King of Industry

In the living room, Zhao Guoyang and Mu Aijun were chatting and laughing happily, while Mu Yiyi next to him kept his eyes wide open, looking at each other with eyes full of surprise.

She couldn't help but be surprised. Just now her father said that the other party is proficient in so many foreign languages, which has already made her feel incredible. When talking about the development and planning of the factory with Zhao Guoyang, the solemn look at the other party is also her these days. It has never been seen on other guests who came to the door.

When this young man named Zhao Guoyang talked about the development prospects of the factory, he talked eloquently and logically, not at all like a young man of his age who had just started working.

Just when Mu Yiyi was in a daze, Mu Aijun asked: Guoyang, do you think our factory has a certain degree of success in the scooter project?

Well, it should be 60% to 70%! When I went to Ludong Provincial Heavy Cavalry Group with the director Ma, I basically learned about their production lines and parts supporting factories. It shouldn't be a big deal. Question. Zhao Guoyang thought about it carefully, and answered word by word.

After hearing this, Mu Aijun felt as if he had taken a reassurance.

He nodded repeatedly and said: Well, if this scooter project can really be carried out, our Hongda Machinery Factory will really make a name for itself in Ninghai City, and even have a place in Guangling City. Maybe in the next few years If it develops well, our factory may even have a chance to upgrade its level.”

What Mu Aijun said was not exaggerated. In the early 1990s, the administrative division of state-owned enterprises still existed.

The criteria for this division are usually linked to the size, total output value, and department of the enterprise.

Just like Hongda Machinery Factory, although its scale is not large and its annual output value is not high, but because it is directly under the Ministry of Forestry, its administrative level is correspondingly higher than that of state-owned enterprises of the same size, reaching the deputy director level.

Leaving aside Mu Aijun, the high-ranking factory director, the factory-level cadres of Hongda Machinery Factory, such as Zhang Zhizhong's secretary, are serious deputy-level cadres.

As for the deputy factory directors Ma Jian and Wang Youchang, the two factory-level cadres and deputies are naturally department-level cadres, and they only enjoy the treatment of deputy directors.

Compared with another state-owned enterprise in Ninghai City with similar scale and gross production value—the state-owned Ninghai Welding Rod Factory, the administrative level of Hongda Machinery Factory is half a frame higher.

In addition, since it is a subsidiary enterprise directly under the central government, if the development situation is good, it will be easier for Hongda Machinery Factory to upgrade its administrative level.

If the factory's gross production value doubles and exceeds 10 million within a year or two, Hongda Machinery Factory has a good chance of being promoted to a state-owned enterprise.

Seeing Zhao Guoyang nodding silently, Mu Aijun patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, Guoyang, do you still remember the promise I made with you?

I've always kept my word. As long as the scooter project is successful, your deputy factory-level cadres will definitely not be able to escape. If you mention this at the administrative level in the factory, you may set a record for Jiangnan. The record of the youngest deputy department-level cadre in the province, haha...

Hearing Mu Aijun's kind ridicule, Zhao Guoyang scratched his head for a while.

Mu Aijun has always given him the impression that he is serious, disciplined, and unsmiling. Who knew that he would make such jokes in private.

As for Mu Yiyi next to her, she was already a little sluggish at this moment.

Although she lived abroad for a long time, how could she not know the administrative level in the country.

Thinking of her own father, who was born and died in the army for 20 thoughts, and now he is only a department-level cadre, Mu Yiyi was even more amazed at Zhao Guoyang.

Who the hell is this guy! Dad thinks so highly of him, it doesn't seem like it's because of his ability to flatter horses... Mu Yiyi thought to herself.

When Mu Yiyi couldn't figure it out, Ding Yanhong's voice came from the kitchen: Dinner is ready! Yiyi, come and serve the food!

After hearing the sound, Mu Yiyi quickly stood up, put her feet into her slippers, and ran into the kitchen.

Just as Zhao Guoyang wanted to stand up and go to help, Mu Aijun reached out to stop him: Hey, Guoyang, don't be too busy. You are a guest today, so there is no reason for you to do it. Come and serve us!

Sitting down on the table with Director Mu, Zhao Guoyang was somewhat embarrassed.

Not long after, Ding Yanhong and Mu Yiyi came over with some dishes, Zhao Guoyang quickly stood up and shouted: Auntie Ding!

Seeing him, Ding Yanhong was so happy that she couldn't help but walk to Zhao Guoyang's side, and sat him down.

It turns out that Guoyang is here, Lao Mu, you didn't say it earlier!

Ding Yanhong said cheerfully: Guoyang, thank you for saving Tingting last time. If it weren't for you, my sister-in-law would probably blame our old Mu for the rest of my life...

What Ding Yanhong was talking about was naturally about Zhao Guoyang's brave rescue of the child who fell into the water when he was reborn.

It was the first time Mu Yiyi had heard of this, so she hurriedly pestered her mother to ask what happened.

When she heard that this gentle-looking young man in front of her was able to brave the severe cold and jump into the water to save her cousin Gu Tingting, Mu Yiyi was really surprised.

This meal made Zhao Guoyang feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, feeling uncomfortable all over.

There was no other reason, but because Mu Yiyi, who was sitting opposite, shot over from time to time with strange eyes.

Of course Zhao Guoyang knew that the other party didn't think that way, but when Ding Yanhong saw that her daughter was not looking at Zhao Guoyang, she fell in love with her, and the smile on her face became even wider.

Being watched by Ding Yanhong with the eyes of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law, Zhao Guoyang couldn't help but secretly groaning in his heart - he must be asking for trouble.

After drinking two glasses of wine with Director Mu and eating a bowl of rice, Zhao Guoyang looked at the time and found that it was almost two o'clock.

Remembering that today is New Year's Eve, and that he will take Bai Rou home for dinner at night, Zhao Guoyang hastily bid farewell to Mu Aijun and Ding Yanhong.

Okay, Guoyang, I won't keep you on your 30th day today. When you come home after the new year, let's have a good drink! Mu Aijun laughed and got up.

Seeing Mu Aijun gesturing to send Zhao Guoyang off, Ding Yanhong quickly waved his hands and said, Hey, Lao Mu, help me and clean up the dishes. Guoyang is one of my own, just let Yiyi send him off.

Mu Aijun didn't seem to understand what his wife meant, and was taken aback for a moment, then nodded helplessly in response.

Damn girl, why are you still standing there stupidly? Go down and send Guoyang off! Just go down and buy a bottle of vinegar for me, I need to use it at night. Ding Yanhong pinched her daughter's waist, expressing her intention.

Oh, I got it, mom! Mu Yiyi stood up helplessly, and went out with Zhao Guoyang.

When they got downstairs, Mu Yiyi couldn't help but look at the silent young man beside him who looked very mature and asked, Hey, you...do you really understand the book I just said?

Zhao Guoyang had already noticed that this woman had something to ask. Seeing that she had been holding back such a question for a long time, he smiled slightly and jokingly said: To be or not to be, that's a question.

This sentence is the most famous sentence in Hamlet. The general translation is To be or not to be, that is the question.

After Zhao Guoyang uttered this sentence in standard British English, Mu Yiyi immediately understood that he must be able to understand his book, and not just in general.

Mu Yiyi blushed a little when she thought of the English sentence she had ridiculed before.

She lowered her head, intertwined her fingers and whispered, Then you can understand what I said earlier?

Deep sinking?

Zhao Guoyang raised his eyebrows and said casually, Fortunately our savouring is not so tall, we also do not love to install dark...

Hearing this, Mu Yiyi was stunned, her face flushed instantly.

The sentence Zhao Guoyang said is a slang term in English, and the translated meaning is: Fortunately, our taste is not that high, so we don't like to pretend to be deep.

Speaking of this sentence, Mu Yiyi naturally knows how good Zhao Guoyang's English is, and she also knows that if she despises others, they will understand.

The hateful thing is that when this guy was at his home before, he clearly understood that he had ridiculed him, but he just pretended not to know, which made him very ugly.

At this point in her thoughts, Mu Yiyi couldn't help raising her head, ready to scold this guy who pretended to be ignorant.

But just when she raised her head, she saw that Zhao Guoyang had already stepped onto the brand new motorcycle.

Mu Yiyi, uh... Anyway, I wish you a happy Chinese New Year and all the best, goodbye! After getting in the car, Zhao Guoyang waved to Mu Yiyi with a smile, and then left.

Happy New Year? Happy your size! Ah... Mu Yiyi kicked the curb hard, and cried out in pain instantly, tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Guoyang! You bastard, remember it! Looking at the dust rolled up in the distance, Mu Yiyi gritted her teeth fiercely.

...

After leaving Mu's house, Zhao Guoyang drove unsteadily to the guest house of the Municipal Machinery Industry Committee.

He made an appointment with Bai Rou before, and came to pick her up before two o'clock in the afternoon, and it was already a little late now.

After parking the car, Zhao Guoyang went upstairs and knocked on the door of Bai Rou's room. After a while, Bai Rou came out wearing a beautiful girl's coat.

I have to say that a naturally beautiful woman like Bai Rou is really a clothes hanger, she looks good in any clothes!

Seeing the blush on Zhao Guoyang's face, Bai Rou smiled and said, Why, I've been drinking!

Well, a little bit... Zhao Guoyang scratched his scalp and said.

Don't drive after drinking! Give me the key, and I'll take you! Bai Rou stretched out her green fingers and shook them in front of Zhao Guoyang.

Zhao Guoyang was stunned, and subconsciously handed the key in his hand to Bai Rou.

Zhao Guoyang didn't realize it until he went downstairs. He couldn't help asking: Sister Bai, you... know how to drive a motorcycle?

What? Are you afraid that my sister will throw you?

Bai Rou looked back and said with a smile, You can just rest assured, my sister's level of driving a motorcycle will never be worse than yours!