Siheyuan: I will never tolerate gambling and drugs!

The night was so thick it was almost impenetrable.

The entire city of Beijing was immersed in silence, with only the autumn wind, like a homeless ghost, swirling back and forth in the empty alleys, swirling up a few withered leaves and making a "rustling" scraping sound as they brushed against the ground.

The residence of Minister of Industry, Gao Liang, was completely dark, both inside and outside the courtyard.

For Gao Liang, nights in peacetime are sometimes harder to endure than the hail of bullets.

Although his body was exhausted to the extreme, the nerve that had been taut on the battlefield for more than a decade could not be completely relaxed.

The slightest sound or disturbance can wake him from his light sleep.

Tonight will be the same.

He tossed and turned until late at night before finally managing to drift off into a light sleep.

Just as my consciousness began to settle, I heard my own soft snoring.

Just then.

"Thump! Thump thump!"

"Thump—!"

The heavy, urgent pounding on the door, like artillery fire suddenly erupting on a battlefield, brutally shattered the deathly silence of the night.

Gao Liang sprang up from the bed almost the instant the door opened.

It's not sitting up, it's springing up.

It's an instinctive reaction ingrained in our bones; muscle memory precedes brain thought.

A surge of violent fire erupted, shooting straight to the top of the head.

"Damn it! Who is it?!"

Gao Liang muttered a curse under his breath, his voice hoarse.

Disturbing his sleep was the thing he hated most in his life.

In times of war, being awakened by such noise in the middle of the night meant that the next second would be to reach for a gun, ready to fight to the death with any enemy that approached.

He stepped barefoot onto the cold ground, the burning heat in his body clashing violently with the chill in his feet.

He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair and threw it on, not even bothering to button it. He slipped on his cloth shoes, his anger practically bursting from his chest.

He rushed to the gate, slammed his hand on the bolt, and violently yanked the gate open with a loud "bang."

A chilly night wind suddenly rushed in.

A man stood outside the door in the darkness.

He was slightly overweight, with a bright, almost fawning smile on his face, and his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

It was Fang Mingyuan, the district head of Dongcheng District.

He was also Gao Liang's old comrade-in-arms from the same column back then, someone he had crawled out of a pile of corpses with.

They had both taken bullets for each other, a bond forged with their lives.

"Old Gao, are you asleep?"

As soon as Fang Mingyuan opened his mouth, that familiar rascal tone entered Gao Liang's ears.

In his left hand, he held a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor). The bottle was bare, without any labels, and it looked like a special supply produced in some small workshop.

In his right hand, he carried a large bag tightly wrapped in oil paper. Even through the thick oil paper, a domineering aroma of braised beef still forcefully and unreasonably entered Gao Liang's nostrils.

The aroma of wine and meat mingled with the chill of the night.

Gao Liang's eyes changed slightly.

He knew that old man's character all too well.

This shows they've really gone all out; what they're planning must be quite significant.

Upon seeing who it was, Gao Liang's anger not only didn't subside, but burned even more fiercely.

"Fang Mingyuan, are you fucking crazy?"

"Don't you know I don't need much sleep? What time is it? Can't we wait until dawn to talk about things that are about to fall apart?"

Fang Mingyuan didn't care at all about his sullen face that could scrape off three feet of frost.

He sidestepped, his slightly chubby body nimbly squeezing through the crack in the door, and walked into the room with practiced ease, muttering to himself all the while.

"I can't wait, I really can't wait."

"By daylight, the daylilies will be completely cold."

He slammed the things he was holding onto the octagonal table in the room with a thud, then turned around, rubbing his hands together, and looked at Gao Liang with eager eyes.

"Come on, there's a small restaurant nearby. The owner is from my hometown, and he left me a key to the back door. The fire on the stove is always kept warm, so we can cook all night."

"Let's have a good drink tonight, it's on me, you two brothers."

Gao Liang really wanted to kick him straight from the yard back to his district government.

But looking at Fang Mingyuan's shameless face that screamed "This isn't over until you come with me today," and smelling the irresistible aroma of braised meat, his stomach rumbled loudly.

My stomach was instantly whetted.

He knew his old friend's temperament all too well.

One doesn't visit the temple without a reason.

If someone sneaks into your door in the middle of the night, it must be something extremely important.

Moreover, it's usually not a good thing.

Gao Liang exhaled heavily, the breath condensing into a cloud of white mist in the cold air.

"I must have owed you something in my past life!"

He turned and went back into the house, cursing, and began frantically putting on his clothes and socks.

In the end, she was dragged out of her own house by Fang Mingyuan, who was half-pushing and half-pulling her, and she disappeared into the deep night.

The small restaurant was steaming hot.

The buzzing coal stove in the corner warmed the cramped space, and a large iron pot sat on it, the meat soup inside bubbling and bubbling, emitting an irresistible aroma.

After downing two cups of strong liquor, a burning sensation ran from his throat to his stomach, finally dispelling all the resentment that had been dragged out of bed by Gao Liang.

His taut facial features relaxed slightly as the alcohol seeped in.

Fang Mingyuan picked up the unlabeled bottle of liquor, pointed the bottle at the enamel mug in front of Gao Liang, and poured it full with a "glug glug".

The liquid was almost overflowing the rim of the cup.

He then used his greasy chopsticks to pick up an enormous piece of beef tendon wrapped in oil paper, covered with a layer of trembling tendons, and respectfully placed it into the shiny bowl.

After doing all this, he picked up his cup, his slightly chubby face crinkling with smiles that deepened the wrinkles.

"Old Gao, no matter what, this time, I, Fang Mingyuan, must offer you a proper toast to thank you!"

Gao Liang's chopsticks, holding beef, paused in mid-air.

Thank me?

His brain was working unusually fast under the influence of alcohol.

That old rascal, he won't get up early for nothing.

Knocking on the door in the middle of the night, serving wine and meat—that "thank you" carries considerable weight.

The thought flashed by in an instant, and then the brightness became clear.

It must be that old geezer who, relying on his position as district head, successfully "begged" money from some factory under the Ministry of Industry.

They either embezzled a batch of unplanned steel or intercepted a sum of money allocated for equipment from above.

This is how they finish their business and then come to me, the Minister of Industry, to nod and sign, go through the motions, and complete the formalities.

Thinking of this, Gao Liang's lingering morning grumpiness vanished instantly.

Instead, an unprecedented feeling of comfort surged from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Cool!

For so many years, this old fellow has relied on his position as a local official and the bond of comrades-in-arms, always acting like "I am the rule" wherever he goes, with his nostrils practically pointing to the sky.

Today, someone has finally come to me, Gao Liang, for a favor!

He slowly put the piece of beef shank back into the bowl, and then slowly put down his chopsticks.

Leaning back against the chair, the old wood groaned under its strain.

He waved his hand, and then crossed his legs, striking a pose with perfect poise.

"Old Fang, what are you saying?"

"We're all family, it's too formal to bring this up."

He paused, enjoying Fang Mingyuan's attentive listening expression, before continuing.

"What is our Ministry of Industry for? Our purpose is to provide support for your local economic development and to provide logistical support."

"I can't be the minister, enjoying a life of luxury in the ministry while you, my brother, the district head, have to tighten your belt and live a hard life down below, can I?"

His voice conveyed a sense of leadership concern and elder brotherly care.

"We've been brothers for so many years, Gao Liang, how could I bear to see you suffer?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Mingyuan's eyes shone even brighter, and his smile almost overflowed from the corners of his eyes and trickled down his cheeks.

"Look, look!"

He slapped his thigh hard, making a crisp "smack" sound.

"I knew it! That's the vision!"

He climbed up the pole as quickly as he could, and even the way he was addressed changed.

"Liangzi, no, Brother Liang! You're a true brother, you're capable! You're responsible! I'll remember your words! I'll remember them for the rest of my life!"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and adopted the posture of speaking from the heart.

"Among our old corps members, when it comes to character and conduct, you, Gao Liang, are the most outstanding! Open-minded! Generous!"

"Unlike Old Zhao from the Ministry of Health, that bookworm who's gone mad from studying too much, guarding those few doctors under his command like they're his own eyes, treating them like precious treasures."

"Last time our district hospital was short-staffed, I shamelessly begged him to spare a dozen or so doctors. Guess what he said? It was like he was asking for his life! In the end, he managed to say, 'Wait until they have babies, when they have a new generation of children, then we'll spare some for you!'"

Fang Mingyuan slapped his thigh in anger again.

"Listen to this bastard! Is he even speaking human language? Can a doctor give birth? No, can we wait for a doctor to give birth?! He's deliberately trying to disgust me!"

"If it weren't for our column giving their last jeep to the medical team to retreat first, with those short legs of his, he wouldn't have been able to even cross a shell crater! His lilac would have been worn away by now!"

This crude yet vivid complaint, every word of which precisely scratched Gao Liang's itch.

He felt lightheaded and comfortable, and the effects of the alcohol seemed to rise faster as well.

Gao Liang waved his hand casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Hey, you can't say that."

"Every family has its own problems, and everyone has their own difficulties at work."

He took a sip of his drink, smacked his lips, and spoke with the air of someone who had been through it all.

"Old Zhao, he has party loyalty, but he's not very bright, really. Don't be fooled by the few books he's read; he's stubborn and inflexible, and when he gets into a ruthless act, no one's face matters."

He glanced at Fang Mingyuan, lowered his voice, and pretended to be mysterious.

"It's not that I'm talking badly about him behind his back, but speaking objectively and as a person, how can he compare to us, his brothers who have a broad vision and a bond forged in life-or-death situations?"

"No, no, that's not appropriate."

He shook his head.

"Comparing him to us is asking too much of him."

Fang Mingyuan was genuinely shocked by Gao Liang's shamelessness when he heard this.

That old bastard, his skin is fucking thick!

What about perspective?

Back in the day on the battlefield, I borrowed two mortars from you, and you son of a bitch not only demanded I return four, but also insisted I write you an IOU for double the amount before you'd let me go!

I'll remember this for the rest of my life!

Despite his inner grumbling, Fang Mingyuan immediately put on an expression of "deeply enlightened and enlightened," nodding repeatedly in agreement.

He then took out a crumpled "Daqianmen" cigarette case from his shirt pocket, flicked out a cigarette, and respectfully offered it to Gao Liang's lips.

He struck another match, cupped his hands together, and leaned over to light it.

A flame flickered, illuminating his face, which was so sincere it was almost hypocritical.

"Yes, yes, Brother Liang is right! You really have a broad perspective, Brother Liang!"

"Leaving aside now, back in our column, you, Gao Liang, were known for being a generous and kind person!"

Gao Liang took a deep breath of the flame in Fang Mingyuan's hand, feeling perfectly at ease.

The pungent smoke instantly filled my lungs, bringing a slight dizziness and a great sense of satisfaction.

He squinted, letting the smoke swirl in his lungs before slowly exhaling two white dragons from his nostrils.

He patted the back of Fang Mingyuan's hand as he lit the cigarette for him, a gesture that seemed to be comforting an obedient junior.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

His voice was muffled, with a hint of tipsy languor.

"Those are all past glories."

"Not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning..."

Fang Mingyuan: "………"

During the meal, the frequency of toasting and drinking gradually slowed down.

Fang Mingyuan, however, never brought up the important matter. Instead, he showered the compliments on people as if they were free, one after another.

From his brilliant leadership in the military to his visionary leadership in the Ministry of Industry, every sentence hit Gao Liang right where it hurts.

Gao Liang's lips never closed.

That upward arc—if the fisherman Deng Gang from later generations weren't around, he would have definitely mistaken that mouth for a wild bigmouth bass and caught it.

As the alcohol took effect, he felt lightheaded, as if he were floating on clouds.

Fang Mingyuan accurately captured the slight unfocus in Gao Liang's eyes.

The time has come.

He gripped Gao Liang's large hand, which was resting on the table. The hand was rough, thick, and covered with calluses.

"By the way, Brother Liang, there's something else today. You have to help your little brother out."

Fang Mingyuan's voice was very low, carrying just the right amount of embarrassment.

Alcohol and flattery had burned away most of Gao Liang's rationality. At this moment, all that remained for him was a surge of heroic passion and an amplified sense of brotherly loyalty.

He waved his hand, causing the wine glasses on the table to tremble.

"We're brothers who've risked our lives for each other, so there's no need to say anything. I'll take care of it for you!"

Fang Mingyuan was waiting for these words.

He let out a long sigh, feigning concern, and his troubled expression deepened.

"You know what I'm dealing with, it's a huge mess. Now I have a project that needs to be launched, and all I'm missing is a capable leader who can keep things in order and has ideas and skills."

He paused, carefully observing Gao Liang's expression.

"You have so many talented people under you, lend me one, just one! Come and help me out, take charge of the work."

Can I borrow someone?

Gao Liang's mind went blank; he thought it was something incredibly serious.

That's it?

Without thinking, he thumped his chest loudly.

"That's easy! If you see one you like, just submit a report, and I'll approve it for you!"

A glint flashed in Fang Mingyuan's eyes, and he immediately raised his wine glass.

A gentleman's word is his bond!

Gao Liang was intimidated by this aura, so he straightened his neck and back.

"What's done is done!"

Fang Mingyuan immediately sealed this verbal promise, with the rim of the cup facing Gao Liang.

"We've got a deal, anyone who goes back on their word is a coward!"

Gao Liang, burning with the effects of alcohol and vanity, was completely unbearable to be provoked like this.

"I'm telling you, Mingyuan, who do you think you are?"

He snatched Fang Mingyuan's wine glass, filled it to the brim, and then pushed his own enamel mug over, which was full of strong liquor.

"You don't even trust me with something as trivial as temporarily reassigning someone? Punishment! Down both glasses! Anyone who backs out is a coward!"

Fang Mingyuan felt a surge of joy.

Without saying a word, he stood up straight and picked up the almost overflowing wine glass.

With two loud "smash" sounds, the empty wine glasses slammed heavily on the table.

The pungent liquor rushed down his throat and into his stomach, instantly turning his face bright red, but he didn't even blink, finishing every last drop.

"I misspoke, Brother Liang, you really are something else!"

After putting down the empty cup, he gave Gao Liang a thumbs up.

Gao Liang casually lit a cigarette, slightly raised his chin, squinted, and glanced at the two empty cups in front of Fang Mingyuan.

After confirming that everything was correct, he waved his hand with satisfaction and let out a loud burp.

"Tell me, who have you taken a fancy to?"

His tone was full of indifference.

"Just say the word, and I'll personally deliver it to you, given all these years of brotherhood."

Fang Mingyuan was secretly delighted when he saw Fang Mingyuan's little gesture of checking the wine glass.

You old codger, at a time like this, you're still worried about these two drinks.

He solicitously took out a match from his pocket, struck it with a "sizzle," cupped the flame in his hands, and bowed and scraped as he lit the cigarette in Gao Liang's mouth.

The entire process was handled perfectly.

The flames illuminated his smiling face, making him appear exceptionally sincere.

Only then did he slowly straighten up and clearly, word by word, utter two words.

"Xu Lin".

hum!

Gao Liang's head seemed to have been struck hard by an invisible hammer.

The boiling intoxication was shattered in that instant, and a bone-chilling cold shot from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

Xu Lin?!

He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes, which had just been hazy from the alcohol, suddenly narrowed, shooting out two cold, piercing beams of light that were fixed on Fang Mingyuan's face.

How could he not be familiar with this name!

That was a precious talent that the top leader personally instructed him to take on more responsibility and to cultivate as a key individual!

A genius who is not only a medical expert with superb skills and high medical ethics, but also makes a name for himself in the field of industrial technology!

He protected this man like the apple of his eye at the steel rolling mill, waiting for the right moment to deliver a perfect report to his superiors.

Now, this old bastard actually wants to poach someone right under his nose?

"Fang Mingyuan!"

The high-pitched voice suddenly rose, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between the teeth, exuding an uncontrollable ferocity.

"You fucking wait for me here!"

He pointed at Fang Mingyuan's nose, his body trembling slightly with anger.

"Don't try to play dumb with me! Don't think you can fool me just because I'm drunk. Where did you hear about this person? What are you trying to do?!"

"Hey, Lao Gao, don't be in such a hurry."

Fang Mingyuan saw that he was about to explode, but he still had that same cheeky, shameless look on his face, changing the subject and stammering, refusing to get to the point.

The anger in Gao Liang's heart suddenly shot up to his throat.

He resorted to shameless tactics.

"If you don't explain yourself clearly today, everything you said at the dinner table just now will be considered nonsense!"

"No, no, no, I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?"

Fang Ming... from a distance, it seems the time is ripe; pushing him any further might lead to a lose-lose situation.

He then feigned reluctance and slowly took out a document from his briefcase.

The document was well protected, with neat edges and corners.

He gently pushed the document in front of Gao Liang.

On the cover, the bold text, each stroke like a steel needle tempered with ice, pierces the bright eyes.

"Reform Plan for Centralized Heating Using Waste Heat from Blast Furnaces in Steel Rolling Mills".

It was the same copy that Xu Lin had given to Director Wang.

"See for yourself."

Fang Mingyuan's voice carried a leisurely air, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Gao Liang suspiciously grabbed the few pages of paper. The paper felt slightly cool to the touch, but it instantly made his palms sweat. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, which were red from drunkenness and anger, and focused his gaze on the words.

After only a few glances, his breath caught in his throat.

At this moment, the battle-hardened heart in his chest was gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

His expression underwent a dramatic transformation in just a few seconds.

From initial wariness, it quickly turned into unbelievable surprise, followed by the shock of seeing a rare treasure, and finally, that shock turned into a flush of ecstatic joy that burned from the base of the neck all the way to the tips of the ears!

Centered on the steel rolling mill!

It covers a radius of ten or even twenty kilometers!

Turning waste into treasure requires almost zero cost to start!

Solved the winter heating problem for hundreds of thousands of residents!

This……

This is no longer a political achievement!

This is a meritorious deed! A feat worthy of being recorded in the annals of merit!

His hand holding the project proposal trembled slightly, uncontrollably. Those few thin pages felt incredibly heavy at that moment.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on Fang Mingyuan's smiling face.

"This...this was Xu Lin's doing?"

"Genuine or genuine."

Fang Mingyuan nodded slowly, his fingers deftly taking the plan back from Gao Liang's trembling hand, as if reclaiming something that rightfully belonged to him.

Then, he dropped an even bigger bombshell.

"Moreover, our colleagues from the subdistrict office went to the steel rolling mill and saw it for themselves; the pilot project has been a success, and the results are amazing!"

He paused, each word like a hammer blow striking Gao Liang's heart.

"Comrade Xu Lin is of noble character and integrity, and is willing to donate this complete technology to our subdistrict office free of charge, so that our district can take the lead in implementing it!"

Gao Liang was completely dumbfounded.

He felt as if his brain had been turned into a mushy mess with a stick, all his thoughts cut off. His heart was first clenched, making it hard to breathe, and then, a surge of overwhelming anger, mixed with the utter humiliation of being deceived and outmaneuvered, exploded through the top of his head!

"Fang Mingyuan! You shameless old bastard!"

Gao Liang slammed his hand on the table, leaping up from his chair. The old wooden table groaned in pain, and the cups and plates on it shook violently.

He pointed at Fang Mingyuan's nose, his vocal cords twisted and deformed from extreme anger.

"Xu Lin is one of my men in the Ministry of Industry! The steel rolling mill is one of my factories in the Ministry of Industry!"

"The benefits generated by the projects he initiated should rightfully belong to my Ministry of Industry!"

"You're just a district head in charge of a local area, you're overstepping your bounds!"

"You're poaching my client! This is blatant robbery!"

He finally understood!

I understand completely now!

That old fox, from the moment he knocked on his door, laid a trap. All that camaraderie, all that thank-you wine—it was all a damn pretense!

He didn't come to thank me at all; he came to steal me! No, he came to rob me!

Faced with Gao Liang's thunderous rage that could devour a living person, Fang Mingyuan remained as calm as Mount Tai.

He slowly picked up his wine glass, took a sip, letting the spicy liquid roll over his tongue, before speaking softly.

Liangzi, calm down.

"I have already given a special report on this matter to the higher-ups."

One sentence was like a bucket of ice water poured over Gao Liang's head.

All his curses and rage came to an abrupt halt, stuck in his throat.

Fang Mingyuan looked at his face, which froze instantly, and the corners of his mouth widened, finally revealing his true colors.

"The top leader... has already given his approval."

"They also said that this is a great thing that benefits the country and the people, and that it should be handled as a special case, so that our Dongcheng District can boldly carry it out."

He leaned forward slightly, looking at Gao Liang's distraught appearance, and delivered the final blow.

"As for talent... he said that as long as it is for the people, it will shine wherever it is placed."

"Besides, Lao Gao, I genuinely drank those two glasses of wine just now. Anyone who goes back on their word is a coward. You said that yourself, didn't you?"

boom!

Gao Liang felt dizzy and his vision went black. He plopped back into his chair with a thud.

His face was deathly pale.

It’s over.

It's all over.

He was completely outmaneuvered by this old fox from beginning to end! Without the slightest slip-up!

First, promise him a drink, then use the bond of life-or-death friendship and brotherhood to win him over.

Then, take the instructions from the top leader to completely eliminate any possibility of his resistance.

He was caught in a dilemma.

To agree means to watch this tremendous achievement slip away right under your nose, and to personally hand over the talent you value to someone else.

If you don't agree, it means you're disobeying the top leader's instructions, openly stealing credit from the district government, and you'll be branded as someone who "talks nonsense" and "is a coward who goes back on their word" throughout the industry.

Gao Liang knew perfectly well that since the top leader had spoken, Fang Mingyuan had no need to pull this stunt. He set up this whole thing, invited him to dinner, and said all those conciliatory things, purely to shut Gao Liang up, to make him suffer this injustice in silence, with no one to complain to!

Murder, but also punish!

"You...you're ruthless!"

Gao Liang stared intently at his old comrade-in-arms, who was grinning smugly, his teeth grinding together and his cheek muscles bulging.

Finally, he grabbed his coat draped over the back of his chair, and without a word, filled with humiliation and anger, stormed off.

"Hey, Liangzi, don't go! We haven't finished our drink yet..."

Fang Mingyuan remained seated, not moving an inch, but raised his voice and leisurely called out.

His response was a roar that Gao Liang forced out through clenched teeth.

"Drink your grandma's leg! Fang Mingyuan, you old bastard, just you wait, this isn't over!"

Hearing the distant roar, Fang Mingyuan didn't take it to heart at all.

He picked up the wine glass in front of him, held it to his nose, and smelled it, looking completely intoxicated.

"Sizzle, hiss~"

"This wine is so good, do you even understand it, you old man?"

He shook his head and let out a meaningful sigh.

"Alas, the world is going to the dogs, the world is going to the dogs. I'm afraid my brother will suffer, I'm afraid my brother will drive a Jeep..."

……

Gao Liang didn't sleep a wink all night after returning home.

He lay stiffly on the bed, his eyes red like a rabbit's. To him, the ceiling was just Fang Mingyuan's smug face.

He spent the whole night figuring out how to win back Xu Lin and the project, but no matter how he thought about it, it all seemed like a dead end.

Just as dawn was breaking, the door was pounded on again, even harder than the night before.

Fang Mingyuan stood at the door, looking energetic, with his secretary following behind him, carrying a briefcase, ready to get down to business.

"Minister Gao, let's go! Let's fulfill our promise!"

"Get out of here!"

Gao Liang let out a weak roar through the door.

"Don't mind."

Fang Mingyuan stood at the door, not annoyed at all. Instead, he raised his voice even louder, as if afraid that the neighbors would not hear him.

"A real man's word is his bond!"

"Besides..." he deliberately drawled, "the big boss said we need a clear answer to this as soon as possible. Can you afford to delay?"

"Even if you're a reckless old man who fears nothing, someone at the dinner table yesterday said that anyone who goes back on their word is a coward. Why don't I go around the yard and spread the word for you?"

Gao Liang, lying in bed acting like a scoundrel, felt his heart sink to the bottom.

He knew that things had come to this point and he had no chance of turning the tide.

Fang Mingyuan, that old fox, must have made thorough preparations beforehand, setting a trap and waiting for him to take the bait...

Half an hour later.

A jeep stopped at the gate of the steel rolling mill.

Gao Liang, who had been dragged over by Fang Mingyuan, had huge dark circles under his eyes and his face was filled with the words "I have no will to live." He mechanically got out of the car.

He made his decision.

Today, no matter what, we must find out the whole story.

This time, we've really messed up, completely and utterly.

But there must never be a second time!

Even if we have to hand him over, we have to let that kid Xu Lin know that Gao Liang is still the Minister of Industry, and that he has the ability to bring him back if he wants to!

But as soon as he stepped into the factory area and his gaze habitually swept towards the notice board at the main gate, he froze on the spot.

The brand-new, brightly lit notice posted in the most conspicuous place made my bright pupils suddenly shrink to the most dangerous pinpoints!

"Decision on Punishment of Comrade Xu Lin for Causing a Production Accident Due to His Aggressive Work Style!"