Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Seeing his nephew being so understanding, Li Huaide's face suddenly widened with smiles, and the initial gloom also dissipated a lot. After encouraging him for a while, he looked at Li Weijun meaningfully.

"Weijun, tell me, if Director Yang asked you to do purchasing and work under him, what would you do?"

Li Weijun knew that the test had come and it was time to take sides, so he spoke nonsense without changing his expression.

"Uncle Li, isn't that being too polite? We only help our relatives, not the outsiders. As the saying goes, fathers and sons fight together in battle, and brothers fight together to kill tigers. Moreover, Uncle Li has been so kind to us..."

Li Weijun's sugar-coated words expressed his loyalty, which made Li Huaide very happy.

After praising you for a few times, he nodded with great satisfaction: "In that case, I won't hide it from you. After showing the movie last night, Director Yang was very satisfied with your vision and came to me to ask for someone. He said that he would take you with him on a business trip to another place in a few days and purchase some suitable internal reference films. What do you think?"

"Director Yang is going to take me with him on his business trip?"

Li Weijun was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said, "I will follow Uncle Li's arrangements. If Uncle Li asks me to go, I will go. If Uncle Li doesn't allow me to go, I will claim to be sick and not go."

After confirming that his nephew was still loyal to him, Li Huaide was very satisfied and patted Li Weijun on the shoulder.

"In my opinion, you should go! It's a good idea to see the world. What's the point of staying in this small place? You just need to be smart, talk less, do more, and listen more. Remember everything and tell me when you have time."

Li Weijun knew clearly that he was being asked to spy on Director Yang. Although he felt contempt for him, he did not show it on his face.

After returning to the Propaganda Department, Li Weijun was not idle. He began to think about what fashionable films there are these days that can be used as internal reference films for entertainment.

This time, Director Yang named his general by name.

That obviously meant that the model operas that Xu Fugui had purchased before were not to everyone's taste and everyone was tired of watching them.

Everyone wants to see something modern and exciting.

But the crux of the problem lies here. In the 60s, the films made in China were just the same types over and over again.

If you want to pick something unique, you can only choose from overseas.

Godzilla? A Hong Kong-style martial arts film?

White blockbuster?

Or pick a few more silent films by Chaplin.

But it’s not a good idea to always watch silent movies. You must try some talkies.

You can't just do some erotic pictures...

After much thought, Li Weijun still couldn't make up his mind.

But he felt regretful in his heart. If he could move the computer where he had copied a T seed before traveling through time over here, I guarantee that Director Yang would be unable to stop watching it.

As it was getting close to dinner time, Li Weijun had roughly narrowed down his selection to martial arts.

I took my lunch box to the restaurant cafeteria. Although the bell hadn't rung, there was still a long queue of people waiting.

These days, the food is simple and has no oil, and the workers mostly do delicate work. They are so hungry that they knock on their lunch boxes and urge people at the window to get their meals quickly.

Li Weijun did not stop, and went straight to the canteen's kitchen while no one was paying attention.

He took out the meal coupon and asked Liu Lan to order two white flour buns and two vegetarian dishes. Then he went to the meat dishes that Sha Zhu prepared specially for the cadres, scooped a few spoonfuls of the stir-fried dishes, and began to chew them with relish.

While eating, he praised Sha Zhu for his cooking skills, which made Sha Zhu, who had a stern face, smile helplessly.

"Weijun, you are making things difficult for me. If everyone were like you and went directly to the kitchen to get food, the cafeteria would be in complete chaos."

"Look at what you said. I'm afraid you'll get tired, so I'm going to get your own food to help you share some of the burden."

Sha Zhu pursed his lips and said unhappily, "I've been cooking for so many years, one more is not too much, one less is not too little, I really have never been tired."

"I'm not tired. Your hands were shaking so much when you were getting food. When you stop shaking the spoon when you're getting food, I'll go to the window and get food obediently."

Li Weijun turned around and smiled, leaving Sha Zhu speechless. He turned around and asked Liu Lan to get him a bowl of carrot soup. He truly treated the cafeteria's kitchen as his own home.

Seeing this situation, Shazhu was helpless.

He pointed to the delicious dishes left over from the cooking pot, which were shared by everyone in the cafeteria's kitchen.

It's a big pot meal, and with this kind of treatment, if the wok is not shaken, there will be complaints from so many people in the kitchen.

It's not easy to be the squad leader of his kitchen squad.

He could only shake his head and ask Ma Hua to carry the rice bucket to the window and keep it ready.

After finishing his meal, Li Weijun went to the Propaganda Department and asked the Chief Wang Fuchun to write him a note for leave.

When Wang Fuchun saw Li Weijun writing a note for leave, he smiled obscenely and then criticized him for two days in a row.

This made Li Weijun, who originally only wanted to take half a day off, stunned for a moment. However, thinking that it would be a waste if he didn't ask for paid leave, he didn't refuse.

I pushed my bicycle and rushed to the hospital first. It happened to be lunch time, so apart from a few nurses and doctors on duty, the rest were all kinds of patients.

Li Weijun covered his heart with his hands, looking painful. He casually asked the front desk where the cardiologist was, then hurried over.

Seeing Li Weijun's serious look, the young nurse hurriedly led the way.

After thanking him, Li Weijun came to the cardiovascular department and observed several rooms. He finally saw a drowsy attending physician wearing a white coat, who looked like a chicken pecking at rice.

After waiting for a while and making sure that the doctor was asleep.

Li Weijun tiptoed in and silently chose to copy and upgrade.

"Superb painting skills detected. Do you want to choose to upgrade to master-level painting art?"

"Exquisite painting skills? Is this still an artistic painter?"

Li Weijun bent down with a guilty conscience and took a look, confirming that it was a female doctor with short hair and pretty face.

If there is one thing that makes them different, it might be that they are too young.

She has a baby face, shallow dimples, and looks cute when she sleeps.

"Sure enough, a doctor who is not good at painting is not a good doctor."

Following the principle that it is better to have more skills than less, Li Weijun chose to confirm.

"A long-lived system has been detected. Do you want to choose replication upgrade?"

Li Weijun, who was searching aimlessly, was stunned when he heard the voice. Oh my god, the longevity physique is so easy, and I got it?

Li Weijun blinked in disbelief, his emotions in turmoil.

At any age, talking about other things is empty talk; only a long life is the hard truth.

After copying and adding points without thinking, Li Weijun suddenly discovered that there was a new item called life span in the attribute column.

One hundred and twenty-eight years old, well, that seems okay.

If this happened during the reign of Emperor Qianlong, he would have been able to enjoy a feast at the Banquet for a Thousand Old Men and would have been a true centenarian.

Seeing that he was so lucky today, Li Weijun didn't delay and caught the little sheep and started to pull it out like crazy.

The sleeping female doctor seemed to have noticed something and her brows slightly frowned.