A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

The assistant's worshipful voice immediately drew the attention of everyone around. Soon, it spread like wildfire, like a spark igniting a prairie fire.

One factory worker after another came before **:

"Director Song, I have to apologize to you. I used to talk about you behind your back, thinking that you were doing things that were unnecessary and causing us a lot of trouble. I was short-sighted!"

"Director Song, I also want to apologize to you. I didn't understand you when I was checking the circuit last time."

"Director Song, thank goodness for you. If it weren't for your help in moving these raw materials out, I, as the factory's safety officer, would definitely be the first to take responsibility for today's explosion!"

"Director Song, you have unknowingly saved the lives of dozens of people in our warehouse. We are all kneeling before you!"

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The more they talked, the more excited they became. Several people even knelt down in fear, because it was truly because of ** that they had escaped a life-threatening crisis.

The factory's previously critical managers now looked ashamed and embarrassed, finding their short-sighted thinking laughable, while also greatly admiring the leader's vision.

"Don't thank me, everyone. It's good that you're alright, it's good that you're alright." He smoothed his hands, signaling everyone to calm down: "Now, please have the relevant managers perform their duties. Those who need to put out the fire and rescue should do so; those who need to organize repairs should immediately arrange for workers to purchase materials to repair the warehouse; and those who need to return to normal production should hurry back to production."

As he spoke, he invited Yan Yuming out: "Mayor Yan is here today as well. Because our factory's warehouse relocation has affected production, they are taking it very seriously and have come to express their condolences. They hope that we can all cheer up and not let down the leaders' care and attention. Let's work hard, produce efficiently, improve the factory's production and operation, and repay the leaders' trust!"

Yan Yuming was still reeling from the accident that had just happened. The back of his shirt was completely soaked with cold sweat, the sweat of lingering fear.

He came over excitedly to question **, even threatening that if ** didn't move back in three days, he would be demoted to the position of factory manager at the plywood factory. Now, looking back, it was **'s decision that prevented the textile factory from facing a crisis.

At the same time, he was somewhat relieved that he had arrived late. If he had come yesterday, and all the raw materials had already been moved back today, the accident would have been much worse. If something really went wrong, and the higher-ups asked, and he said it was Yan Yuming's request, wouldn't he, Yan Yuming, have to bear all the responsibility?

Fortunately, the person didn't use his threats as leverage, but instead offered him a significant way out, preventing him from being too embarrassed. Without hesitation, he readily accepted the offer and stepped forward to give the workers some encouraging words.

A dozen minutes later, the fire was extinguished, and the repair work began in an orderly manner.

Yan Yuming and ** returned to the office. This time, Yan Yuming had ** sit next to him, his hand still tightly gripping **'s hand, as if to say, "You're one of my own, my most capable assistant."

"Director Song, when I said I wanted you to go to the plywood factory, I was just joking with you. I just wanted you to increase production."

"I have complete confidence in you being the factory manager. I believe that under your management, the textile factory will gradually improve and get better and better."

Now he'd never let ** go to the plywood factory; if he could, he'd want ** to be the manager of all the factories at the same time.

"Thank you for your trust, Mayor Yan." **He quickly stood up to express his gratitude.

There's nothing you can do; they're in a higher position than you. Even if you're wronged, you can only bow your head.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yan Yuming couldn't help but ask, "I have a question. How did you know something bad was going to happen in the raw material warehouse? And how did you make such thorough preparations in advance?"

"Could it be that someone is trying to frame your textile factory, and you found out in advance?"

When the second hypothesis was mentioned, Yan Yuming's expression turned cold.

If someone really wants to frame the textile factory or sabotage it, Yan Yuming will absolutely not let that person get away with it. Going against the textile factory and causing it to catch fire is tantamount to cutting off Yan Yuming's official career and could even land him in jail!

"Cough cough cough, Mayor Yan, you're overthinking it. Actually, this matter isn't that complicated. I just happened to meet a fortune teller who warned me of an ominous sign and told me that there was a very bad omen coming from the raw material warehouse, which is why I made this arrangement."

Fearing that Yan Yuming might misunderstand, he quickly spoke up to explain.

"What?" Yan Yuming was dumbfounded upon hearing this: "You made such a big arrangement just by listening to a fortune teller?"

He gave a bitter smile: "That's right. I also thought it was better to believe it than not. After all, if nothing happens, at most production will suffer some losses, but if something really happens, then it's a matter of life and death."

"Looking back now, I'm glad I made the right bet."

Yan Yuming was at a loss for words, so he made up some excuses and left.

After Yan Yuming left, ** immediately called her assistant: "Go and buy me some expensive gifts. Don't worry about the price, they must be expensive. I need them for important guests."

After saying that, he patted his forehead and said, "Never mind, I'll just buy it myself after I've dealt with things here."

That's right, he was going to properly thank Hu Dahai, who was truly a great benefactor who saved his career and his son.

That very evening, ** immediately rode his motorcycle to Hu Dahai's house, led by Zhang Zhaoxing.

Just like Zhang Zhaoxing last time, ** also brought all sorts of good things, such as fruits, canned goods, pig's trotters, and even an old ginseng root bought from a traditional Chinese medicine shop in Hangzhou.

However, he spoke even less than Zhang Zhaoxing. He didn't say anything boastful, only saying, "From now on, Brother Dahai, your affairs are my own affairs."

The three of them sat around the old table in Hu Dahai's living room, chatting and laughing. During their conversation, Zhang Zhaoxing and Zhang Zhaoxing were surprised to find that Hu Dahai had a broad perspective and seemed to have a lot of opinions on the future trends of many products and the country's future plans.

“Brother Dahai, I really don’t think you’re a country bumpkin. I feel that none of the scholars I’ve met have your vision and perspective,” he couldn’t help but say.

Zhang Zhaoxing echoed, "That's right, some of your insights have been very enlightening. Many things have become clear to me now. I'll definitely come to chat with you more often in the future."

Hu Dahai smiled and didn't say much, but instead refilled their tea.

"By the way, Dahai, would you be interested in delivering some vegetables and seafood to our textile factory? The meat is supplied directly by their supply and marketing cooperative, but we do need to buy our vegetables and seafood from outside. I feel their prices aren't cheap, and they're not very fresh. If you're interested, I'll have them contact you later."

Suddenly remembering something, he put down his teacup and asked.

"Of course! Just tell me how much you need each day, and I'll arrange for a car to deliver it all at once." Hu Dahai was overjoyed. Ever since he went to the department store, Hu Dahai had felt deeply that he still didn't have enough money.

Furthermore, many state-owned enterprises are about to undergo large-scale restructuring, and if he wants to take over some suitable factories, he will indeed need a lot of money. So Hu Dahai immediately agreed.

"And for my factory too, could you also deliver some to our factory canteen while you're at it?" Zhang Zhaoxing said defiantly.

As he spoke, he even ordered some food: "I especially love cucumbers. If you have any, you must send them to me every day."

"It's a pity that it'll get cold soon and cucumbers will be out of season. There will be very few left in the market. I wish there was a way for me to eat cucumbers even in winter," Zhang Zhaoxing said with a hint of regret.

"Hmm?" Hu Dahai's eyes lit up when he heard Zhang Zhaoxing's words.