Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Li Huaide at the steel rolling mill had finally packed his clothes and urgently burned all the records and letters from the steel rolling mill over the years. Then he looked at his haggard self in the mirror with an extremely tired face.

He murmured to himself, "Li Huaide, believe in yourself. The difficulties before you are just a passing cloud. When you get to southern Yunnan, you will get back what you lost one day. What is yours, no one can take it away!"

As he said these words of self-encouragement, the frustration and decadence in Li Huaide's heart barely dissipated a little. Looking at this room that had accompanied him for many years, but now he had to leave it in disgrace, he felt mixed emotions.

Looking back on the past, he entered the steel rolling mill as a clerk, knowing nothing but full of enthusiasm. After overcoming setbacks and working hard, he finally climbed to the position of deputy director. He was about to replace Director Yang, but he never expected that fate would play such a trick on him.

Just because of Jiang Xifeng's few words, Li Huaide fell from a popular figure to the altar and ended up in pieces. Until now, Li Huaide feels like he is dreaming and feels that everything happening before his eyes is so unrealistic and empty.

The world is a big dream, and the world is full of bitterness.

Li Huaide laughed at himself and was about to ask Wang Fuchun whether he had returned to the house and quickly packed his luggage, but suddenly he seemed to remember something and rummaged through the drawers with an anxious look on his face.

However, what he didn't expect was that the savings he had put in the drawer last night, bulging in a kraft paper envelope to protect it from moisture, waiting to be used in times of emergency, had now fled.

Only an empty drawer was left, with nothing in it, as if mocking his stupidity.

"No, I clearly stuffed the manila envelope into this drawer myself last night. Apart from Fontaine, no one else has ever come to this house. I was wondering why that bitch was so uncharacteristic and left so casually, without being so persistent and asking for too much. That bitch must be up to something..."

Li Huaide's brain was working at a very fast speed. After screening and checking, he found that only Fang Dan, his mistress, had this possibility and motive.

However, at this moment, Fang Dan had probably already fled to the back kitchen of the steel mill canteen, or returned to his room to avoid the limelight.

Whether it is the former or the latter, Li Huaide is helpless at the moment.

This is the embarrassing situation of starting out without a name. It is impossible for this ill-gotten wealth to be thrown out in broad daylight. Otherwise, if Fang Dan were to go all out and reveal the origin and source of the money, Li Huaide would not just be able to escape to southern Yunnan.

I think Fontaine, that smart woman, had anticipated this long ago, so she dared to commit the shameful act of stealing without scruples.

"Damn it, all those people with the surname Jiang are bastards!"

He clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the wall, leaving a trail of blood. Li Huaide ignored the pain from the wound, and with a sad and uncomfortable look on his face, he quickly packed his luggage and prepared to meet up with Wang Fuchun.

In the current situation, it is difficult to move forward without money. We can only rely on the considerable income that Wang Fuchun has made in the steel rolling mill over the years as the deputy director of canteen logistics.

Only with the start-up capital could Li Huaide move around and make a comeback.