I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 585 Forest Area, Please Guide Me
At the Kailai Hotel, the doors to the private rooms were tightly closed, and the air conditioning was running at full blast.

Zhang Mingde sat in the main seat, raised his glass, and looked around: "Come on, factory directors, let's have a drink."

Zhao Dezhu, the director of the provincial transformer factory, downed his drink in one gulp, wiped his mouth, and laughed out loud: "District Chief Zhang, you don't know, that girl surnamed Lin went to the picture tube factory to put on a show again yesterday, squatting in the workshop and moving parts with the workers, getting all dusty and dirty. The dignified district chief is acting like a workshop director."

“That’s because she’s going deep into the grassroots,” Liu Fuquan, the director of the provincial cable factory, said sarcastically, picking up a piece of braised fish with his chopsticks. “I heard she privately said we’re the sinners of Tienan. I just don’t understand, we’ve worked here for over ten years, and now we’re sinners?”

Old Sun, the factory director of the provincial machine tool factory, chuckled: "Let her mess around. What good would it do if she managed to revive that mess of a cathode ray tube factory? As for her so-called market-order-driven reform, I spit on it. Our factory is a district-owned enterprise; what right does a district head have to interfere?"

Zhang Mingde slowly swirled the baijiu in his glass, a smile playing on his lips: "Let me be frank with you all. Our new leader wants to set up some pilot units, and I'm telling you straight, without your cooperation, she won't be able to get a single one moving. Without your approval, her whole plan is just a castle in the air. Come on, drink up."

The group clinked glasses, and the laughter grew even louder.

Zhao Dezhu slammed his fist on the table and said, "Let her keep busy. By the end of the year, the only pilot enterprise will still be her precious CRT factory. Let's see how she explains herself to the provincial authorities!"

Just as the atmosphere was getting lively, the door was suddenly pushed open.

Xiao Ma from the district government office leaned out, his face pale: "District Chief Zhang—"

"What is it?" Zhang Mingde frowned.

Xiao Ma swallowed hard: "Something's happened. The transformer factory, the cable factory, the machine tool factory, and several others... they said they jointly wrote a letter of complaint, and it's causing quite a stir."

What does this mean? The private room fell silent instantly.

The wine glass in Zhao Dezhu's hand hovered in mid-air, and the smile on his face froze.

Liu Fuquan dropped the fish meat from his chopsticks onto the table without noticing. Old Sun's face turned from red to white, and his lips trembled slightly.

"What?!" Zhao Dezhu's voice was weak.

Xiao Ma didn't dare to look up: "They said they were withholding workers' wages to fund entertainment..."

Zhang Mingde slammed down his wine glass, his face ashen.

After a few seconds of silence, she took a deep breath and stood up: "Calm down, what's the panic?"

“It’s just a few workers causing trouble, isn’t it?” Zhang Mingde turned around, his voice low. “We are doing this for the public good. They are being instigated by others and don’t understand our good intentions.”

She patted Zhao Dezhu on the shoulder: "Go back and tell your factory staff that we're all doing this for the good of the factory. Changhong Factory has orders, but how many orders are there? Can they support so many people? Tell them not to believe everything they hear, and to take a long-term view. We see the difficulties the factory is facing and are trying to find solutions. But if they do this and the foreign business finds out, won't that affect our cooperation?"

Liu Fuquan asked in a trembling voice, "What about Lin Xiaohe...?"

“Her?” Zhang Mingde sneered, but his hand trembled slightly. “She just arrived and is completely clueless. She doesn’t have a deep understanding of many things. I will find an opportunity to talk to her.”

The private room was brightly lit, and the shadows of the people on the floor looked like twisted snakes.

Zhang Mingde sat back down, picked up his wine glass, and found that most of the wine had been spilled.

She tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp, then slammed the glass down: "Go back, everyone, and keep an eye on your own people. No one should get together for the next few days."

The group stood up and walked out in a disorderly manner.

Zhang Mingde sat alone in the private room, sweat trickling down his temples, the napkin in his hand crumpled into a ball.

To her surprise, the workers' determination to have a better life was very strong. After the factory managers returned to the factory, the situation did not stop, but instead escalated.

Based on this incident, Benshan Media in the provincial capital created a fictional skit called "The Ninth-Rank Sesame Official," which was recently performed at Liu Laogen Grand Theater and received enthusiastic acclaim.

[Forest area, looking for someone to guide me.]

……

These satirical and witty quotes resonated with many people and spread widely.

The sketch comedy "Hail the Judge" was performed again and again. The actors from Benshan Media were hoarse from talking so much, but they still persevered amidst the enthusiastic applause of the audience.

Uncle Benshan called Lin Xiaohe to report: "Every show is sold out, and the audience response is very good."

Lin Xiaohe: "Has anyone caused trouble?"

"Haha, there are some, but nothing to worry about." Uncle Benshan was in high spirits.

Hehehe, I really have a keen eye; the powerful figure I've latched onto is truly dazzling!

Lin Xiaohe gave a few instructions and then hung up the phone.

She and Chen Guang are conducting on-site inspections of the second batch of pilot enterprises.

The first batch of pilot enterprises were those that had transformed their production lines in a short period of time to produce components for LCD TVs, with Changhong's LCD TVs as the core.

With Changhong's factory there, these factories won't lack orders. Similarly, with these factories, Changhong's LCD TV production will reach a new level, alleviating the supply-demand imbalance.

The second batch of pilot enterprises are benchmarked against PHS (Personal Handyphone System). Changhong's factory will no longer produce complete sets of devices, but will retain the most basic chip mounting and final assembly and debugging, separating out the relatively low-tech and labor-intensive processes.

Chen Guang looked at the information and quickly recited the names: "Provincial Capital Mold Factory, Tienan Plastic Products Factory, Provincial Capital Cable Factory, Provincial Capital Second Wire Factory..."

The PHS (Personal Handyphone System) business is mainly divided into two parts: the production of PHS phones and the construction of base stations.

The construction of base stations is urgent and requires a large number of power lines, grounding wires, etc.

Lin Xiaohe made a quick decision: "Let's go to the cable factory in the provincial capital."

This factory used to be the largest cable factory in Asia, but now it is suffering serious losses and tens of thousands of employees are out of work.

The factory director was so anxious that he contemplated suicide and secretly contacted Lin Xiaohe several times behind Zhang Mingde's back.

The taxi sped along the road when suddenly the sound of a mobile phone ringing in the quiet cabin.

Chen Guang: "Boss, Zhang Mingde is looking for you!"

Tell her I'm busy.

"Ok."

The workers have already raised their sharp swords, and to prevent a repeat of the events in Anning County, the authorities will certainly use swift and decisive measures, sacrificing these pilot enterprises as offerings to quell public anger.

In this battle, the factory managers in the Tienan District will find out who is the king and queen!