Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

In the camp, smoke rose from the fire. Liu Daming and others had already been sitting around the fire, eagerly waiting for dinner. When they saw Yang Ming coming back with fish, they cheered.

"Xiao Tao, you are great! This fish looks fresh. We are in for a treat tonight!" Liu Daming patted Yang Ming's shoulder excitedly.

The canteen was brightly lit, and Yang Ming rolled up his sleeves, ready to show off his skills. He announced that he would cook fish himself tonight, and as soon as he finished speaking, several comrades followed him in, fearing that this man who could only wield a gun and a stick on weekdays would waste the good ingredients.

"Hey, you don't trust me?" Yang Ming pretended to be angry, but a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, "Just wait and see!"

In the room, amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, the fish was cleanly processed and the aroma gradually spread. The comrades watching the scene changed from initial doubts to expectations and gave thumbs up.

At the same time, thousands of miles away in Sijiu City, an undercurrent against Yang Ming was quietly surging. However, for Yang Ming, who was concentrating on cooking, all this seemed like something from another world.

If he knew, he might just smile and even hope that the investigations could be more in-depth so that he would have the opportunity to thoroughly clarify all his achievements.

The atmosphere inside the steel mill was solemn.

Yang Youning and Chen Gong stood in the reception room, facing the aggressive gaze of the new secretary, with mixed feelings.

"Director Yang, I heard that accidents happen frequently at your steel rolling mill and the work style is not right. How can this be allowed?" The secretary went straight to the point as soon as he entered the door, his tone carrying unquestionable majesty.

Yang Youning frowned, trying to suppress his anger: "Secretary, your words are too one-sided. Which factory in the city can pat its chest and say that it has never had an accident? Our steel rolling mill has been working hard to improve, but safety in production is by no means a one-day job."

"Moreover," he added, "the steel mill does not belong to you alone. It concerns the livelihoods and futures of hundreds of workers. We never shy away from accidents, but it also takes time and understanding to gradually resolve them."

The secretary's expression eased slightly when he heard this, but he still insisted on his own opinion. Yang Youning knew that this conversation was far from over, and the future of the steel mill might become even more confusing because of this sudden storm.

The newly appointed secretary, Wang Fuhan, stepped into the gate of the steel mill with integrity and determination for reform.

When he first arrived, he made sharp criticisms of the factory atmosphere and pointed out the existing irregularities.

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These remarks were like dropping a huge rock into a calm lake, causing ripples.

"What has our steel mill relied on to get to where it is today? It's sweat and solidarity, not those shady practices!"

Chen Gong, an old employee who has worked in the steel rolling mill for decades, was privately quite dissatisfied with Wang Fuhan's remarks.

He gathered a few old friends and said earnestly: "Everyone, take it easy. The new secretary has his own ideas. We should not run into him, but we should also not let others underestimate our efforts."

On the other hand, Yang Youning, the deputy director of the steel mill, felt mixed emotions. He was confident that the steel mill was a recognized excellent and advanced collective and could withstand any test.

But when he saw Qiu Yuan, the assistant brought by Wang Fuhan, looking around the workshop, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

Especially when thinking of his nephew Yang Ming, whose influence in the factory cannot be underestimated, what if Qiu Yuan sets his sights on him...

"Xiao Tao, you should be more restrained recently. The new secretary is not simple." Yang Youning reminded Yang Ming privately, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

However, the thing we worried about still happened.

Qiu Yuan, a young man full of passion and ideals, was inexplicably attacked after he had just said a few words in the workshop wanting to understand the production process.

A burly man seemed to fall from the sky and punched him on the bridge of his nose, and blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

"You...why did you hit me!" Qiu Yuan covered his nose, tears welling up in his eyes due to the pain. He couldn't understand this.

Sudden violence.

"Hmph, newcomer, just behave yourself and don't meddle in other people's business!" The sturdy man snorted coldly, turned and left, leaving Qiu Yuan with a look of astonishment and anger.

When the news spread, there was an uproar in the steel mill.

Yang Youning rushed over after hearing the news and was extremely anxious when he saw Qiu Yuan's miserable condition. He understood that this was not only an attack on Qiu Yuan personally, but also a challenge to the existing order of the steel mill.

"We must thoroughly investigate this matter, give Qiu Yuan an explanation, and also serve as a warning to all the factory workers!" Yang Youning said firmly at the emergency meeting. He knew very well that the future of the steel mill could not be built on violence and injustice.

In the following days, the steel mill seemed to be shrouded in an invisible cloud.

Wang Fuhan, Yang Youning and others, while dealing with the incident of Qiu Yuan being beaten, were also conducting an in-depth investigation into various problems existing in the factory.

They realized that only by fundamentally resolving these contradictions could the steel mill usher in a real spring.

After experiencing the initial anger and confusion, Qiu Yuan gradually learned how to stay calm and rational in a complex environment. He understands that change cannot be achieved overnight, but he is willing to contribute to the future of the steel mill with his actions.

"What right do you have to give orders here!" Zhou Kui's voice was like thunder, shaking everyone around him. He clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out, and if Wang Fa and his men hadn't quickly stopped him, he would have swung his fists at Qiu Yuan.

Qiu Yuan was furious.

But years of work experience taught him to be patient. He slightly turned sideways, trying to avoid Zhou Kui's eyes that seemed to be spitting fire, and forced a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth, trying to resolve this unprovoked conflict with silence.

"Enough!" At this moment, a majestic shout came from outside the workshop, and then the head of the security department, Zhao Chuanjun,

He strode in with several of his men. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and after a quick glance, the entire workshop seemed to have been paused by an invisible force, and all the noise disappeared instantly.

Zhao Chuanjun was once a hero on the battlefield. His aura, tempered by the hail of bullets, made everyone present in awe. He walked up to Zhou Kui and stared at him with eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. In just a few seconds, Zhou Kui's anger was like being poured with a basin of cold water and gradually extinguished.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zhao Chuanjun's voice was not loud, but it carried unquestionable power.

Upon seeing this, Qiu Yuan seemed to have seen a savior. He quickly stood up, pointed at Zhou Kui and accused: "He! He hit people! Chief Zhao, you must stand up for me!" His voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his eyes flashed with grievance and unwillingness.