Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Director Yang has been through so much ups and downs in his career, so he must be an old fox. Even though he knows exactly what happened in the room, he still has an ashamed face.

Pretending to be ignorant, he asked in confusion, "Comrade Ji Xiaotao, the voice on the other end of the phone just now sounded like an unreasonable shrew, making a fuss and cursing. Our general can have horses running on his forehead and our prime minister can have boats in his stomach. A great man doesn't care about the mistakes of a small man. Just treat this speech as fart. If you take it to heart, it will be bad."

As for Zhang Yunzhen who was standing aside, he was hoping that Ji Xiaotao would ignore him. Seeing Yi Lei's puzzled expression, he quietly found a corner to smoke and looked up at the sky, as if he was indifferent to what was happening in the outside world.

As for the remaining spectators, they all wisely chose to remain silent. They are all old hands and know the pros and cons of taking sides.

Apart from anything else, looking at Ji Xiaotao's style and attitude today, if Director Yang makes Ji Xiaotao unhappy, he might be fired in order to protect himself.

When ordinary people face something irresistible, they seem helpless and can only struggle to survive in the cracks.

"It's meaningless. I don't take that bitch's words to heart. If it were a person, I would have been thinking about it for days. How could I have so much leisure time? Director Yang, if you have nothing else to do, I have some private matters to discuss with Comrade Li Weijun. Do you think it's okay?"

At this time, Ji Xiaotao subconsciously thought that Li Weijun was still a buyer at the steel mill, but she didn't know that Li Weijun's position at the steel mill had basically been eliminated and his file had been transferred to the track and field team.

You have to know that at that time Li Weijun was holding an honorary title of deputy coach of the track and field team. If it were based on general rank, his rank would be higher than that of Director Yang. If it were because of their different positions, Director Yang was in charge of the steel rolling mill, a powerful department with high profitability.

The appointment and dismissal of all employees and cadres in the entire steel rolling mill are all under the control of Director Yang.

Previously, Li Huaide was able to provide a check and balance, but at this moment, Li Huaide was already in a state of panic and unable to take care of himself, so how could he have the leisure to go against Director Yang?

The track and field team is a place with high positions but little power, and many positions are used for retirement of high-ranking officials. Therefore, in most cases, ordinary people prefer the identity of a steel mill director rather than the deputy coach of a track and field team.

Director Yang saw this and forced a smile helplessly and explained, "Miss Ji, look at what you said. Comrade Li Weijun has been asked by his superiors to join the track and field team, but it has not been announced to the public yet. If we go by rank, I am still a subordinate, so how can I interfere in such matters?"

After that, he started clamoring to organize a dinner party in the evening. On the one hand, it was to welcome Ji Xiaotao and give her a good treat, and on the other hand, it was a celebration party for Li Weijun's promotion and salary increase.

For Director Yang, it was not easy to get in touch with someone like Ji Xiaotao, so naturally he had to curry favor with her, perhaps he could use her in unexpected ways.

As for Li Weijun, although he was previously wary of Li Weijun because he was Li Huaide's confidant, it seems that Li Weijun has now joined the track and field team, and he has nothing to do with the steel rolling mill. As the saying goes, good deeds bring good results, and having more friends is always better than making an enemy.

"Comrade Ji Xiaotao, you are from the south, so you must have never eaten our Beijing roast duck. Our Quanjude roast duck is the most famous national dish. If you don't try it, it would be a waste of time. Many foreign friends are full of praise for our roast duck, and their mouths are watering."

As Director Yang spoke, he glanced at Ji Xiaotao's expression and found that the girl's throat moved, which seemed to indicate that her appetite had indeed increased.

So he struck while the iron was hot and boasted, "This Quanjude roast duck sounds simple, but it's a lot of work to make. Choose a good white duck, apply a thin layer of shortening, and write on it. When the duck is cooked, the writing is still wet. It's magical. It tastes smooth, crispy and tender, and it's definitely worth your trip."

"A welcome party? I'm new here, so I'm afraid this won't be a good idea..."

Ji Xiaotao was obviously still a young man just starting out. Looking at Director Yang who was so enthusiastic and kept inviting her to dinner, although she had come into contact with many people who tried to curry favor with her since she was a child, she was still a little overwhelmed when facing an old fox like Director Yang.

Frowning in a dilemma, Li Weijun coughed lightly and refused without hesitation, saying, "Director Yang, forget about the dinner. Comrade Ji Xiaotao and I will just go to a cheap restaurant and buy a bowl of braised pork to taste our Beijing specialties. As for Quanjude roast duck and the like, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Good things should be savored carefully."

How could Li Weijun not know that Director Yang had ulterior motives in his attempt to pay New Year's greetings to Ji Xiaotao? He said that he was here to welcome her, but in fact he definitely had an important request in mind.

Apart from anything else, if during the banquet, Director Yang deliberately proposed in a difficult way that he wanted to meet your father, Ji Guochun, it might be because he had a difficult matter that was bothering him.

How should Ji Xiaotao solve this problem?

It is better not to give Director Yang this opportunity at all, so that he will not be in a difficult situation and have difficulty in taking action.

Seeing that Li Weijun had spoken, Ji Xiaotao nodded hurriedly and said seriously: "Li Weijun is right, I am not picky, I just want to eat some stewed food on the street. By the way, I heard that your Beijing's bean juice is famous all over the world. Li Weijun, I don't care, you must take me to eat bean juice, don't be stingy and picky."

"You want to drink soy milk? That's what you said, so I'll just obey you."

Li Weijun looked at Ji Xiaotao in surprise. He didn't expect that this girl had such a unique taste.

You have to know that something like douzhi is a complete scam by ordinary Beijingers. They brag about it being a Beijing specialty and make it sound magical. But in fact, it was a drink used by many drivers who did hard labor and stevedores at the docks to replenish their energy because of the lack of material resources in the past.

The taste of this stuff can only be said to be not very good. Li Weijun once took a sip out of curiosity. The most direct feeling was like the smelly insoles of sweaty feet that had been wearing shoes for several months, and a little salt water. It was smelly, salty and sour. Not to mention drinking a sip, even if you smelled it, it would take a long time to get over the ache.

It's even more outrageous than the vinegar fish from a certain lake and is hard to swallow.

Ji Xiaotao wanted to taste the flavor of soy milk, and Li Weijun naturally couldn't bear to refuse. After dealing with his belongings in the publicity department of the steel rolling mill and handing over his work, he prepared to take Ji Xiaotao to the capital to drink a bowl of soy milk and try some braised pork.

Who would have expected that after arriving at the Propaganda Department, the head of the department, Wang Fuchun, was looking worried and convened an internal meeting of the Propaganda Department.

He would get angry with a look on his face over trivial matters, such as the broom not being put back in place in time, too much paper scraps and garbage, and people always tearing up newspapers to wipe their butts.

Under normal circumstances, Wang Fuchun would have just laughed it off for these little things, but Wang Fuchun, who knew that he would soon have to pack up and leave, felt a little reluctant in his heart.

Naturally, he wanted to take advantage of the fact that he has not fallen into the hands of others to gain some prestige and enjoy the life of an official.

Otherwise, if I really went to the southern Yunnan border area with Li Huaide, it would be miserable.

Seeing that Section Chief Wang was furious, which was out of character, many colleagues in the Propaganda Department were confused, but they could only tremble in fear and tread on thin ice. Except for a few colleagues with strong relationships, most people were unhappy and sat in their seats with their heads down listening to the scolding.

Among them was Xu Damao. At this moment, Xu Damao was beaming with joy, as he had already heard the news from the Personnel Department and knew that Li Weijun was no longer the projectionist of the Propaganda Department of the steel rolling mill.

Although he didn't understand the reason, for Xu Damao, this was a huge happy event, as he filled the projectionist's position without any effort.