Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

In the study, the atmosphere was lively. There were several teacups on the coffee table, with a thin layer of tea still left in the cups.

Chief Fang sat in the main seat, his face was warm, and the smile in the corner of his eyes revealed his inner joy.

He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the person sitting on the left, with a hint of concern in his tone.

"Xiao Yang, how is the steel mill doing?"

The person who was named by the leader involuntarily straightened his back and answered quickly.

"Old leader, the new workshop of the steel rolling mill has been put into use, but there are fewer machine tools."

After saying this, his eyes revealed anticipation as he stared closely at Chief Fang's reaction.

The Xiao Yang present here is the future director of the steel rolling mill. However, it was still 1955 and the steel rolling mill had not yet been completely integrated into a public-private partnership.

As an important factory, the steel rolling mill was very patient with Lou Zhenhua's attempts to shirk cooperation.

However, as an important factory for steel forming and processing, Lou Zhenhua could not stop the expansion of production.

Yang Chengjun moved into the steel rolling mill as a public representative and was responsible for the construction and management of the new plant.

As an old subordinate of Chief Fang, he certainly hopes to get more resources at today's party.

Chief Fang stretched out his finger and tapped Yang Chengjun, then scolded him with a smile: "Xiao Yang! You have become cunning after following them."

The meaning of Yang Chengjun's words is very clear, but there is no shortage of industrial equipment all over the country, and even antiques from before World War I are good things.

When Yang Chengjun heard this, a hint of barely perceptible disappointment flashed across his eyes. Although he knew it was difficult, he still held out hope.

"But~" Commander Fang changed the subject, his tone becoming a little more mysterious.

Everyone present exchanged glances, with an inexplicable expectation welling up in their hearts.

Chief Fang saw this, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he slowly said, "A batch of new machines will arrive in Beijing in the second half of next year."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Everyone rushed to speak, their voices rising one after another.

"Commander, is this true?"

"Commander, I'm in urgent need of a job! Please give me priority!"

As soon as these words came out, the other people immediately became unhappy and started to confront him.

"Fatty Sun, what are you talking about! Can you have what I need?"

"My place is more important! All of you move to the back!"

Chief Fang looked at this scene, but instead of stopping it, he picked up the teacup, took a sip leisurely, with a smile in his eyes.

When it comes to next year's batch of machines, He Yuzhu has made an indelible contribution.

When He Yuzhu submitted the information in Harbin, he thought of the current domestic industrial situation and bleached a batch of relatively backward machines.

It is relatively backward, but for the impoverished New Dragon Country, it is just right.

The structure is simple, the manufacturing difficulty is reduced, and mass production is possible.

For the currently unsystematic machines, it is foreseeable that they will be updated and replaced in a systematic way.

After two years of trial and error, Northeast China has begun exporting new machines.

However, priority will be given to factories in Northeast China, and by the second half of next year, there will be surplus machines to be transferred out.

Chief Fang pulled himself out of his thoughts, put down his teacup, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

The sound of "dong dong dong" echoed in the study, instantly bringing the noisy quarrel to an abrupt end.

Everyone looked at Chief Fang, waiting for his next words.

"Look at what you have done! You should be more broad-minded. You are arguing over such trivial matters." Chief Fang pretended to be angry and shouted.

Several people looked at each other, with some reluctance in their expressions, but they finally suppressed the little thoughts in their hearts.

Yang Chengjun rushed to the front and said hurriedly: "Commander, steel rolling is becoming more and more important now. You have to consider us more."

Chief Fang waved his hand, interrupting what they were about to say: "Alright, I understand what you are thinking.

When the machines arrive, there will be unified arrangements. However, before that, you have to train talents.

Don’t wait until the machine arrives but there are no people, then everyone will just go sweep the streets.”

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, everyone put their minds at ease and responded in unison: "Yes! Don't worry, Chief, we will complete the mission!"

There was a sudden knock on the door, like a spring breeze, instantly breaking the original solemnity.

Secretary Chen pushed the door open with a thermos bottle in his hand, a gentle smile on his face: "Dear leaders, thank you for your hard work. I'll add some water for everyone."

While refilling water for Chief Fang, Secretary Chen looked at him and asked if he should start preparing lunch.

Chief Fang understood what he meant, took the teacup, took a sip, and nodded slightly to Secretary Chen.

Secretary Chen received the instructions, filled up the water bottles for other people in an orderly manner, then turned around and walked out of the room.

"Okay, now that we've finished our business, let's just relax."

Chief Fang put down his teacup and said with a smile, "Today, I specially invited a chef to cook. I guarantee that you will enjoy your meal. Please enjoy it."

As Chief Fang finished speaking, laughter suddenly broke out in the room and the atmosphere became relaxed and happy.

Deep in the corridor, the sound of hurried footsteps gradually became clearer. Secretary Chen walked quickly among them with a smile on his face and went straight into the kitchen.

At first glance, I saw He Yuzhu sitting leisurely on an old wooden stool, drinking tea from a teacup in his hand.

"Xiao He!"

He Yuzhu heard the shouting, stood up and turned around, and saw Secretary Chen coming towards him with a smile on his face.

"Hey, Secretary Chen!"

As he said this, he put down the teacup in his hand, took big steps forward, and walked towards him with joy.

"Xiao He, you've worked really hard today." Secretary Chen looked at He Yuzhu and stretched out his right hand. "The chief and his men have finished their discussion. We are just waiting for you to show your skills."

He Yuzhu tightly grasped Secretary Chen's hand and nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Okay! I'm ready, we can start right away."

Secretary Chen's eyes naturally fell on the table, and when he saw the cut ingredients on it, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Good! Xiao He, you are very organized. I'll leave lunch to you!"

He Yuzhu heard the compliment and bowed his hands in thanks: "Thank you! I'm the chef today, so I have to do a good job. Then I'll get started!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stove, ready to start cooking today's lunch.

Chief Fang didn't need anyone at the moment, and Secretary Chen was curious about He Yuzhu's cooking skills, so he moved his feet and followed He Yuzhu.

After Secretary Chen had tasted the new dishes in the cafeteria, he became curious about He Yuzhu’s cooking skills and followed him involuntarily.

He stood by the stove, chatting with He Yuzhu about family matters while looking into the pot curiously.

But not long after, Secretary Chen was caught off guard and was choked by the strong and pungent smell and stepped back repeatedly.

He had to cover his nose and walk out of the kitchen, looking quite embarrassed.

He Yuzhu looked at Secretary Chen who was fleeing in panic. He didn't expect that he could still have fun and couldn't help laughing.