Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

"With the ideas you provided earlier, progress has been relatively smooth." Xiang Shaodong said, turning back to look at the door and lowering his voice, "I heard that the database has been stolen."

"Hmm, an important document is missing."

"It's incredibly audacious that such a thing could happen."

Such blatant theft is unbelievable, yet it happened.

"What countermeasures are in place?"

"Have."

Yang Jianguo didn't have high hopes for the investigation, since nobody knew when the items were lost.

Perhaps it disappeared a year or two ago.

After all, it was just an idea of ​​my own, which I jotted down and sealed away at the time, intending to use it later.

Unexpectedly, when he remembered to use it...

gone!

However, Yang Jianguo was not anxious about this, since the manuscript contained ideas from several years ago.

Neither the initial concept, the deduction, nor the final result can be considered perfect.

He now has a new inspiration.

Chapter 852 The Four Extremes of Haotian, Above the White Palace

After calm contemplation, Yang Jianguo picked up his pen and wrote the five characters "Nantianmen Project" from top to bottom in the center of the letter.

He completely discarded the things recorded in the lost manuscript.

He wants to build a barrier for 'peace'.

Haotian rules over the four cardinal directions: Ziwei, Changsheng, Tianhuang, and Qinghua.

Ziwei governs war, Changsheng governs people's livelihood, Tianhuang governs the eyes, Qinghua governs defense, and Haotian governs the overall situation.

With the comprehensive support of these four systems, we can both attack and defend.

The initiative will be firmly in our hands.

Considering the types of existing projects, Qin Qing quickly categorized and integrated them, and listed a detailed main branch structure diagram.

I was so busy that it was past midnight.

The secretary stood outside the door several times, looking at the leader inside who had lost track of time and was writing furiously.

He also kept everyone who came to report to him out of the door.

"what?"

Xiang Shaodong, who was working overtime until late at night and was about to go back to his dormitory to rest, passed by downstairs and saw that the light in his office was still on. He unconsciously changed direction.

"Sister Mei."

"To the deputy minister."

Xiang Shaodong, who has worked for many years, has now become a vice minister, ranking third in the leadership of the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology.

Primarily responsible for leading research and development, technology, and funding allocation.

He peeked into the room and whispered to the young master, "What's going on? Why are you so late today?"

"I don't know, maybe inspiration struck!"

Wu Mei was used to this; it had only been in the last two years that the leadership's focus had shifted slightly towards administrative matters.

In the past, it would happen two or three times a year if someone suddenly had an inspiration like this and buried themselves in writing a dictionary.

Judging from the thickness of the paper on the table, it's still quite a distance from being a 'dictionary'.

Looks like I'll have to stay here tonight.

As Wu Mei spoke, she went to call home. Life had improved, and the telephone that used to be the only one in the surrounding villages had been installed in their home.

Xiang Shaodong glanced at her again, and thinking that she was right, he decided to go back to sleep first.

But as soon as he pulled his head back, Yang Jianguo's voice came from inside: "Is that Lao Xiang?"

"It's me." Xiang Shaodong smiled helplessly, thinking to himself, 'This time I've really hit a brick wall.'

Sure enough, as soon as he entered, Yang Jianguo handed him the written materials and asked him to take a look and give some feedback.

And just as I looked, it was dawn.

"Ah~"

He yawned, but Xiang Shaodong's eyes shone with light.

This document was absolutely the most magical, unbelievable, imaginative, and realistic plan he had ever seen in his life.

none of them.

"Jianguo, you'd better keep this plan safe."

Having made up his mind, Xiang Shaodong's first thought was the 'theft case'.

I just lost a manuscript; I absolutely cannot lose this one too.

"Don't worry, I'll carry it with me at all times."

"That's good."

Xiang Shaodong breathed a sigh of relief, his tense expression easing, and then he said excitedly, "It's all thanks to your brain. How did it get so amazing?"

Lao Xiang is a respectable man. I've known him for twenty or thirty years and have rarely heard him swear.

But at this moment, nothing less than swearing wouldn't be enough to describe the shock he felt.

This plan is absolutely brilliant!

From now to the next 30 years, strategic development encompasses military, people's livelihood, defense, and logistics. He takes a holistic view of the entire country, considering all directions as a unified whole, and has arranged everything clearly.

Although it is from a national perspective, it involves macro-level and strategic planning.

But if the whole plan can be implemented as he envisions.

Xiang Shaodong couldn't even imagine how big Dongda would become.

That's awesome, is it in the river?

"How is it unreasonable? Apart from those ten years or so, when have we ever not been awesome?"

Yang Jianguo, in a moment of vulgarity, echoed him, shouting "Awesome!"

At the doorway, Wu Mei, who had slept half the night, listened to the crude conversations coming from inside the house. Her cloudy eyes revealed kindness, and a nostalgic smile of contentment and reminiscence graced her lips.

Come to think of it, she's not young anymore, it's time for her to consider retirement.

However, she was really worried about the intensity and style of her leader's work.

They just abandon everything and go home to enjoy their grandchildren.

She might not be able to adapt.

"How about we work for another two years, just two more years?"

Wu Mei set herself a deadline, determined to work for another two years before retiring.

This is the sixth time in recent years that she has made up her mind.

"Sister Mei."

"Leader, you called me."

"Please inform everyone to have a meeting, and then you can go home and rest. There's nothing much to do today, and I need to get some sleep after the meeting."

Having known each other for over twenty years through business dealings, Wu Mei was special to Yang Jianguo, like family.

Therefore, in his spare time, he also paid close attention to her health.

At her age, staying up all night is really not easy.

"It's okay, I'll leave this afternoon. I slept for more than four hours last night!"

Wu Mei chuckled and left to announce the meeting before he could say anything more.

"Sister Mei is still in such good spirits."

Xiang Shaodong watched her retreating figure with a hint of envy, thinking to himself, 'I wonder if I'll be as nimble as her when I reach her age.'

In the past two years, Xiang Shaodong has clearly felt that his physical condition and energy are not as good as before.

This intensified his sense of urgency, and he worked overtime every day to catch up on the schedule, wanting to do as much as he could while he was still able to.

But the more this happens, the worse my physical condition deteriorates.

Yang Jianguo had tried to persuade him several times, and each time he would agree in front of him, but as soon as Yang left, he would go back to doing things the same way.

The main idea is "You say, I listen, and I won't do it after listening."

Having no other options, Yang Jianguo could only help maintain his physical functions by offering rewards. He also asked someone to invite a top expert from the health center to give the technical backbone and project leaders of the department a physical examination every three months.

Thanks to multiple safeguards, she has never had any major health problems, except for the occasional minor ailment like headaches or fevers, which are easily cured with some medication and a couple of days of rest.

"Alright, there's nothing for you to do here. Go back and rest. I'll have someone convey the meeting minutes to you later."

Xiang Shaodong was unhappy and wanted to argue that he should attend the meeting with them.

But his brain, on the verge of crashing, refused to cooperate with his stubbornness.

So, Xiang Shaodong could only walk towards his dormitory with a regretful expression and yawning all the way.

'This body is getting more and more useless!'

The figure moving forward gradually became hunched, the steps heavy, and the once agile posture appeared clumsy.

Watching his slowly receding figure, Yang Jianguo's heart grew heavy. 'Yes, they're all getting old. I wonder how many more years they can work... I don't even know if I'll live to see the red flag flying over the White House.'

Chapter 853 The Five Elders Gather: Who Agrees and Who Disagrees?

Yang Jianguo's ambitions were unknown to anyone, and he never spoke of them to anyone.

One day, they wanted to plant the red flag on the White House.

In today's environment, these words are truly like daydreaming; if spoken aloud, they would be ridiculed beyond belief.

Plant the red flag above the White House.

What unrealistic dreams are you having?

The United States is so powerful that we might not be able to catch up in 50 years. We should be grateful if we are not attacked; we are just indulging in wishful thinking.

While others might not know, Yang Jianguo was well aware of the truth.

It's true that the United States is powerful, but it's not as powerful as it seems; the extent of its power is enough to shock the world.

Who would have thought that Americans are also masters of boasting?

"Boss, everyone has arrived."

"Ah."

In the conference room, Yang Jianguo strode in and sat at the head of the table with an air of authority: "Today, I've called everyone here mainly to understand the specific progress of each project. Who would like to speak first?"

"Boss, where is Deputy Minister Xiang?"

"He stayed up all night with me last night, but his body couldn't take it anymore, so he went home to rest."

Upon hearing his explanation, the crowd couldn't help but scoff, 'You're really quite vigorous for your age.'

Yang Jianguo was several years older than Xiang Shaodong, and even he couldn't keep up, but Yang Jianguo at the head of the table seemed perfectly fine. Looking at his eyes, he was full of energy and showed no signs of fatigue at all.

There wasn't even a trace of redness in his eyes; I really don't know who among the crowd could outlast him.

Don't wait until everyone has left.

He remained seated there, like a pillar of strength, overseeing the overall situation—

That's fine too!

Yang Jianguo's personal abilities are beyond reproach.