He's going to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, not somewhere else.
Jiang Sheng was holding a hat and a mask, covering himself up completely. Coupled with his mature attire, even if his two older sisters were standing in front of him, they probably wouldn't recognize him.
Jiang Sheng waited not far from the entrance of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He glanced at the large clock displayed at the entrance.
It's only 3 p.m. now, and there are still more than three hours until the factory closes for the day.
Jiang Sheng wasn't in a hurry. Dressed in his current attire, he went directly to a teahouse near the factory.
In order to obtain the sealing machine, he now has to comply with Lin Jiafu's request to confirm the true relationship between him and the so-called nephew of Liu Shanshu.
To get the sealing machine, you still need to cultivate a good relationship with Liu Shanshu, your nephew.
Upon entering the teahouse, Jiang Sheng ordered a pot of tea.
I had barely sat down when I saw someone else walk in from the teahouse entrance.
It was a little past three o'clock, and the elderly men, having nothing to do, were mostly chatting and talking in the teahouse.
There were also storytellers inside the teahouse, making it quite lively.
The fan creaked and groaned, evoking a sense of nostalgia from the 1980s.
"Young man, is anyone here?"
The young man who had just walked in from the teahouse looked around and found that only Jiang Sheng was sitting alone, so he walked up to him.
"No."
Jiang Sheng shook his head, and the other person gave him an apologetic smile and sat down opposite him.
Jiang Sheng sipped her tea while looking toward the center of the stage.
"Young man, you look so young," the man glanced at the briefcase next to Jiang Sheng and chatted with him, "Where do you work?"
Jiang Sheng then looked away and saw that the person in front of him was wearing a trendy outfit made of Dacron material, which suggested that he came from a well-off family.
And the fountain pen clipped to his breast pocket clearly indicates that he is an intellectual.
Jiang Sheng had a slight interest, but didn't think too much about it, and simply said, "I work at a canning factory now."
"Oh, so you're a worker."
The man nodded, took out his briefcase, and pulled out a stack of manuscript paper.
"Excuse me, would you mind if I sat here and wrote something?"
Jiang Sheng shook his head indifferently: "Go ahead, it's fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately noticed a line of words printed at the top of the manuscript.
——“Official website manuscript of Yanjing City”.
His pupils contracted slightly for a moment, and he subtly raised his head to give the young man in front of him a serious look.
The young man in front of me was well-dressed, with a refined smile on his face, and looked to be around twenty-two years old.
Based on his hand gestures and speech, it is clear that the person in front of me has received a good upbringing and family education.
An idea immediately formed in his mind, and he secretly glanced at what the person had written out of the corner of his eye.
"If I were a gust of wind..."
He understood instantly.
It turns out this intellectual is also a poetry enthusiast!
It's just poetry, isn't it? He can do it with ease!
Using the poem as a starting point, Jiang Sheng coughed softly.
"Sir, I see you are writing poetry. Do you also study poetry?"
The man looked up, his eyes lighting up: "Also? Could it be that young brother is also interested in poetry?"
"I wouldn't say I'm particularly interested," Jiang Sheng said with a modest smile. "I'm just a poetry enthusiast."
"That's wonderful! I've met a kindred spirit!"
The man quickly handed over the manuscript paper: "Could you please take a look and see if there's anything I didn't write well? Your corrections are welcome!"
Jiang Sheng took the manuscript and read it from beginning to end.
“They’re all pretty good,” Jiang Sheng nodded reasonably, then pointed to one of the spots: “I think if the word ‘blowing’ were replaced with ‘pacifying,’ it would sound more evocative. What do you think?”
"Brilliant!"
The man was overjoyed and began a lively discussion with Jiang Sheng about poetry.
The conversation went on until six o'clock in the evening.
Even at the very end, the man was still filled with lingering emotions and sighs.
"I never expected your poetry to flow so smoothly and have such profound meaning. I truly admire you!"
The man smiled sincerely and took the initiative to introduce himself to the other party.
"Hello, my name is Liu Zhiwei, and I live in this neighborhood next door. What about you?"
Liu Zhiwei?
Jiang Sheng didn't think too much about it at first, but when he thought about the content printed on the manuscript paper, his mind started to wander.
“My name is Jiang Sheng, and I work in a cannery. I can see that Mr. Liu is quick-witted, and his family education must be excellent.”
"No, no."
Liu Zhiwei smiled modestly: "My mother is a teacher and my father is a doctor. Our family is just an ordinary family."
"But I see..."
Jiang Sheng pointed to the printed part of the manuscript paper, his face full of surprise and admiration: "Mr. Liu has such manuscript paper, I think there must be someone in your family who is an official. I really admire you!"
Liu Zhiwei in front of him seemed to be a simple-minded person, so Jiang Sheng didn't need to worry about being discovered while trying to get information out of him, and spoke without any restraint.
“These are my uncle’s papers. My uncle is a section chief. His family is much more powerful than ours. These are the manuscript papers my uncle gave me.”
It really was Liu Shanshu!
With a smile on his face, Jiang Sheng spoke more sincerely: "It's fate that we met here. If Mr. Liu is willing, I will come to the teahouse from time to time. We can study poetry together again when we have the chance!"
"no problem!"
It's like someone brings you a pillow when you're sleepy. After chatting happily with Liu Zhiwei, Jiang Sheng saw him off and felt much more relaxed.
He originally planned to start by targeting Lin Jiafu after the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill closed for the day.
Unexpectedly, I met Liu Zhiwei, Liu Shanshu's nephew, today by a twist of fate.
This was an unexpected surprise, and also a lifeline that allowed him to seize the opportunity.
Although Liu Zhiwei had left, Jiang Sheng did not.
Instead, they quietly followed Liu Zhiwei into an upscale residential area.
The neighborhood wasn't very safe at the time, so Jiang Sheng easily followed him inside.
As soon as they entered, they saw Liu Zhiwei greeting a portly man. After the greeting, the fat man rode a bicycle, looked around furtively, and then sneaked out of the neighborhood.
Jiang Sheng had some doubts.
Could this be Director Liu, Liu Shanshu?
Just as he was not quite sure, a passing resident greeted him warmly.
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