Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Xu Damao was stunned, muttering "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The whole person was limp and powerless, as listless as an eggplant hit by frost.

It was a pity that Xu Damao was hungry last night and had not eaten anything for the whole day. He lowered his head, bowed his head, and showed movies to the villagers of Zhaojia Village, exhausted! He didn't even sleep well in the end.

As a result, Zhao Kaitai, that bastard, harbored evil intentions!

He is shameless and mean! He is ungrateful!

He made a conscientious projectionist show movies on an empty stomach, while he himself ate and drank delicious food.

He has a heart of stone!

When he thought of this, Xu Damao couldn't stop crying.

He felt dizzy and all the grievances and bitterness of the past few days came flooding back to him all at once. After a bout of dry heaving, poor Xu Damao fell to the ground and fainted.

"Hurry up, someone, pinch the Ren Zhong point! Pinch the Ren Zhong point! Hurry up and call a doctor to save him!"

Wang Fuchun never expected that opening a letter of introduction could put his life in danger.

They hurriedly asked several people to lift and carry Xu Damao to the nearest factory hospital.

"Xu Damao was so angry that he died? This is a serious matter!"

After this happened, not to mention the many people who were there to join in the fun, they were all stunned.

Even Li Weijun, who was as calm as an old monk, felt a surge of shock in his heart.

His half-brother Zhao Kaitai, who had almost had his head chopped off and yellow paper burned, and who had sworn brotherhood with him, was actually so righteous?

From beginning to end, Li Weijun never thought about the letter of introduction from Zhaojia Village.

There is a reward for every effort. Yesterday, Xu Damao was the only one who handled the entire screening work in Zhaojia Village.

According to the rules, the letter of introduction should be from Xu Damao.

Li Weijun is a man of clear principles: "What belongs to us is ours, no one can take it away, and what doesn't belong to us we don't want!"

Who would have expected that Zhao Kaitai would not play by the rules and actually give such a big surprise.

"Hey, Chief Wang, I think there must be something wrong with this letter of introduction. Xu Damao deserves this reward for the contribution of the screening. How about this? I cross out his name and add Xu Damao instead. What do you think?"

Seeing a few curious people carrying the unconscious Xu Damao away in a panic.

Li Weijun swallowed and carefully observed the changes in Wang Fuchun's expression.

Wang Fuchun was frightened by Xu Damao's fainting, but when he heard this, his expression relaxed a little and he forced a smile.

"Comrade Li Weijun, you are a good comrade who knows how to make appropriate concessions. As the head of the Propaganda Department, I feel very relieved. Xu Damao has fainted. Who will be the projectionist? I think it will be..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the door that had just been closed was creaked open again from the outside.

A cadre in his forties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, with slicked back hair, walking with unsteady steps, and with a dignified yet amiable demeanor, walked over.

"Hey, the projectionist is back from the countryside? Why did I hear that Xu Damao was so angry that he died? Is there something wrong with the screening assessment this time?"

The familiar official tone was uttered, combined with this sanctimonious image.

Li Weijun understood instantly that his cheap relative Li Huaide was looking for him.

Li Huaide was promoted to deputy factory director at the beginning of spring this year. He is temporarily in charge of logistics and personnel life. He has more money to make than Director Yang, who is in charge of production.

It was probably because the noise Xu Damao made just now was too loud and it irritated the old fox out.

"Director Li is here, come and sit down. Weijun, quickly make Director Li some of my treasured Baihao Yinzhen tea. I guarantee that after drinking it, the fragrance will linger on your lips and teeth, and you will even think about it when you go to sleep."

Wang Fuchun felt uneasy as if a needle had been stuck in his butt. He stood up immediately, nodded and bowed, with a smile on his face.

"Section Chief Wang has spent a lot of money. He is a very particular person who knows tea. I am not like me. I only drink plain water in an enamel pot all year round. I only drink one set of tea regularly and I have to save even the tea leaves."

"Director Li is very busy and doesn't care about worldly desires. I am short-sighted and cannot compare with him."

Facing Wang Fuchun's flattery, Li Huaide smiled slightly and sat down on the sofa with his horse and golden sword, obviously enjoying the feeling of being respected.

He glanced at the letters of introduction scattered on the table, and then at Li Weijun who was working nimbly beside him.

Li Huaide said suddenly: "Wei Jun, it's time to visit your father's grave in two days, right? Tomb-sweeping is a big deal and can't be delayed. I didn't see your father when he died. Remember to let me know when you visit the grave."

Li Weijun's body stiffened, and he immediately understood.

This old fox must have known that Xu Damao had failed and that it was inevitable for him to become a projectionist.

So he wanted to add icing on the cake and win me over, so he mentioned his father who had died long ago and played the family card.

Come to think of it, Li Huaide is such a smart and capable person.

He managed the eating, drinking, and defecation of so many people in the steel rolling mill in an orderly manner, and later he was even able to turn against Director Yang and kick out the real person.

This kind of person is worthy of fear in terms of both ability and vision, although his character is a bit poor.

But when it comes to human relationships, Director Yang, who has always been stubborn and conceited, can be said to be completely controlled by Li Huaide.

As a relative of Li Huaide, the original owner was a hopeless case and had no idea how to handle things, so there was naturally no need for him to be cultivated.

But now, Li Weijun actually fought back and convinced everyone in the Propaganda Department with his tricks.

Compared to outsiders, Li Huaide naturally hopes that his relatives will sit as projectionists.

After realizing this, Li Weijun did not delay.

After placing the brewed tea on the table, he replied in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "Thank you for your concern, Director. My father came to me in a dream a few days ago, telling me to visit Director Li's home more often, saying that relatives should not be estranged. So, I went to the countryside to buy some local specialties as a small token of my appreciation, and I am preparing to go down to visit Director Li."

"Local specialties? How can this be so embarrassing! Wei Jun, there is no need to spend so much money. Our Li family has never cared about these empty things. Just have this intention."

Li Huaide looked at Li Weijun, who spoke beautiful words without any flaws, and was stunned for a moment. Why did this taciturn guy suddenly speak nonsense?

You know what, this flattery feels pretty good.

The little wooden lump has grown up, not bad!

Li Huaide took a sip of the sweet and mellow tea and smiled. It was obvious that he was in a particularly good mood.

Wang Fuchun, who was watching all the situations, rolled his eyes around, glanced at Li Huaide who was smiling but had a dagger inside, and then looked at Li Weijun who was respectfully making tea beside him.

I was puzzled: "Could it be that Deputy Director Li is planning to cultivate Li Weijun? Otherwise, why would he make it clear that they are relatives now? No wonder they say it's hard to write two Li characters with one stroke. It seems that I won't be able to enjoy Xu Fugui's bottle of green-necked Xifeng wine."