Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Hearing her ask again, Tang Youshui finally came to her senses and hurriedly said, "Hello, I am Tang Youshui."

"Okay, come with me!" Wu Mei said, then thought for a moment and turned to the director, saying, "Have someone clean up Comrade Tang Youshui's desk."

Clearing the table, is she about to be kicked out?

Some people felt sorry for him, some gloated, and some were indifferent.

"I'll have someone come and get it later. He won't be working here anymore."

"Huh?" The director was taken aback. This didn't sound quite right.

"Secretary Wu, well, Xiao Tang is actually an honest and capable young man. So... where should we transfer him?"

The director couldn't bear it; he had actually seen Tang Youshui's behavior all along.

But he had no choice. Despite being an office director, he was essentially sitting on the sidelines.

They wanted to give Tang Youshui a permanent position, but he couldn't get it.

If he really had that ability, would he be sitting on the sidelines like this?

Tang Youshui looked at the director gratefully, and the anxiety in her heart suddenly subsided.

It didn't matter anymore. Tang Youshui put down the thermos and resigned herself to her fate.

Life is already bad enough. If it gets any worse, I'll get fired and lose my job. How much worse can it get?

If it really comes to that, so be it... so be it, I'll just go out and do business. A living person can't be killed by holding their pee, can they?

Seeing Tang Youshui and the director's behavior, Wu Mei knew that the two had misunderstood each other.

Judging from the reactions of others, Tang Youshui is probably having a tough time in the office.

Thinking that he would be following his superiors around in the future, he was one of the closest people to him.

Wu Mei, wanting to curry favor, praised him, saying, "I definitely believe what you said, Director. Otherwise, how could the leader have chosen him to be his personal secretary?"

Boom~

A jolt ran through Tang Youshui's mind; he felt a beam of light pierce through the dark clouds above him—it was dawn!

Chapter 391 Rules, New Goals

Upon seeing Yang Jianguo in person, Tang Youshui trembled with excitement.

I had already prepared myself for being fired and having to make a living on the streets.

But in the blink of an eye, she found herself as Yang Jianguo's personal secretary, his most trusted confidante.

Tang Youshui was so excited she wanted to cry. It had finally come to fruition; her persistence had finally paid off.

"Don't get agitated. If someone sees you like this, they'll think I'm bullying a young person!"

Faced with the excited Tang Youshui, Yang Jianguo smiled and asked him to sit down on the sofa.

"I've looked at your resume. It's good. You have ideals and ambitions." Yang Jianguo sat down next to me and poured me a glass of water.

Tang Youshui accepted it with trepidation, saying, "Thank you, leader... We used to have it, but I don't know if we still do now."

"It's alright." Yang Jianguo nodded and said, "I think you have it, and if you don't, then look for more. You're still young, life has just begun!"

Thinking that he was already 26, Tang Youshui said with a wry smile, "Boss, I'm already 26."

"What's wrong with 26? The Ming Taizu Emperor didn't ascend the throne until he was 41!"

Emperor Taizu of Ming was someone I could never compare to.

Tang Youshui was filled with trepidation, his heart pounding.

But another vague thought took root in her heart.

Even if we can't compare to the Ming Taizu and can't participate in the grand ceremony, it's not too late to start something new now, is it?

The seedling has taken root and is just waiting to sprout.

Yang Jianguo said a few more words to him and instructed, "Today, you should first follow Wu Mei and understand the rules."

"Don't worry about the staffing issue. Also, you haven't been allocated housing yet, have you?"

Seeing him nod, Yang Jianguo didn't say anything and let him give it away.

The house left him with something to look forward to.

The staffing issue was resolved first; that's the driving force.

The house is like a carrot dangling in front of him; you have to do things properly before you can even see it.

They immediately offered them positions and housing.

If this gets back to other people, they won't be convinced, will they?

Once they achieve something, Yang Jianguo won't even need to ask; he'll get everything he deserves.

Not to mention deliberately withholding money from his own secretary.

Even if the conditions aren't met, someone will always find a reason to make them work out.

A house, what's the big deal?

Take Wu Mei for example. In the past, the value of the local specialties and small gifts she received was enough for an ordinary family's monthly salary.

Yang Jianguo knew about this but didn't stop it.

During a work report, I casually mentioned, "There must be a bottom line and principles in everything. Once you cross that line, no one can save you."

In this chaotic era, we must emphasize efficiency and integrity.

This is undoubtedly asking for trouble. Yang Jianguo himself eats both large and small yellow croakers.

As long as you stick to the bottom line, that's fine.

Being too harsh on those around you, overcorrecting them.

Not only will it make you deaf and blind, but it will also push everyone to the opposite side.

We are all ordinary people. We can't be saints ourselves, so let's not ask anyone else to be one.

Being able to uphold bottom lines and principles is enough!

“Our leader is a principled person who knows his bottom line.” When mentoring new employees, Wu Mei felt she should first explain the rules to him thoroughly.

"Don't flatter or fawn, and don't spout empty rhetoric. If you don't know, just say you don't know; if you're not clear about something, just say you're not clear about it."

"When you speak, you mean it; don't make empty promises."

"Do practical work. As long as you work diligently, what's yours will definitely come to you. What leaders hate most is someone who only talks but doesn't act..."

Holding a small notebook, Tang Youshui wrote all of this down.

"Also..." I looked around, but there was no one there.

Wu Mei also told him about the rules for "receiving gifts," although it wasn't anything new and everyone did it the same way.

But it's not exactly honorable, so you still have to avoid people.

"It's fine to take some local specialties, food, household items, or small trinkets that cost a few cents or a dollar or two."

"There are two things you can't touch: personal gain, or agreeing to do favors for others after receiving benefits. And money, no matter how much, you can't touch it. In special circumstances, you should come to your superiors, confess, and hand it over."

Tang Youshui nodded, his expression showing a strange mix of confusion and uncertainty.

Seeing him like this, Wu Mei knew that the rumors must have upset him.

"Just ask directly if you have any questions. Don't lose your job and not even know where you went wrong."

Tang Youshui wasn't one to beat around the bush; he just listened to what people said: "Secretary Wu, I heard... our leader is buying, buying yellow croaker."

“From now on, call me Sister Wu. We’re practically family now,” Wu Mei said first, then gestured for him to come closer.

Covering her mouth with her hand, Wu Mei whispered something in his ear, which completely lit up Tang Youshui's eyes.

So that's what happened!

"The leaders are actually aware of these things, otherwise why haven't you seen anyone use this to make things difficult for our leaders?"

Tang Youshui nodded in agreement, and the little seed in her heart grew a bit more.

It seems I really did have a good leader.

Surely he can do something to contribute this time?

The truth is, he has more to do than he thinks he has to do.

The next day, before the official staffing was finalized, Tang Youshui got into the car with the leaders to go on an inspection tour.

The machinery factory in the suburbs of Beijing has completed its restructuring and is about to resume operations.

The office building was repainted white, and a brand-new white plaque hung above it, one side reading "Neon Precision Machinery Beijing Branch 1," and the other "Former Beijing Suburban Machinery Factory (Restructuring Pilot)."

There were many workers standing in front of the building, queuing up to go inside.

"Master Yang is here. Oh, it's Master Yang."

"Master Yang."

"Master Yang, how are you feeling?"

"Master Yang, we heard you're sick. We wanted to visit you, but our supervisor wouldn't allow it."

"Master Yang, we all feel at ease now that you're here."

Before the vehicle came to a complete stop, the workers surrounded both sides of it and followed it forward.

"Xiao Duan, stop the car."

Yang Jianguo told the driver to stop, opened the door and got out of the car, then walked forward with the workers.

"How are you doing? Are there any difficulties you need to overcome?"

"Are you planning to take it back? Have the salary and benefits been clearly explained?"

Have you met the new leader? Has he explained the specific details of the work to you?

"Are you adjusting well after the job transfer? Have you heard anything back from the person who went to the special economic zone?"

Who got a job transfer, who's coming back, who decided to start their own business, and who went south to the special economic zone to try their luck?

Yang Jianguo remembered everything, big and small, with perfect clarity.

Seeing him walking hand in hand with the workers, everyone gathered around him, chatting amongst themselves.

Adoring gazes, trusting tones, an atmosphere like that of family.

Tang Youshui felt a heavy weight in his heart, as if a stone was stuck in it.

Suddenly, he found a new purpose in life.

The leader, surrounded by people and warmly holding their hands, represents his new direction and hope.

Chapter 392 Teaching: Risk = Merit

"Tang Youshui, my secretary."

As Yang Jianguo sat down on the sofa, his expression carried a hint of cynical absurdity.

"Ma Degui, Old Ma, one of our own." Pointing casually, Yang Jianguo spoke up: "Old Ma, I just heard from the workers that you handled this well."

Ma Degui nodded repeatedly and said, "Your Director Yang wants results, how could I not make proper arrangements?"

"Yes, that makes sense!" He nodded in agreement, picked up a Marlboro from the table, and started chewing it.

Ma Degui grinned, bent down, and lit it for him.

"Phew~" Yang Jianguo exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed at him, saying, "However, isn't your requirement a bit too high?"

“In the past, that would have been enough to qualify for a Level 4 worker certification.”

Ma Degui smiled and nodded in agreement, saying, "It is a bit high, but it's a company requirement, and I can't do anything about it!"

"Is that so?" Yang Jianguo frowned, then abruptly asked, "Old Ma, have you considered developing the tertiary sector?"

"The tertiary sector?" Ma Degui's eyes lit up. He asked, "Could you elaborate on what the leader means?"

No matter how well the company does, he won't make much money off it.