"Have you ever studied Du Fu's "Ascend the High"?"

Yang Fengshan could see the meaning behind Si Zhu's expression. He actually didn't need to be pitied.

Without waiting for Silly Zhu's reaction, he smiled and said: "There is a saying: Wanli is always a guest in the sad autumn, and he who has been sick for hundreds of years appears alone on the stage!"

As he spoke, he stamped on the residual snow on his yellow rubber shoes and said: "I am different from Du Zimei, although I also 'hate hardship and hate the frost on my temples'"

"Although I am still in poverty, but with you here, I don't have to stop drinking wine."

After saying this, Shazhu smiled and winked, and pointed to his feet. The pair of yellow rubber shoes he wore in the summer.

After being taken away from the office for examination, he never returned home, and his wife never visited him.

So all he has now are the ones he brought out from the office.

This pair of yellow rubber shoes was given to him when he was assigned to work. It was winter, but no one thought of giving him cotton shoes.

The clothes he wore were made of cotton, but they were very old. The person who was not in charge was afraid that he would freeze to death and take on the responsibility again.

But if he was treated too well, that person would be afraid of offending the current one.

"So you saw it, the worst thing is this"

Yang Fengshan smiled calmly and said: "Wine can warm the stomach, and words can warm the heart. Look at me, I can think of everything."

"When I was in glory, I only trusted one person like you, so it was worth it."

"Is it the idiots from the Logistics Department or the Organization Department?"

Silly Zhu glared and said: "How could they do this to you!"

As he spoke, he was about to take off his cotton shoes and give them to the other party, but Yang Fengshan stopped him.

"Don't look for trouble, that's what I'm telling you."

Yang Fengshan patted Silly Zhu on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry about me. My sweeping the floor is the most valuable thing. If I really go to the hospital, they are more anxious than anyone else!"

"Why is this happening!"

Silly Zhu frowned and said: "Then... Secretary Yang, why...?"

"Shh~ stop talking nonsense!"

Yang Fengshan looked around, pulled Si Zhu's shoulder and warned in a low voice: "Don't mention Secretary Yang again, he is different from me."

"What's the difference!"

Silly Zhu defended Yang Fengshan and asked in a somewhat aggressive tone: "He's not...!"

"It's censorship, not my censorship."

Yang Fengshan sighed at Shazhu's benevolence and patted him on the shoulder and said: "Secretary Yang's personal situation is clear and there is no problem. Even if there is an investigation, it is only for work."

"Okay~"

Seeing that Si Zhu wanted to talk more, Yang Fengshan comforted him: "This is not about conditions, let alone a business, it depends on organizational decisions."

After saying that, he looked at the sun above his head. After a heavy snowfall, the sun was particularly dazzling.

Although it cannot melt the snow covering the ground, it can finally give light and direction to the snow removers.

"I have received your kindness. Go back and thank Li Xuewu for me."

Yang Fengshan paused for a moment before saying this, and then continued: "Tell him that Yang Fengshan has been upright and upright his whole life and will not cause trouble for himself."

"Does this matter have anything to do with Li Xuewu?"

Silly Zhu didn't quite understand what Director Yang said. He asked the other party but didn't answer. He muttered in his heart all morning.

I met Li Xuewu in the canteen at noon. Although his eyes were full of suspicion, he still whispered what Director Yang said.

Li Xuewu didn't seem to hear him, so he turned around and went upstairs, leaving Si Zhu confused for a while.

Yang Fengshan is a smart man, he can see clearly at a glance, and he can see clearly that the wind is wind and the rain is rain.

Li Huaide, Jing Yunong and their party came back before get off work on Wednesday afternoon. The preparation bell had been rung at that time, so the management committee office was not prepared for the meeting.

Ding Zigui can be unprepared, but Wang Zongli cannot be unprepared.

But surprisingly, only Ding Zigui and Li Xuewu came to greet them on the platform of the dispatching workshop.

Ding Zigui was surprised to see Li Xuewu coming alone, and Li Xuewu was also surprised to see him coming alone.

The two looked at each other in silence and smoked a cigarette before picking up Li Huaide and others.

Li Xuewu clearly remembered that when the door of the green leather carriage was opened, Director Li's expression was very calm.

Deputy Director Jing, on the other hand, frowned and glanced at the two of them, but said nothing more.

Ding Zigui knew something was wrong, but he didn't dare to smooth things over for fear of missing the mark and getting slapped in the face.

So I kept poking at Li Xuewu. What can Li Xuewu say? Welcome home.

He would like to report to Director Li on his work over the past few days, and also listen to Director Li's bragging.

But obviously, he and Ding Zigui were the only ones on the platform, and Director Li was not in the mood.

Ding Zigui is the director of the Management Committee Office. He knows everything about Yangcheng's return. Li Xuewu is the general person in charge of the economic and trade project. He knows everything Li Huaide doesn't know.

So even if we are bragging, we are bragging to the factory leadership, to the comrades in the agency, and to these two idiots.

The leader was in a bad mood, but the members of the exhibition and sales team were homesick.

The main reason is to return to the snowy hometown from the warm south. This night trip in brocade clothes is not possible.

So, they didn't care about the leader's face and whether they got off the car or not, they just held a commendation meeting and a welcome meeting, and ran home one by one carrying luggage as high as one person.

This is also the time to get off work, and there are many people on the road. If you don’t show your colleagues what you have gained from your business trip, wouldn’t your trip to Yangcheng be in vain?

Li Xuewu thought that the leader was unhappy and was not allowed to leave work early to play early if he had something to do, so he rolled up the curtain and left the court.

Unexpectedly, Li Huaide specifically called his name and told him not to leave. He would take a bus back because he had something to talk about.

The key is that Jing Yunong didn't leave either, and got into Li Huaide's car together.

Li Haiyang was so smart. Seeing Director Ding's pale face at that time, they gathered together and whispered a few words, and even handed over the gift brought back from Yangcheng. This was able to resolve the embarrassment at the station.

Li Huaide really didn't save any face for him, and calling Li Xuewu didn't mean to protect or favor anyone.

Ding Zigui was left out in the cold because he was the head of the management committee and he was primarily responsible for what happened today.

Although Li Xuewu was also the deputy director of the Management Committee Office, he was in name only and his office was not in the same place. Even if he complained, it was just a few words on the way back.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Being named by Li Huaide, Ding Zigui knew that Li Xuewu's situation was not necessarily better than his own.

The leader won a great victory in Yangcheng and ate the leftovers at home. He said that he would be so angry that he would die if he touched them.

In fact, it was not bad. Li Xuewu took the initiative to greet him and made preparations at the guest house in advance. What Li Huaide ate was not just leftovers.

No one spoke at the dinner table, and no one drank. After the meal, a few people went upstairs and dispersed around ten o'clock.

When he came out of the guest house last night, Li Xuerong was hissing. He was afraid of causing trouble to his boss, and he was afraid that he would trouble his mother and sister-in-law when he went home, so he went to his second brother's house together.

On the way, the brother and sister brought up the matter of Yangcheng and the situation in the capital. Li Xuewu inevitably had to give his sister a lesson in political governance.

Just this morning, when most employees in the factory were clearing snow in the subcontracted area, a management committee working meeting was held on the third floor of the main office building.

Li Xuewu attended the meeting as the deputy director of the Management Committee Office and the person in charge of economics and trade. The same deputy director and factory leaders sat together to study and discuss the current work of the steel rolling mill.

Work related to organizational spirit, factory production, engineering logistics, investment and construction projects, etc. were reviewed one by one.

In the end, it was Wei Zaike who was present at the meeting and submitted the censorship report on Yang Fengshan.

Note that in the notification, Yang Fengshan did not have a title in front of his name, and there was no comrade at the end of his name.

So, when Sha Zhu was still confused, as soon as he got to work at noon, all the bulletin boards in the factory, including the one at the door of their cafeteria, were posted with black and white words.

"Censorship Notice Regarding Yang Fengshan":...In view of the fact that Yang Fengshan personally...transferred Yang Fengshan from the steel rolling mill...

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"Director Yang has been transferred?!"

"It's true. I saw it downstairs just now."

Gu Cheng, also known as San'er, held a stack of documents in his hand, scolded Peng Xiaoli, and motioned to go to the office to talk.

Peng Xiaoli frowned and glanced at the corridor. Due to the snow removal in the morning, everyone had snow and mud on their feet.

The temperature in this building is very high, so the corridor is in a mess, the steam is steaming, and it smells like dirt.

He scratched his somewhat messy hair, walked into the house and closed the door, all at once.

I am so cautious, sometimes because I am afraid of being seen by others, and sometimes I am afraid of being seen by others.

"What the hell?!"

Gu Cheng glanced at the ashtray on his desk and was so excited.

There are various documents piled up in the small office, and there are rows of notebooks on the small cabinets.

The key is that this room smells like a pickled cabbage vat!

How could there be a sauerkraut vat in the office?
To be continued...