Qi Tongwei at the start: Not relying on Liang Lu, but winning by a single move against Heaven.

Stepping out of the county government office building, a biting wind swept over her, and Zhao Xiaohui couldn't help but shiver.

She had completely lost her composure, and when she came to her senses, she was already standing next to the Bluebird car.

The eight words, "Prioritizing profit over sentiment, and letting earth bury fire," echoed repeatedly in her ears.

Those eight simple words felt like a curse, or perhaps her destiny book...

Zhao Xiaohui opened the car door in a daze and got into the car.

The driver in the front seat saw her arrive and asked her softly.

"Mr. Zhao, where are we going next? To the Beitai Oilfield, or back to the city?"

Zhao Xiaohui seemed not to hear, and a face suddenly appeared in her chaotic mind.

That was a face with a happy smile; it was Zhong Xiaoai's face.

Free love... If Zhong Xiaoai can do it, why can't Zhao Xiaohui?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaohui bit her scarlet lower lip and said in a deep voice.

"Go to Huoshaoliang Mining District Branch..."

The driver glanced at Zhao Xiaohui in the rearview mirror, said nothing, and gently pressed the accelerator.

The black Bluebird sped along and slowly drove into the compound of Huoshaoliang Public Security Bureau.

It was lunchtime, and the officers from the bureau were heading to the canteen in twos and threes.

As soon as Zhao Xiaohui got off the bus, she spotted a familiar figure in the crowd: Su Lie.

A smile appeared on her face, and she quickly went to meet him...

Su Lie was clearly surprised to see Zhao Xiaohui.

He paused for a moment before taking Zhao Xiaohui's hand and asking softly.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here... Have you run into some trouble?"

Zhao Xiaohui glanced at him, tried to control her tone, and spoke softly.

"I was on my way to the county government office to take care of some business, and I was just passing by... so I thought I'd drop by and see you..."

She paused slightly, looked directly into Su Lie's eyes, and said with a smile.

"Su Lie...it's almost lunchtime, do you have time...let me treat you to a meal..."

Just as Su Lie was about to answer, a childish voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Daddy...eat meat...Daddy, eat meat..."

As the sound rang out, a little boy stumbled and ran over.

The boy was still unsteady on his feet, and after running a few steps, he grabbed Su Lie's leg.

He looked up with his rosy little face and repeated it in a childish voice.

"Daddy...eat meat..."

Su Lie grinned, bent down and picked up the boy, then said to Zhao Xiaohui with a smile.

"My son...is just four years old. His mother has something to do today, so she asked me to take care of him for the day..."

The boy's face was red from the cold, and his eyebrows and eyes were seven or eight parts similar to Su Lie's, making him very cute.

Looking at the boy's face, Zhao Xiaohui felt a bitter taste in her mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment.

She reached out and gently pinched the boy's cheek, forcing a smile as she spoke softly.

"Then you go ahead with your work. I just stopped by to drop by, nothing else..."

She looked deeply at Su Lie, and when she spoke again, her voice was trembling slightly.

"I'm going back to Handong in a few days, so I'm saying goodbye in advance..."

I haven't had a chance to properly thank you for what happened last time, I'll have to find another opportunity...

After saying that, she stretched out one hand and said with a smile.

"Director Su, we'll meet again someday..."

Su Lie tightened his grip on the child in his arms, and was about to take Zhao Xiaohui's hand.

His hand had just reached out when Zhao Xiaohui grabbed it.

Su Lie was taken aback, glanced at the fair hand, and subconsciously said something.

"Mr. Zhao, have a safe trip... Hope to meet again someday..."

Sitting in the back of the Bluebird, Zhao Xiaohui trembled as she lit a green cigarette.

She took a deep drag of her cigarette and slowly exhaled.

Through the smoke, a bitter smile appeared on her lips as she muttered something softly.

"If there were no debts owed, why would we have met? It's all fate..."

After saying that, she sighed, patted the driver's seat, and said loudly.

"Go to the city, then back to the hotel..."

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror and tentatively asked a question.

"Mr. Zhao, we just booked a private room and paid... are we not going?"

Zhao Xiaohui grinned and said with a smile.

"I'm not going... The food in Bianxi isn't anything special..."

The Bluebird slowly started up, kicking up a trail of dust on the Gobi Desert highway, and gradually disappeared into the distance...

......

At the same time, in the canteen of the Fuyuan County Party Committee, Qi Tongwei was eating pilaf while reading the newspaper.

He was enjoying his meal when Baimaiti, carrying a plate, plopped down opposite him.

He placed the pilaf plate on the table, sighed, and said in a deep voice.

"Sigh, one problem after another... Working with you, there's never a day of peace..."

Qi Tongwei glanced at him, but didn't respond, continuing to eat and read the newspaper.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Baimaiti tapped the plate with his chopsticks and said in a deep voice.

"Hey, Secretary... I'm talking to you, give me a response..."

Qi Tongwei swallowed the pilaf in his mouth, glanced at him, and said with a smile.

"Do you think we're doing a comedy routine? There have to be give and take..."

"Just say what's on your mind, I'm not deaf, and I didn't shut you up..."

Baimaiti was speechless for a moment, then sighed and said with a wry smile.

"I just don't understand, why is it so difficult to do something with you..."

Just when things were starting to look promising regarding supplies... the generator set broke down again...

We got a call from Qingdao; the generator sets we ordered clashed with a key national project...

Qi Tongwei was taken aback, reached out and tapped the newspaper on the table, and asked softly.

"It can't be such a coincidence... Did it clash with this project?"

Baimaiti glanced at the headline in the newspaper, smiled wryly, and nodded.

"Oh, it's just such a coincidence...it just happened to clash with this project..."

They said the factory is working at full speed to meet demand and can't possibly take care of our six megawatts...

Qi Tongwei didn't respond. He quickly finished the last few bites of rice, picked up the newspaper, and said softly.

"I'll go back to my office first. Come to my office to talk after you've finished eating..."

Baimaiti frowned and was about to get up when Qi Tongwei grabbed him and pressed him down.

"Nothing's more important than eating. Let's talk after we eat. I'll wait for you inside..."

Back in his office, Qi Tongwei had just finished a cigarette when Baimaiti arrived.

Qi Tongwei got up, poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile.

"Speak up, what are your thoughts? What do you plan to do?"

Baimaiti lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said with a bitter face.

"What should I do? If there's a solution, why would I be worried... I also asked the Municipal Planning Commission, and they said they'll try their best to coordinate..."

But everyone knows that the Planning Commission can't really help with cross-provincial business.

Other provincial and municipal units simply wouldn't listen to the Bianxi Planning Commission...

Qi Tongwei nodded, paused for a moment, and then slowly asked.

"Where else can a generator set with these specifications be manufactured?"

Baimaiti was waiting for these words, so he immediately opened his notebook and said in a deep voice.

"I've already investigated. There are only three companies with production capacity..."

Qingdao, Shanghai, Handong, and you happen to be from Handong...

Before he could finish speaking, Qi Tongwei waved his hand and said with a smile.

"Brother, I'm from Handong, but Handong isn't mine..."

He paused slightly, glanced at Baimaiti, and his voice became more serious.

"You know my situation; I don't have much of a foundation in Handong..."

If we start with Handong, this matter will just revolve around Zhao Xiaohui again...

When Baimaiti saw that his proposal was rejected, he sighed and asked in a deep voice.

"What can we do then...? Right now, the whole country is vigorously developing small thermal power plants."

"Without connections, you simply can't get a generator set... the waiting list would stretch on forever..."

Qi Tongwei glanced at him, lit a cigarette, and said nothing.

After a long silence, Qi Tongwei opened a small notebook and said in a deep voice.

"I just remembered someone, but I don't know if he'd have a solution..."