"You two sit down first. I'll call your dad and ask him to come back," Wang Chunxiu said with a smile.
"Mom, there's no need to call. Dad's pretty busy with work, isn't he? Let's talk to him after he gets off work."
Sheng Xiping was afraid of interfering with his father-in-law's work, so he stopped him from making the phone call.
"It's nothing, what's he busy with? He's been angry a lot lately. I called him back so we can chat for a while and you can talk to him and give him some advice."
Wang Chunxiu ignored all that and grabbed the phone to call Zhou Mingyuan's office.
Upon hearing that his son-in-law had arrived, Zhou Mingyuan quickly hung up the phone, tidied up, and went home.
"Hey, when did Xiping go back to Songjianghe? How's it going in Shanghai?" Zhou Mingyuan asked as soon as he entered the room.
"Dad, I got home yesterday afternoon. The trade fair in Shanghai went well; it was quite successful."
"After the two trade shows in the capital and Shanghai, we received orders worth nearly two million yuan. There will be several more trade shows coming up, and we expect to receive even more orders," Sheng Xiping replied with a smile.
"Oh, that's really great! Your factory must make a lot of money every year. That's wonderful!" Zhou Mingyuan was overjoyed and kept praising it.
"Sigh, those people up there are so short-sighted, only concerned with immediate interests, and they're always making a mess of things."
Zhou Mingyuan regrets not insisting on jointly running the factory with Sheng Xiping back then; otherwise, with the factory thriving, the bureau would have benefited as well.
"You have no idea how angry I've made these past few days, including some people from other bureaus and even some people in the province."
Zhou Mingyuan had a lot of grievances to vent, and since his son-in-law was here, he had no choice but to vent to him.
"Dad, what's wrong? I just heard Mom say that you've been angry and upset lately. What happened?"
Seeing that his father-in-law had something to say, Sheng Xiping quickly followed suit.
"What's wrong? It's just that little tree falling in the wind, isn't it?" Zhou Mingyuan sighed.
On August 28, 1986, Changbai Mountain was hit by an unprecedented typhoon.
Typhoon No. 15 made landfall in the north and swept across the western and southern slopes of the Changbai Mountain Nature Reserve.
Overnight, more than 10,000 hectares of forest collapsed like wheat fields after a storm, with towering trees lying prostrate on the ground.
The distinct vertical distribution of forest landscapes, including broad-leaved forests, coniferous forests, and mixed coniferous and broad-leaved forests, was ravaged by the disaster.
The once tranquil and peaceful Changbai Mountain was suddenly struck by a disaster that was beyond human control and could not be avoided, causing enormous losses.
"After the typhoon, the provincial department and various forestry bureaus believed that since the trees had fallen and were no longer growing, the resources should not be wasted."
We should organize a team as soon as possible to enter the Changbai Mountain Nature Reserve and clear out the fallen trees.
This will prevent excessive accumulation of fallen trees, which could cause fires, and will also solve many of the forestry bureau's problems.
"Bullshit, pure bullshit." Zhou Mingyuan couldn't help but swear as he said this.
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