Chapter 284 already stated it's about the Three Kingdoms: Who will make the move?
The early spring sunshine in Shanghai was so bright and clear that it felt so comforting that one almost wanted to snore like a cat.
Wang Xiao didn't snore, but her posture was quite relaxed.
In broad daylight, while her subordinates were all busy as spinning tops, she was basking in the sun, playing chess with Lyuba.
Uh, not Go, which involves strategic planning, but Gomoku, a game that even kindergarten children can enjoy together.
There's no way around it; her intelligence is what it is. She can't possibly play Go with someone while also acting as a teacher to answer their questions.
Yes, yes, those two honest kids, Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao, slept like logs last night, without a single dream.
But after getting up in the morning and having breakfast, the two thought about it again and still felt that it wouldn't work. They had to figure out why the boss said it wasn't "Dream of the Red Chamber" but "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
So the two of them went to ask Lyuba, only to be met with a disdainful look from the young lady.
She's a Russian, she's never even read China's Four Great Classical Novels, how would she know?
After saying that, they had no one else to ask besides the boss.
Then the two underachievers, gritting their teeth, took the initiative to go to the teacher's door.
Teachers are always willing to be more tolerant of students, no matter how slow they are, as long as they are willing to learn.
Wang Xiao, playing black, started by making a diagonal two-in-a-row move. He then said slowly, "There's no need to talk about 'Plum Blossom Mark,' let's skip it."
"When you think of 'Dream of the Red Chamber,' you probably picture 'either the east wind prevails over the west wind, or the west wind prevails over the east wind.' It's about the power struggle between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, right?"
Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao were startled. Although they weren't particularly smart, their survival instincts had never disappeared, and they would never so blatantly provoke their boss.
So they shook their heads vigorously without hesitation, refusing to admit it no matter what.
That's not true; neither of them had ever thought of it that way.
Wang Xiao glanced at the two of them leisurely, a half-smile on his face: "That's right, because it wasn't me fighting with Secretary Fang in the first place. Why would I fight with a leader? It's just making trouble out of nothing."
The two were incredibly timid, not even daring to raise their heads.
With a "snap," the chess piece landed on the board, forming a triangular tripod.
"The Three Kingdoms refer to me, Secretary Fang, and the Zhao family."
Oh, I see. Whether it's Wu Haoyu or Zhao Xiuzhi, they're both at the kids' table, not worth mentioning.
Wang Xiao's slender white fingers pinched a black piece and placed it on the chessboard, forming a lightning bolt pattern. A spring breeze carrying the fragrance of magnolia blossoms wafted by, and when the sunlight shone upon it, it was quite invigorating.
"The Three Kingdoms period, from ancient times to the present, has always been the same. Today I ally with you, tomorrow I ally with him."
"The Zhao family arranged for Zhao Xiuzhi to study in Japan in order to form an alliance with the Wu family, represented by Secretary Fang."
"The Zhao family feels that, as the woman's family, we have already humbled ourselves so much. It is said that when a daughter is married off, one should bow one's head and when a son is married off, and the choice is still in the hands of the man's family. You shouldn't have torn off the relationship so badly, you can't just kick her out."
"Moreover, Secretary Fang is also a woman, so you should be more understanding of the difficulties women face in marriage and relationships."
"If Secretary Fang were to prioritize elegance, dignity, and democracy over acting like the Queen Mother of the West and tacitly allow Zhao Xiuzhi to go to Japan to find Wu Haoyu, then even if the two don't end up together, it would still appear quite ambiguous to outsiders. It's very possible that the two families will form an alliance in the next step."
"This is exactly the effect the Zhao family wants."
"This makes outsiders think that the two families have a good chance of forming an alliance. In this way, those who originally wanted to take advantage of his illness will think twice before acting and dare not act rashly."
Both bodyguards gasped in shock, their eyes glued to the chessboard—in the next move, White could create a double triple kill.
They initially thought the Zhao family was incredibly stupid, practically pushing their daughter into a fire pit.
So, those people who rise to high positions are all very strategic, planning three steps ahead for every one they take. Whether they succeed or not, her family won't lose out.
As for Zhao Xiuzhi's reputation, well, the emperor's daughter has no trouble finding a husband.
As long as the Zhao family holds a high position, there are plenty of privileged sons-in-law who would beg and plead to become their sons-in-law.
With a "snap," another black stone landed on the board, gaining the upper hand and creating a four-three kill, forcing the white stones to abandon their own double three-kill and come over to surround and block.
Wang Xiao sighed softly: "The Zhao family made a big mistake; they misjudged Secretary Fang."
"Secretary Fang, she is first and foremost a politician. She values political interests more than personal feelings."
"Martial arts novels tell us that there are four types of people you shouldn't mess with when you're in the martial arts world: the elderly, children, women, and the disabled. Because in the martial arts world, if you're not powerful, you won't get ahead at all."
"The same applies to female officials in the officialdom."
"Historical empress dowagers could also play dumb to deceive others. They would bring the young emperor to court, cry about their ancestors and family laws, and lament that they, as orphans and widows, had been bullied."
"But female officials can't use this tactic. To be in charge, especially an outsider, they often have to be even more ruthless. Otherwise, they simply can't control their subordinates."
"If Secretary Fang had tolerated what the Zhao family did, outsiders wouldn't have thought she was enduring humiliation and playing a long game. Instead, they would have thought she was easy to bully and that she was just a woman, too soft-hearted or too thin-skinned."
“Secretary Fang has only been in charge of Jiangdong for less than a year. Once this impression is formed, it will be very difficult for her to continue her work.”
“Others are not afraid of her, but when it comes to getting things done, they dare to make excuses, dawdle, and hinder the progress of the work.”
"Throughout history, there has never been a leader who has been sidelined and rendered powerless."
"How could Secretary Fang allow himself to fall into such a predicament?"
Another black piece landed on the board with a "thud," completing a five-piece sequence.
Wang Xiao smiled slightly: "So, the Zhao family's scheme is not to form an alliance, but to make enemies."
The two bodyguards felt they had finally understood the intricacies of the situation, and they couldn't help but gloat: "The Zhao family has been busy for so long, but it's all for nothing."
As Wang Xiao put away the chess pieces, he looked at the two bodyguards with the gaze of a teacher looking at a struggling student, almost with pity: "Was it all for nothing?"
"If the scheme fails, what loss would it bring to the Zhao family?"
"If there's no loss, what's there to be afraid of? Why can't we plan for the next time?"
"It's not the theft itself that's scary, it's the thief's eye on you. Even the wisest person can make a mistake. If you can dodge this time, can you really dodge the next?"
On the empty chessboard, she began the second game: "A single punch can prevent a hundred more. The Zhao family, or rather Zhao Xiuzhi, is now the chicken used to scare the monkey."
The two bodyguards looked at each other, then turned to look at their boss.
It mainly comes down to how each circle has its own way of getting along.
They saw these officials as people who hated each other to the core, but they couldn't possibly fight each other like they did in the military.
Especially since both Secretary Fang and Zhao Xiuzhi are women, their limited imaginations simply cannot fathom how Secretary Fang would kill this chicken.
For a moment, their minds were filled with all sorts of thoughts, and all the Hong Kong movies they had ever seen were vying for attention.
Wang Xiao smiled and said, "Don't overthink it. If Secretary Fang takes action, it must be in accordance with the rules. Only by doing what you want to do within the framework of rules and regulations can an official be considered capable."
But these words were so mysterious that they left the two of them even more baffled.
Wang Xiao said as if talking to himself, "Zhao Xiuzhi's official position should still be in Jiangdong."
These words were still nonsensical, and Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao really didn't know how to respond.
Even Ivanov, who had always upheld the principle of "a true gentleman observes a game without speaking" from beginning to end, couldn't help but sigh.
Alright, alright, you two should just go and practice your boxing. Since you're still looking completely clueless after all this, there's no need for you to understand.
I bet they still don't even know who the monkey is.
Hei Zi intercepted and made a counter-triple kill. Wang Xiao lowered his expectations and said softly, "I'm telling you this so that you can learn from the Zhao family's lesson. Don't offend people to death and then be oblivious, smug and thinking you've gained a great advantage."
The two nodded and quickly reflected on whether they were just as foolish as they were without realizing it.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the sun disappeared without anyone noticing.
Wang Xiao glanced out the window, holding a chess piece in his hand, and let out a long sigh: "The world is about to change."
The sunlight in Jinning City was fleeting.
The drizzle on the street is as soft as butter, and the spring rain in February is as precious as oil. All things are revived, and everywhere you look, there is vitality.
But the meeting room of the Standing Committee of the Jiangdong Provincial Party Committee was like a crematorium.
The long walnut table in the conference room reflected the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, like a pool of stagnant water, reflecting Secretary Fang's face, which was as black as the bottom of a pot.
She slammed the file folder heavily on the table, laughing angrily, "Fine, very well! I don't know whether Zhao Xiuzhi is a cadre from Jiangdong or a cadre from a ministry in Beijing? Is the organizational structure and staffing of the Jiangdong Youth Federation so lax that Beijing can just issue a secondment letter and transfer her away? Where exactly is her organizational affiliation?"
Li Guohua, chairman of the provincial youth federation, was left looking humiliated after being confronted to his face.
How was he supposed to answer? The file clearly stated that Zhao Xiuzhi's organizational affiliation in Jiangdong had not yet been cancelled.
He could only laugh it off: "Sending young cadres abroad to learn advanced experiences is also a way to cultivate talent for Jiangdong. Comrade Xiao Zhao is a key talent that the regiment is cultivating, so there are precedents for being flexible in the secondment process."
Secretary Fang sneered: "People from the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League? People sent for training on February 15th, and February isn't even over yet and they're already people from the Central Committee of the Communist Youth League? The training program for young cadres doesn't end until the end of March. Minister Chen, has the Organization Department of Jiangdong Province changed its name to Zhao?"
The Organization Minister was clearly much calmer than the young Youth Federation Chairman, and his response was fluent: "The Central Committee of the Communist Youth League values Comrade Zhao's abilities and specially approved his transfer. This is an affirmation of our cadre training work in Jiangdong. According to Article 7 of the 'Regulations on Cadre Exchange,' in emergency situations, a temporary transfer can be arranged..."
He cited regulations, and Secretary Fang pulled out a document and threw it on the table: "Formal inter-provincial transfers must be approved by the Organization Department of the province of origin with a 'Letter of Request for Transfer of Cadres,' and filed with the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee. It seems I'm not a member of the Standing Committee; I didn't even know about this!"
Her gaze swept around the room, her face frosty: "Beijing keeps people, Jiangdong keeps their souls, you're drawing salaries from both sides! We just cleaned up a batch last year, and now you're already impatient again? How heavy is the burden on our people? Ten farmers might not be able to support one cadre! You're not content with just sucking the blood dry from the people, you're going to bleed them dry!"
She slammed her hand on the table: "Public officials transferred across provinces applying for government-sponsored overseas study must have a joint 'Political Review Opinion' issued by their original unit (the province they are transferring from) and their current unit (the province they are transferring to), and their employment status must be cancelled by the organization department of the province they are transferring from. I know nothing about Comrade Zhao Xiuzhi's overseas study, and I haven't signed anything about it!"
"Now I want to ask you, who exactly went through this procedure? Chairman Li, Minister Chen, please answer my question!"
The top leader lost his temper in public, and the meeting became tense and ended badly.
Li Guohua's face was as long as a donkey's. He angrily kicked open his office door, panting heavily as if he were working a bellows.
“No, is there something wrong with her?” He turned his head and complained to the Organization Minister, “This is the usual practice. Isn’t it normal to make up the procedures? Last year, Zhang’s family went to the United States in the same way, didn’t they? And they even canceled their positions? They don’t even give the Zhao family this much face? It’s such a small thing, but they’re making a big fuss like the sky is falling.”
The shrewd and experienced Minister Chen, while playing with the rosewood bracelet in his hand, comforted him, saying, "Oh dear, my comrade, don't be angry, don't be angry."
As he spoke, he lowered his voice: "Isn't this how it is when a woman is in charge? She values a government job, she feels that her mother-in-law's status isn't up to par, so she wants to fight back, she wants to use her daughter-in-law as a stepping stone, and she's going to compete with her in-laws."
Li Guohua also sneered, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
The Zhao family's plan to send Zhao Xiuzhi to study in Japan was based on the idea of acting first and informing later, and they definitely had to bypass Secretary Fang.
The cooperation between myself and Minister Chen and others was tacit, and it was all a slap in the face to that woman surnamed Fang.
A mother who can't even control her own son—how can she be expected to manage Jiangdong Province as a Party Secretary?
Go back and take good care of the children! It's not her place to interfere in Jiangdong's small territory.
Li Guohua snorted and said contemptuously, "Feeling guilty, huh? Back then, when Old Wu promoted her as a female cadre, it was to liberate her thinking. Now, she's liberated her thinking to her own home."
Minister Chen smiled, slowly twirling the prayer beads in his hand, and said meaningfully, "That's different. This is a proper daughter-in-law from a high-class family, her starting point is different from hers."
Li Guohua sneered, "She was just lucky to be in that situation back then. Otherwise, how could she possibly have entered the Wu family now?"
The two women exchanged a smile and reached the same conclusion: Women, they can only rely on nepotism; their minds are smaller than a pinhead.
"Don't be angry, let's go play some ping-pong later to calm down."
"Exactly. She's all talk and no action, making a mountain out of a molehill. Why bother arguing with her?"
Laughter filled the office again.
The two brothers left the room one after the other, then went downstairs to their car, preparing to go to the cadre sanatorium to play ping-pong.
Perfect timing, I'll also give a report to my former leaders.
But when they got into the car, there was more than just the driver inside.
A man in uniform and a peaked cap presented a document, his face expressionless: "Comrade Chen Zhiguo, Comrade Li Guohua, please cooperate with the investigation."
With a loud crack, thunder rumbled, and the drizzle that had been light began to fall heavily.
The rain continued until dusk, showing no signs of stopping.
In the cadre building of Jinning Steel Plant, Director Lu stood on the balcony, slowly pruning roses.
The sound of footsteps approached from afar, and a middle-aged man came running in, panting heavily.
He is Lu Fengyan, the factory director's son.
On a rainy day, he ran all the way here, his face turning blue, red, and white, making everyone who saw him anxious for him.
He spoke urgently, "Dad, things have changed in Jiangdong. People from the Organization Department and the Youth Federation have all been placed under investigation."
The Youth Federation is fine, it's just a showy department. But the Organization Department is different; not just anyone can get involved in its territory.
Factory Director Lu continued pruning the withered branches and leaves at a leisurely pace, saying slowly, "Oh, spring is here, it's time to get started. Look, it's just like the roses. You can't prune them in winter, but you must do it in spring."
Lu Fengyan was speechless. The situation in Jiangdong had changed so much, yet his father still had the mind to talk about roses.
Why not grow some expensive flowers? Just get a rose; they're everywhere, they can grow anywhere.
He anxiously pressed, "Dad, what do you think will happen to the situation in Jiangdong?"
"How will things change? It's either the East Wind prevails over the West Wind, or the West Wind prevails over the East Wind." Director Lu sneered. "These people in Jiangdong are too individualistic, sticking together like a bunch of idiots. They think they can sideline the paratroopers and believe that a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Now, it's hard to say who's actually suppressing whom."
He slowly cut off a leaf: "Tell me, what exactly is the reason for the double regulation?"
It's really hard to say about this. Because of the "double regulation" (a form of internal party discipline), it won't be made public until the final investigation is completed and the charges are determined. Only then will an announcement be made.
So, Lu Fengyan heard the news through the grapevine: "I heard it was because Zhao Xiuzhi's study abroad in Japan didn't go through Secretary Fang's hands. Secretary Fang felt he had been tricked, so he got angry and took action directly."
He didn't seem to take it seriously when he said that.
Women are women after all; is she going through menopause? They actually made a huge fuss over some trivial, messy family matter, even causing a scene at the provincial party committee meeting.
Factory Director Lu glanced at his son, shook his head, and felt incredibly fortunate.
Fortunately, I recognized reality early on and didn't force someone to rise to the top.
With such limited knowledge, if you actually went up there, you wouldn't even know how you died even if you were skinned alive.
Secretary Fang's actions were not abusing her power for private gain; she was clearly using her private interests for public purposes.
You think I'm a menopausal woman going crazy and being petty? Fine, I'll take this opportunity to lash out. No matter who tries to stop me or advises me to prioritize the bigger picture, it's no use.
Who can stop a woman who's gone mad?
Besides, I'm just talking about the rules, so who dares to say I'm violating regulations?
You think I'm just throwing a tantrum and venting my frustrations? By the time you realize what's happening, the provincial organization department, your trump card, will be gone!
The issue of illegal overseas study is a major problem that has drawn widespread public resentment.
How much does it cost to support a student studying abroad on government scholarships? A hundred ordinary people couldn't afford to support one student studying abroad on government scholarships.
Now that government-sponsored scholarships have become a privilege for young masters and ladies, how can ordinary people not resent and complain?
The government is also cracking down on this behavior.
Secretary Fang's actions now are, in a way, an expression of loyalty, demonstrating his firm support for the central government's decision.
At this critical juncture, this attitude is extremely important.
Economic reforms will inevitably harm the interests of some people. Local governments obeying the central government's overall plan means being obedient.
The more Director Lu thought about it, the more interesting it seemed. After all, she was a female leader who had fought her way up from among men, and her ability to see the right moment and seize opportunities was indeed a cut above the rest.
The cadres in Jiangdong suffered from underestimating the enemy and being arrogant; they'll be badly hurt if they don't die this time.
Seeing his father remain silent and lost in thought, Lu Fengyan asked anxiously, "Dad, what's going to happen?"
"So what? What does this have to do with us?" Director Lu seemed to never finish pruning this pot of roses. He started carefully trimming the leaves again. "Remember, we are a steel factory, not the provincial party committee."
Lu Fengyan grew anxious: "Then are we just going to do nothing?"
"How could that be?" Director Lu laughed. "It's a matter of 'one move affects the whole situation.' Secretary Fang has already expressed his support for the Central Committee. Our steel plant must support Secretary Fang's decision."
He nodded his chin, gesturing to his son: "Bring the newspaper from the table."
What newspaper? A Hong Kong tabloid, I suppose.
Such as the Four Young Masters and the Four Princesses.
How did Director Lu get this kind of newspaper? Wang Tiejun must have brought it over.
He was heartbroken and went directly to the leaders, suggesting that Jinning Steel Plant must learn from Shougang's mistakes and never allow the children of its cadres to become arrogant, extravagant, and dissolute playboys.
Look at Zhou Beifang. Reporters have investigated thoroughly; one of his houses is worth tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars. Reporters know he owns at least three such houses in Hong Kong.
Going abroad costs money like water, something that even foreign big bosses can only dream of.
Whose money is being spent? The country's money, and the hard-earned money of Shougang employees.
Lu Fengyan still remembers how heartbroken Wang Tiejun and Chen Yanqiu were at the time, repeatedly emphasizing that there were still 80 million people in our country who were not getting enough to eat or wear.
If all the children of cadres were raised to be like Zhou Beifang, then these 80 million people would surely rise up in rebellion.
As veteran Party members and cadres of the steel plant, they must learn from the virtuous and reflect on their own shortcomings when they see the unvirtuous. Taking Shougang as a warning, they should reflect on whether Jinning Steel Plant has the same problems, and whether it will one day embarrass itself in Hong Kong newspapers.
Lu Fengyan also felt that Zhou Beifang had gone too far.
He was also the son of the steel mill's top manager, but he didn't even own a villa in Jinning, let alone one in Hong Kong. The apartment the factory allocated to him was just a two-bedroom unit, barely enough for his family of three.
He wanted to talk about his dad, to see how he was a parent, and then to see how he was a parent. No wonder he was a pioneer of reform.
"What kind of expression is that?" Director Lu said with a half-smile. "He should only take on what he can handle. He's not worthy of his position, that's a disaster! Does he think he can protect his son forever? He can't even protect himself."
Who is this "he"? Of course, it's the top leader of Shougang Group, the famous reform pioneer Secretary Zhou.
Lu Fengyan was taken aback and looked at his father in astonishment. What did that mean?
How high is Shougang's status? Let's put it this way: despite the negative portrayal in Hong Kong tabloids, the reality is that those who follow Zhou Beifang around like underlings and are bossed around are all high-ranking officials whose parents are prominent leaders.
Otherwise, you wouldn't even be qualified to fawn over someone else.
For China's steel industry, Shougang is an even more revered figure, and countless steel mills want to learn from it and get a share of the profits.
Factory Director Lu muttered to himself, "If our Jinning Steel Plant had the status of Shougang, would the Zhao family dare to order me around with just a phone call?"
What the hell!
No matter what, Wang Xiao is still the daughter of the deputy director of Jinning Steel Plant.
The Zhao family looked down on her, thinking they could easily manipulate her; that meant they looked down on Jinning Steel Plant.
If he were to fawn over the Zhao family, it would mean that he himself considers himself a worthless nobody.
Lu Fengyan blinked, unable to follow his father's train of thought: "Shougang, what happened to Shougang?"
"We've expanded too much, made too many mistakes, and offended too many people." Director Lu trimmed the last withered leaf and shook his head. "Challenging the Ministry of Finance shows a lack of understanding of their own position. The Party commands the gun. This is a principle that can never be violated."
Lu Fengyan frowned: "Dad, do you mean Shougang?"
Factory Director Lu sighed, picked out the longest branch, and said regretfully, "There's nothing I can do. If a branch is too long, it has to be pruned. Otherwise, how will other new buds grow?"
His son is, after all, a cadre who grew up in a steel factory and is now middle-aged; he shouldn't be so dense as to not understand this.
Who is the excessively long branch? Shougang Group.
How much business and export quotas did Shougang steal from other steel mills?
When it comes to Shougang, isn't everyone both envious and furious?
Take the railway orders that Jinning Steel Plant is desperately trying to secure right now, for example. With Shougang in the picture, they have no chance at all.
Lu Fengyan felt a surge of excitement mixed with doubt: "Dad, Secretary Zhou is no ordinary person."
The fact that he can make so many leaders suffer setbacks, yet still have to swallow their pride, only proves how formidable he is.
With a "snip," the long branch was severed.
Factory Director Lu smiled slightly: "But he has a son who's holding him back. Three apartments in Hong Kong, he couldn't have gotten them all through his own abilities. When Secretary Zhou meets foreign clients, he only brings this precious son with him."
Lu Fengyan still felt at a loss: "We can't do anything with just a newspaper. Hong Kong reporters are willing to write anything."
"Wrong, the point isn't the newspaper, it's who delivered it to us." Director Lu put down the shears, looking at the roses he had just trimmed with satisfaction. "That's the key."
Without hesitation, Lu Fengyan said, "Deputy Factory Director Wang? Oh, Dad, you're not counting on him, are you? He's a good man, but Dad, how can you expect him to do something like this?"
Factory Director Lu picked up a rag, wiped the dirt off his hands, and sighed again: "Where did Old Wang get the newspaper? It's from Xiaoxiao, General Manager Wang!"
How envious I am! Even the worst bamboo produces excellent shoots.
Old Wang and Old Chen, those two simpletons, actually managed to raise such a shrewd girl.
I don't consider myself stupid, but the son I raised... well, I'd rather not be content with what I have, at least he's not a troublesome son like Zhou Beifang.
Lu Yanfeng suddenly realized: "Oh, so it's about having Wang Xiao do it! That's fine, she's really capable."
Factory Director Lu's earlier relief vanished, replaced by a strong urge to smack his son's head: "You've got it backwards! Expecting her to step in? Why did she bring the newspaper to your father's face? She's the one who wants us to take action!"
Lu Fengyan blurted out, "Why would we offend Shougang? What good would it do us?"
As soon as he said it, he realized he had made a foolish mistake.
Yes, the Zhou family is in trouble, but the benefit goes to the Jinning Steel Plant.
The company trying to snatch orders from Shougang is Jinning Steel Plant!
He panicked for a moment: "Dad, I...we can take down Shougang?"
Good heavens! This is insane.
Factory Director Lu shook his head: "It's not just us, it's also Secretary Fang."
Lu Fengyan was confused again: "What does this have to do with Secretary Fang?"
"How can Secretary Fang be excluded?" Director Lu wiped the dirt off his hands, one finger at a time. "The central government intervenes, taxes are divided, and our lives are hard, but the provincial government's are even harder. They want us to grab orders, increase business to make money, and pay more taxes. Shouldn't the province help us?"
Lu Fengyan barely understood: now it was their Jinning Steel Plant and Secretary Fang who were teaming up to deal with Shougang.
“Wrong!” Director Lu corrected his son’s misconception. “We are helping Shougang and our brother company. Shougang belongs to the country and all its employees, not to the Zhou family.”
Lu Fengyan chuckled inwardly. Who was that person who just said they wanted to snatch up the orders?
He didn't dare offend his father, so he could only skip the topic: "What is Wang Xiao after? Shougang didn't offend her, so why is she so righteous?"
He didn't believe it was for the Jinning Steel Plant.
If it were truly for the factory's sake, why would she build houses for farmers in Jiangbei without taking materials from the factory?
"Who knows?" Director Lu said casually, already flipping through his phone book. "Maybe Shougang is making chips, and she's making chips too, so she's trying to undermine her competitor in advance."
Who cares? Nobody does anything that doesn't benefit them.
He wanted to get the benefits, so naturally he wouldn't stop others.
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