A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

The old man snorted softly: "Alright, let's keep it simple when we address each other at home."

However, using the same methods to deal with the Yang family is unwise. Do they really think they're fools?

Li Huaide was stunned. He thought of Yang Youning's impulsive personality and couldn't see any signs of cunning in him.

Moreover, regarding what happened two years ago, the Yang family didn't seem to react much in the end.

The old man shook his head and picked up a document to look at it.

"Then why did you give up your personnel authority within the factory?"

At this point, Li Huaide felt a slight pain in his groin and unconsciously brought his legs closer together.

"I've noticed that a few people at the machine factory are acting strangely. I'm thinking of having them cause some trouble for the other side. The sooner we get rid of them, the sooner we can get out of this mess."

The old man nodded. "Let's try it your way first and keep the struggle within limits."

The dismantling of this department is already showing signs of happening.

"The higher-ups have made it clear that the relevant leaders must have experience in production management. You need to get things moving quickly."

"Also, we should show more care and concern for our younger colleagues. After all, you're practically their leader! Only when they achieve results can they speak with authority!"

Li Huaide felt a chill run down his spine and nodded in agreement.

"Sir, I have already given the key to the expert reception room to that comrade, but he hasn't checked in yet today."

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, go and get some rest. You should also spend more time with Xiaohui. As your instructor said, although you should prioritize your career, you still need to take care of your family!"

Li Huaide broke out in a cold sweat, which he quickly and discreetly wiped away.

As Li Huaide climbed the stairs, he deliberately made a noise, causing Liangren inside the room to turn around and look at him with a wronged expression.

Li Huaide sighed, gently hugged him, and said, "I'm back."

I mentally added, "He's gained weight again."

For some reason, the image of Zhao Dezhu suddenly popped into my mind.

I should go check on him tomorrow, lest Wang Kui ruin him and make things difficult for the Xihutong area.

……

The three old men were in high spirits.

The plate of dark, pebbly food was removed, and proper meals were served.

Old Ren stared at Jiang Xia with his bloodshot eyes: "You brat, hiccup~~~"

"Your Grandpa Ren heard about you a couple of days ago, but I didn't think much of you at first, you know?"

"It's just a hand pump well, nothing more than a kid's toy. If it weren't for that old guy in higher up strongly recommending it, how could it have become a National Day gift! What a mess!"

"I thought you were just some kid from that family, using your elders' connections to gain some fame. I never imagined you were this old devil's apprentice. You've got some skills!"

Jiang Xia was so overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol that he stumbled and swayed unsteadily as he sat on the stool.

Hearing this, he frowned and said, "Grandpa Ren, it's fine if you talk about me, but talking about Mr. Lianxi like that is a bit much!"

Mr. Ren was a little confused, and Mr. Wang chimed in.

"Old Ren was talking about other people. If he dares to say anything bad about Mr. Ren, I'll kill him first!"

"You don't know the person he's referring to. Hmm... no, that's not right either. His son-in-law works at the steel mill, isn't he?"

"Hey, Lao Li, why don't you tell us?"

Li Changfu waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting away a mosquito: "What's there to say? I wouldn't even bother with such trivial matters!"

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Don't corrupt the children!"

Old Ren wanted to say something more, but Li Changfu stopped him with a glass of wine.

The teacher's wife brought in a plate of freshly heated radish soup and slammed it onto the table.

His complexion looked rather unpleasant.

A document was handed to Li Changfu: "Take a look at this!"

Li Changfu glanced at it and thought, "Household Registration Regulations?"

"Hey, why are you bringing your police's business to me?"

The master's wife looked displeased and pointed to a line in the document, which Li Changfu read aloud: "The homebuyer's household registration must be automatically transferred to the location of the property within three working days?"

???

"What do you mean?" The four grown men looked at their teacher's wife in confusion.

The teacher's wife brushed a stray hair behind her ear: "Little rascal told me that someone from your steel mill approved a permit for him to buy three rooms in the courtyard house, which is considered his private property."

“But he’s been busy lately and hasn’t gone to the neighborhood office to complete the house handover procedures.”

"According to the regulations, Xiao Jiang's household registration was transferred to the courtyard house when he bought the house. His collective household registration at the steel rolling mill has been cancelled. But he didn't go to the local street office and police station to complete the procedures. Do you know what that means?"

The teacher's wife's barrage of questions made the already dizzy heads of the men even more fuzzy.

Li Changfu clutched his head: "Old woman, stop beating around the bush. Say something we can understand!"

The master's wife grabbed Old Man Li's ear without any politeness: "That means your precious disciple is now an unregistered person!"

Upon hearing the term "unregistered resident," the three older men and the young man were half-sobered up by the shock.

"Old woman, you must have a way!"

The teacher's wife stroked Jiang Xia's ahoge (a stray hair on his head) and gently comforted him.

"Yes, I'll go with Xiao Jiang tomorrow to take the project proposal for the hand pump well. We'll make special arrangements for this, and besides, don't forget, Xiao Jiang has the photos that the gentleman gave him."

Upon hearing this, the men calmed down.

Jiang Xia held up a key: "Master's wife, the deputy factory director also gave me the key to the guesthouse, telling me not to sleep in the office anymore."

The master's wife examined the key carefully and snorted coldly, "That's it, that's their usual tactic. They always like to hold onto something. Little Rascal's level isn't high enough to warrant staying in that room."

The master's wife pointed to a red star on the key and said, "You lot are so straightforward. You're really being sold out and still trying to speak well of the other person!"

Jiang Xia felt a chill run down his spine. As expected of the king of simps, his scheming was comparable to Zhen Huan's.

Things are different now compared to later generations, where you can just run around anywhere with an ID card.

There isn't even an ID card yet; the only thing that can prove a person's identity is their household registration booklet. In special circumstances, double verification from both the neighborhood committee office and the household registration booklet is required.

Without his master's wife's guidance, it wouldn't be impossible for Jiang Xia to be regarded as some kind of unspeakable being.

First, he arranged for someone to sell him the house, then deliberately avoided mentioning the household registration issue. To ensure the success of this arrangement, he even went so far as to give him the keys to the guesthouse.

One link leads to another, and each link is different.

Ironically, you can't find a single flaw in these things. Taken out of context, it simply means that the leadership cares about young comrades.

Just like how readers send gifts, leave comments, and urge for more updates after reading the book, it's incredibly smooth.

Jiang Xia felt a slight itch on his head. "Master's wife, I've got a brain now!"

The group of grown men looked at each other, then suddenly realized that machines were much cuter.

Li Changfu took a sip of wine: "The questions for Little Monkey's engineer assessment are for senior engineers."

Old Wang suddenly realized: "The Heavy Equipment Office received a request to purchase an extra-large bending machine, and our big brother actually agreed, but he only wants this number."

Old Wang gestured, and everyone clicked their tongues in amazement once again.

"That's really poisonous!"