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Chapter 90, Section 89: Seizing the Opportunity
Han Mingqian reiterated the two key points of "independently conceiving the outline framework" and "core skeleton," emphasizing, "I believe he can handle it and do a good job!"

A sharp glint flashed in Zhao Guodong's eyes, revealing a hint of understanding and intense interest.

He later reviewed the outline closely and found it to be robust, logically sound, and progressively structured. At the time, he thought Zhou Bingsheng had overseen the process or provided the main ideas, but he never expected that this young man had completed the foundation independently.

This is quite unexpected.

He placed Yang Guangming in the secretariat because he valued his quick thinking and steady work style, intending to hone his skills under Han Mingqian's supervision as a strategic move for the future.

He didn't limit himself to the secretarial team when it came to choosing his full-time secretary; he even considered transferring a knowledgeable and skilled writer from the technical department.

But at this moment, Han Mingqian's strong assurance, the proof of the outline's ability, plus Zhou Bingsheng's "strong recommendation" and "confidence" endorsement at this critical juncture—Zhao Guodong knew the weight of this endorsement perfectly well.

Zhou Bingsheng would not easily make such a judgment about a person!

Multiple factors combined to cause a decisive shift in Zhao Guodong's mindset.

If this kid is really as they say, possessing both a flexible approach and a steady work ethic, as well as such solid writing skills...

The option of having someone as your full-time secretary suddenly jumped from a vague possibility to the most attractive and seemingly most suitable choice.

He needs a young man who is both literate and skilled in martial arts, knows how to conduct himself appropriately, and knows when to advance and retreat.

"Row."

Zhao Guodong finally nodded, leaned forward, and tapped the manuscript requirements with his finger, his tone carrying a clear sense of expectation and assessment:
"Since you and Lao Zhou have both vouched for him, especially Lao Zhou who said he was 'confident,' then let him write it. Tomorrow afternoon..."

His eyes were sharp. "Have him send the manuscript directly to me. I want to see it myself."

The phrase "see it for yourself" carries a heavy weight, representing both pressure and immense opportunity.

"Okay, Director Zhao! I'll arrange it right away."

Han Mingqian felt a great weight lifted from his heart, knowing that this was not only about a manuscript, but also about the crucial first step for Sunshine Bright's future, and that they had taken a steady step forward.

……

The atmosphere in the secretariat's office was as oppressive as the low pressure before a storm.

Zhang Yuqin looked at Zhou Bingsheng's empty seat, the table was messy, and the tea in the teacup was still steaming. She then looked at Li Weidong in the corner, who was radiating a gloomy and dejected aura, as if all his energy had been drained and he was just an empty shell. She sighed silently.

She understood Li Weidong's disappointment and despair, after what happened last time...

Alas, one wrong step led to another, and I narrowed my own path.

She shook her head and continued knitting her sweater, but the rhythm of the bamboo needles became somewhat disordered, as if she were preoccupied with her thoughts.

The manuscript paper in front of Li Weidong was unconsciously and forcefully crumpled by him with all his might, the paper groaning in pain, and finally turned into a twisted piece of waste paper.

Zhao Guodong's task of being specifically named... a golden opportunity to gain exposure throughout the city and reach the core leadership... was it really so easy, so natural, and even a little "designed"?
He vaguely caught the overly eager entrustment Zhou Bingsheng made before leaving, and felt that something was wrong, but the thought was like oil in water, always elusive.

Just because of Zhou Bingsheng's recommendation? Just because of Director Han's trust?

So all those years of experience Li Weidong had built up here, all those mountains of documents he had written, all those countless nights he had spent, had become a complete joke? He knew he was completely finished. That indelible stain from last time was like an ugly brand, forever etched on the backbone of his career.

But seeing the golden opportunity that was so close at hand being so easily taken away by someone else, the poisonous fire of jealousy mixed with immense humiliation still burned him to the core, causing him unbearable pain, and his throat felt like it was blocked by a piece of burning coal.

He even maliciously hoped that Yang Guangming would mess up the manuscript and lose face in front of Director Zhao!

Let everyone see that he's nothing special!

But the thought had barely surfaced when it was completely overwhelmed by a deeper, colder despair—even if Yang Guangming messed up the writing, this opportunity would never come to Li Weidong.

He was like a clay sculpture abandoned on the edge of the battlefield, cracked and about to completely crumble, with his head bowed, isolating himself in the suffocating, heavy gloom called "failure," waiting for the final collapse.

Yang Guangming greeted his mother and then worked overtime through the night.

The lights in the archives room stay on until late at night, like a lighthouse on a deserted island.

The fluorescent tubes emitted a continuous, low hum, which, mixed with the slightly damp, musty smell of old books and newspapers, formed the only background noise in this enclosed space.

Yang Guangming was completely absorbed in his work, like a miner diving into the deep sea.

Before him lay mountains of workshop briefings, technical summaries, production reports, and policy documents, like mines waiting to be excavated.

He weaves together the key points that Zhou Bingsheng urgently instructed him on, as well as the latest instructions from his superiors on technological innovation, like lines of latitude and longitude.

Then, like a gold prospector, he meticulously sifted through the vast sea of ​​data to extract the tangible innovative achievements of the Red Star Factory—

The yarn breakage rate dropped from 35% to 32%!

These are not just cold, hard numbers; behind them are the "three-step method for roller maintenance" and "optimization of patrol routes" explored by workers in the spinning workshop. They are hard data condensed from experience soaked in sweat.

Automatic doffing device for the bobbin spinning process: The idea was first proposed by the technical department, but it encountered the bottleneck of "implementing the original method". Then, a three-in-one team of "cadres, technicians and veteran workers" worked together to overcome the difficulties. Finally, it was successfully tested and operated stably in the second workshop, which greatly improved the doffing efficiency and reduced the labor intensity of workers.

He clearly outlined this difficult yet solid process of tackling the challenges!

Old Zhang's "Return Water Waste Heat Utilization" small valve: an inconspicuous little modification inspired by decades of experience of an old worker operating boilers and a chance observation.

This small valve, which uses the waste heat of the return water to preheat the cold water, saved the factory 312 tons of coal a year!

This "small wisdom" shines with the light of "great benefits"!

He breathed life and meaning into the dry numbers, and sorted out the details of technology into a clear and powerful framework.

Zhou Bingsheng's solemn words of advice before his departure still resonate in my ears, as if they were engraved in my heart:

"Emphasis on 'substance'!"—Every achievement must be based on solid evidence;
"The data must be solid!"—it must withstand any scrutiny;

"The cases must be vivid and relatable!"—so that listeners can see the workers' sweat and wisdom;

"The information given to Director Zhao should be plain, straightforward, and to the point!"—Abandon all fancy words and get straight to the point.

(End of this chapter)