Ye Zhiguo raised his hand again, waved it twice, and the chanting stopped abruptly, becoming perfectly synchronized. He then shouted at the top of his lungs, "A warm welcome to all the leaders!"

The slogans rang out again, and the ground shook a few times. Sang Huaiyuan couldn't take it anymore; his eardrums were trembling, and his brows furrowed even more.

So far, he has visited nearly ten state-owned factories. This Qianjin Machinery Factory is the most adept at superficial projects. Perhaps some leaders would like this kind of formality, but he would definitely not.

I even felt a bit disgusted!

"Vice Mayor Sang, distinguished leaders, welcome to our work..."

The factory manager greeted him with a beaming smile, his back slightly bent, a stark contrast to his usual aloofness.

"I wouldn't call it guidance; I'm here to learn too." Sang Huaiyuan softened his expression, exchanged a few polite words, and prepared to visit the workshop first.

He could see the densely packed workers on both sides, the workshop was quiet, all the machines were polished and stopped running. Sang Huaiyuan finally couldn't hold back and his face darkened slightly.

"Director Wu, I remember your factory's motto is 'Stop the machines, stop the workers,' right? Why did you make the employees come out to greet us? Why stop work? Have you calculated the losses from wasting a whole morning?"

Although Sang Huaiyuan's tone was gentle, it was very stern. There was no smile on his face. The factory director's smile froze instantly, and sweat beaded on his forehead.

He's really been wronged!

He always did this whenever leaders came to guide his work, and they were all very satisfied, praising him for doing a good job. But why is Mayor Sang different from the other leaders?

What should we do now?

The factory director quickly said a few kind words. Sang Huaiyuan also knew that the fault did not lie entirely with the factory director, but mainly with the old, exaggerated style that had been passed down.

Sang Huaiyuan's expression softened. "You must never do these superficial things again. I came here to see your factory in its normal state, not after it's been carefully decorated."

"It was my oversight, it was my fault. I'll have the staff start the machines right away, we'll get started immediately!"

Factory Director Wu dared not delay and immediately instructed the deputy factory director to arrange for production to start as soon as possible, so as not to anger Mayor Sang again!

"Let's visit this workshop first, and look at each one one by one."

Sang Huaiyuan was referring to the workshop that Zhaodi had visited before. It was Workshop 1 of the machinery factory, which mainly contained large-scale precision equipment and was the focus of every visit.

The workers returned to the workshop one after another, and the machines immediately started running. Sang Huaiyuan nodded; these sounds were much more pleasant than the applause and slogans from before.

When the factory manager saw Sang Huaiyuan smile, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and silently wiped away his sweat. Oh my god, he almost had a heart attack!

Next time a leader comes to visit, he must find out the leader's preferences so that he doesn't make the same mistake again!

“Mayor Sang, this vertical milling machining center was imported from the United States five years ago. It cost nearly one million US dollars at the time, and it was the first one of its kind in the country to be introduced…”

Sure enough, the factory director led the leaders straight to the imported machine that the whole factory was proud of. The huge machine stood in the workshop like a mountain, which was very impressive.

A young college student was operating the machine on the workbench. In fact, this machine was not used much. It was only used when milling large cylinders or discs. It was only used five or six times a month at most, and was usually in a resting state.

Today, in order to please the city leaders, the factory director went to great lengths, even bringing some scrapped cylinders for the operators to mill.

Ye Zhiguo and some office staff followed behind, accompanying the tour. Zhao Di was among them. Her heart was in her throat. The two photos were under the workbench, but the operator had kicked them in, leaving only half of them visible. She wondered if the mayor would notice!