rich as that in Beijing, but it is also better in quality.”

Before getting in the car, he shook Li Huaide's hand and said sincerely: "For friends, we are willing to communicate and cooperate with them in the most sincere manner."

"We have already felt your enthusiasm—"

Li Huaide felt the strength in the other party's hand, and responded with a little force.

Lu Qiming nodded seriously, shook hands with Gao Yaqin and Li Xuewu respectively, and extended the invitation again.

I don’t know if he is from Northeast China, but his words fully express the generosity and enthusiasm of Northeastern people. There is no trace of overbearing, but instead it makes people feel like spring breeze. This is the art of leadership.

Li Xuewu stood at the end of the front row, watching the team leave with a smile, then turned to Zhou Miaomiao behind him and nodded, saying softly, "Your performance today was great, keep it up."

"Thank you, Secretary General—"

Zhou Miaomiao pursed her lips and smiled. She was happier than anything else to get Li Xuewu's affirmation because he was her supervisor.

Li Xuewu had talked to her before and told her that if she wanted to change careers, she had to take shortcuts, play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses, and do what she is good at.

Of course not that——

It is external reception, sales consulting, economic operations, etc. She attended night school at the United Industrial School and learned knowledge in this area.

She also understood what Li Xuewu said. He wanted to train her to develop in the direction of sales or economic operations.

No matter which direction she goes, she can feel relaxed and comfortable, just like reporting to the Liaodong leaders. For her, the stage experience has given her enough confidence and courage.

If you want to do a good job, there are only two things: either you hire the right person or you do the right thing.

(End of this chapter)