Siheyuan, don't yell at me

He Daqing finally finished washing up and welcomed Secretary Jiang into the courtyard.

Ignoring Secretary Jiang who was in a panic, He Daqing ate his breakfast leisurely.

"Old Jiang, don't walk around in front of me, you're ruining my appetite.

Do you want to eat something together?

The meeting starts at 8 o'clock and it's only 6:30 now. Why are you in such a hurry? "

Secretary Jiang, who was fidgeting, swallowed his saliva, but still couldn't resist the temptation of food.

He picked up a steamed bun and started eating it with some pickles.

"Director He, it's better to hurry up sooner rather than later!

What if there is a traffic jam and I am late?

Do we have to let the leader wait for us?"

"We are a socialist country, where workers and peasants are the masters of the country, so it is only natural for the leaders to wait for us.

Eating is the most important thing in life, eating well and being full..."

After eating for half an hour, it was already seven o'clock.

He Daqing started the car and drove towards the Great Hall of the People with Secretary Jiang in tow.

You know what, it seems like Secretary Jiang’s words are a blessing, and there really was a traffic jam.

The streets are filled with bicycles, buses, carts, tricycles, cars, and dense crowds of people, making a noisy and chaotic crowd.

At first He Daqing was still thinking of honking the horn a few times, but later he just lay down.

Since God wants a traffic jam, what can I, He Daqing, do?

Isn't it just a meeting? Can you fire me?

Without Grandpa He Daqing, the Red Star Distillery would not be able to produce vodka and soda at all.

The yeast for brewing wine and the essence for soda are all specially made by He Daqing.

It can be said that without He Daqing, the Red Star Winery would be paralyzed immediately.

He Daqing had someone to rely on, so he was naturally fearless.

The poor one was Secretary Jiang, his face turned pale and he was muttering to himself.

If he is really late, what will his boss think of him?

How can he make progress if he has offended his leader? He feels that his future is bleak.

He Daqing became annoyed after listening to this and started scolding Secretary Jiang, which finally made Secretary Jiang calm down a little.

Although the road is congested, at least the cars are moving.

It was exactly eight o'clock. The department-level officials and experts had already taken their seats, and the ministerial-level officials were chatting in the corner.

Several senior leaders walked into the Great Hall on time, that was the grand occasion.

The leaders walked up to the podium, waved amiably to the young cadres below the stage, and were just about to take their seats.

Two people appeared at the door. They were He Daqing and Secretary Jiang who had rushed over after being stuck in traffic.

The entire venue was in an uproar, and all eyes were immediately focused on He Daqing and the other person.

Those who didn't know He Daqing began to get restless and whisper, eager to find out who these two strange faces were.

Faced with He Daqing's risky and reckless behavior, most people looked at him with pity and regret, but there were also some people with ulterior motives who secretly gloated over his misfortune and enjoyed the fun.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder:

"What are you, He Daqing, so brave to compare yourself with those powerful figures, and even play the leading role in the final show?"

Such behavior undoubtedly surprised everyone present. As everyone was talking about it, various speculations arose one after another.

Some people think that he may have a strong background or extraordinary abilities, while others think that he is simply an arrogant and ignorant fool.

He Daqing nodded calmly to the leaders on the stage, then led Secretary Jiang to their seats below the stage.

At this moment, Secretary Jiang was so nervous that he was sweating profusely. He lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, and did not dare to look up at the majestic and solemn leaders on the stage.

He could feel his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Every step seemed so heavy and difficult, and my legs were shaking unnaturally.

The serious-looking and powerful leaders on the stage stared at He Daqing and Secretary Jiang with eyes as sharp and fierce as hawks, as if they wanted to see through their bodies and see the truth!

At this moment, these leaders had already secretly remembered these two ignorant and arrogant guys, and planned to find an opportunity to teach them a lesson in the future.

After He Daqing and Secretary Jiang took their seats, the leader on the stage finally began to speak.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was bluntly criticizing He Daqing and Secretary Jiang without naming them.

“Before the conference begins, I would like to say a few unpleasant words.

Some people treat our sacred place, the Great Hall, as a joke.

Come whenever you want?

I hope this kind of unorganized and undisciplined thing will not happen again in the future, and everyone should learn from it..."

Everyone's attention once again focused on He Daqing and Secretary Jiang.

He Daqing still had that look of "what can you do to me?" He was calm and composed, unperturbed by praise or criticism, and his expression remained unchanged.

Damn, it’s not like you’re going to lose a piece of meat.

It’s just that some people may not be talking about me, He Daqing. Even if they did, so what?

Secretary Jiang tilted his head, as obedient as a dog, just short of wagging his tail.

Fortunately, the main purpose of the meeting was not to criticize He Daqing, there were more important topics.

The core issue of this meeting is still how to put pressure on factories to make them take more responsibility.

To further increase production, we must not only ensure that the established production tasks are completed, but also strive to exceed the production tasks.

We cannot always rely on past achievements and experiences, but must constantly make progress, innovate and change in order to remain invincible in the fierce competition.

Therefore, every factory should devote itself to production work with all its might, expand production, contribute to socialist modernization, and carry forward the spirit of not fearing hardship or fatigue.

Then there are the hard-core technical communication issues.

To this end, the leaders of the conference also thoughtfully invited many professors and experts from various fields, and even Soviet experts were present.

We were originally discussing technical issues, but I didn't expect a so-called expert to have nothing better to do and insist on seeking attention.

Perhaps they felt that He Daqing had offended their leader, so they wanted to give He Daqing some strength.

"Comrade in the audience, your name is He Daqing, right?

I, along with other expert professors, are helping everyone solve technical problems on the stage. It would be fine if you didn't make progress, but why are you dozing off in the audience?

what's going on?

Judging from your expression, you seem quite unconvinced?

Come on, come on stage if you have the guts, let me see what you have to say..."

He Daqing glared.

Damn it, Old Biden, did I offend you? Do you want to curry favor with the leader and treat me, He Daqing, as a soft persimmon?

Okay, I'll take you for a while.

He Daqing walked up to the podium with a swagger, snatched the microphone from the expert's hand, and his dissatisfaction was written all over his face.

“I also listened carefully to what the expert said just now.

It sounds reasonable at first, but it's actually bullshit..."