Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Looking at the empty briefcase in front of him.

Cao Zhengyan immediately admitted his mistake, saying helplessly, "President, this is my fault."

Wu Jinxi didn't mind at all, and waved his hand and laughed: "Not bad, not bad, this kid really looks like me when I was young. Tell him that if he doesn't want to stay at Red Star anymore, he can come to our newspaper."

Upon hearing this, Cao Zhengyan breathed a sigh of relief, but he had already made up his mind that he would have a serious talk with Fang Yuan's sister about life when he got home, and he might even resort to family discipline.

at this time.

Fang Yuan was naturally in a good mood after achieving his initial goal, and he rode his bicycle back home at breakneck speed.

The bicycle belonged to his brother-in-law, and Fang Yuan promised to deliver it to the newspaper office tomorrow morning.

This time things went much more smoothly than expected. Before coming, Fang Yuan had imagined several scenarios and prepared various coping methods, such as what he would say if Wu Jinxi didn't speak. Now it seems that none of them were of any use.

This made him realize that he had been somewhat presumptuous. Wu Jinxi seemed to value the life-saving grace of his daughter very much, which also shows that people in this era valued interpersonal relationships much more closely and importantly than people in later generations.

Meanwhile, while Fang Yuan and his group were having dinner, Lin Xianghua and Li Jianye held a meeting at the guesthouse.

When the other group returned, they all had ashen faces, and it was clear from their expressions that things had not gone smoothly.

In particular, a bright red handprint appeared out of nowhere on the face of Huang Xiang, the director of the steel rolling mill.

He was the first to report, looking dejected, that they had gone to the hospital to apologize, only to learn that the other party had already been discharged.

After making inquiries from various sources, they found the home of one of the reporters. At first, the reporter refused to let them in, but after repeated pleas, they were finally allowed to enter and meet the two reporters. However, no matter how much the reporters apologized or pleaded, the reporter was still relentless and declared that this matter was not over and that they would show the whole of Beijing how powerful the people from the Red Star Steel Plant were, as they dared to hit even newspaper reporters.

Finally, since the root of the problem lay with the steel rolling mill, Director Huang, having exhausted all other options, actually slapped himself twice.

After Huang Xiang finished speaking, Deputy Director Jiang of the Personnel Department added, "Secretary Lin, it seems a bit difficult to break through with the reporters. I have already hinted that we can make some compensation, and they can make any requests they want, but they still ignore it."

After hearing this, Li Jianye couldn't help but mutter, "I think there are also some low-quality staff members in the newspaper team. They should just report the story openly and honestly. Why do they have to do this undercover investigation? Isn't this obviously just looking for trouble and having bad intentions?"

After listening to their reports, Lin Xianghua frowned, said "thank you for your hard work" to Huang Xiang, and then told them to go back first, as they had been busy all day and hadn't even had a meal.

After the others left, Lin Xianghua could only place all his hopes on Fang Yuan.

If Fang Yuan's approach doesn't work out, then he's prepared to go find his father-in-law that very night.

This is his last trump card, and he will never use it lightly unless it is absolutely necessary. After all, favors from the older generation like this are one in a million.

They returned to the guesthouse with a sense of satisfaction and joy.

He didn't rush to find Lin Xianghua. He first found a place to wash up quickly, then lit a cigarette and slowly cleared his mind while smoking. When he had thought things through, he went to Lin Xianghua's room.

The light shining through the crack in the door indicated that the owner was still awake, so Fang Yuan immediately knocked gently on the door a few times.

"Enter!"

Lin Xianghua's deep, resonant voice came from inside.

Fang Yuan pushed open the door and walked in. He saw Lin Xianghua wearing thin glasses, hunched over his desk writing materials. Upon seeing Fang Yuan, he immediately put down his pen and eagerly asked, "Xiao Fang, how is it?"

"The fire is out. President Wu wants you to come to his house tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xianghua's expression became much more varied. He stood up and actually poured Fang Yuan a cup of tea himself, handing it to him and saying with a smile, "Little Fang, we really owe you a lot this time. You've done a great job."

Fang Yuan hurriedly said, "I haven't made any personal contribution. I've just tried my best to do my job well under your guidance and support."

Lin Xianghua's eyes lit up, his eyebrows rose slightly, and his smile became even brighter. At first, he thought Fang Yuan was a promising prospect, but he didn't expect him to be a ready-made helper.

He speaks calmly and patiently, without seeking personal credit; his magnanimity shows he is a promising young man.

"By the way, have you mentioned this to anyone else?" Lin Xianghua pondered for a moment while holding his teacup before casually asking this question.

"I haven't mentioned it," Fang Yuan quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xianghua nodded to Fang Yuan with satisfaction, then pretended to lean back in his chair and yawn a few times.

Fang Yuan hurriedly got up to say goodbye, but Lin Xianghua actually stood up from his chair and personally escorted him to the door, patting Fang Yuan on the shoulder: "Little Fang, you're very good."

Fang Yuan knew that after this incident, he had truly settled down at Hongxing Steel Plant, and his roots were firmly planted under the big tree that was Lin Xianghua.

Watching Fang Yuan's departing figure, Lin Xianghua nodded to himself.

He had always believed that the old should be bold and the young should be steady, and Fang Yuan's performance today impressed him greatly. This young man was capable, calm, knew his place, and had resources; he was a promising talent.

The next morning, during breakfast, all the members of the "firefighting" team noticed that Lin Xianghua was in a great mood, chatting and laughing freely at the table, as if all the gloom had been swept away.

Everyone secretly admired him. No wonder he could be the third in command. No matter what difficulties he encountered, he could quickly adjust his state. His composure alone made everyone feel inferior.

Fang Yuan also noticed something; he saw several scratches on the face of Huang Xiang, the director of the steel rolling mill.

When Fang Yuan heard that he had slapped himself, he couldn't help but look again at the two bright red handprints on the factory manager's face, feeling a little admiration for the manager's methods.

I've had breakfast.

Lin Xianghua then gathered everyone in a room and first expressed his high appreciation for the sacrifices made by Factory Director Huang Xiang. Although he still did not receive the reporter's forgiveness, at least this attitude of doing things in a real way satisfied Lin Xianghua.

In addition, Lin Xianghua claimed that after careful consideration last night, he planned to visit the newspaper office in person today to persuade them to consider the bigger picture and not to do anything that would damage the relationship between the two brother organizations, Hongxing Steel Plant and BJ Daily, over such trivial matters.

Finally, Lin Xianghua decided, "Our work group will disband immediately. Today is Sunday, so we won't take up everyone's rest time. Those who need to go home can go home, and Fang Yuan can stay alone to accompany us."

Upon hearing this decision, Deputy Director Liu of the Publicity Department stroked his chin and sat in his chair, deep in thought.

Yesterday, Lin Xianghua was still talking to them at the meeting about leveraging collective strength and working together to fight this fire. Why did he suddenly change his mind this morning?

If he didn't have absolute certainty, why would Lin Xianghua so openly take the responsibility upon himself?

It seems that things have changed.

However, he was eager to be free of any worries, so he didn't offer to stay and help.

Therefore, after Lin Xianghua finished speaking, he was the first to chime in, "Then we'll all go back. Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Lin. We wish you every success."

Just as everyone was preparing to leave, Li Jianye said impatiently, "Secretary Lin, why don't I stay here too? Xiao Fang is too young and inevitably lacks experience. I'm a little worried about him."