Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Do your job.

Especially for leadership positions, it is essential to learn to prioritize and delegate. For unimportant tasks, a passing grade of 60% is acceptable, while for important tasks, a relentless and thorough approach is required.

In Fang Yuan's mind, the 500 yuan was a 60-point job, while the steel rolling mill's counterpart assistance and supervision of Qinjiacun might become his first 100 points since he came to the supervision department.

Therefore, after much thought...

Fang Yuan finally produced the document regarding the steel rolling mill's counterpart assistance to Qinjiacun.

As Li Jianye said, it may be a thankless task or a futile effort.

But he had already promised the people of Qin Family Village that he would try his best to fight for it, and this matter should be done.

Besides, even if he doesn't take over, the other two supervisory groups might not take it over either. Rather than being forced to do it passively in the end, it's better to take the initiative now and go to the steel mill to meet Huang Xiang.

Having made up his mind, Fang Yuan immediately took the document from the table and put it in his hand.

"I have a supervisory document here regarding the steel rolling mill. Take a look. Who wants to come with me?"

Jiang Quan: "Me."

Gu Weijie: "I'll go."

Luo Qingfeng: "I'll go."

Lin Qian: "I'll go too."

The four people took turns expressing their opinions.

Fang Yuan handed the document to Wang Qian, who was sitting closest to him, and said calmly, "Don't rush, take a look at the document first."

Although he had already made up his mind, Fang Yuan was not in a hurry. Instead, he planned to see the attitude of his subordinates first.

In the time it takes to smoke two cigarettes, the group finished reading the documents.

Seeing that no one spoke first, Fang Yuan began calling out names: "One by one, ladies first. Wang Qian, you go first, just say what you have to say."

Wang Qian, whose name was called, frowned and, after thinking it over, said frankly, "Section Chief, this is not a good matter! We knew before that the other counterpart factories had all filled several quotas, but now the steel rolling mill has not been allocated a single quota."

Gu Weijie then added, "That's right, I called before, and the person in charge of the steel rolling mill said he would expedite the process, but it has been delayed again and again."

Because he was ostracized from the steel rolling mill, Luo Qingfeng spoke even more bluntly: "I heard that Director Huang said in private that none of these positions are allowed to be agreed to without his approval. He... he seems to have some influence."

"Did you really say that? Did you say it yourself?" Fang Yuan pressed.

"I was drinking with some friends from the steel rolling mill. That guy can't hold his liquor, and he let it slip when he was drunk," Luo Qingfeng replied truthfully.

Fang Yuan nodded and asked again, "In that case, is there anyone else willing to go?"

Luo Qingfeng: "I'll go."

Jiang Quan: "I'll go."

Seeing that the two had expressed their opinions, Gu Weijie and Wang Qian belatedly followed suit and expressed their willingness as well.

"First come, first served. Lao Luo and Jiang Quan will be coming with me. You guys get ready and wait for my notification."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, then called out Luo Qingfeng and Jiang Quan's names, tossed the file folder to Jiang Quan for safekeeping, and left the office first.

As for Gu Weijie and Wang Qian, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they realized they didn't have to go down with them.

They simply couldn't figure out how Fang Yuan could possibly deal with Huang Xiang.

"Do you think the section chief has gone to come up with a solution?"

"Could he have asked his supervisor for help?"

"In my opinion, Director Huang is not a easy person to deal with."

As soon as Fang Yuan left, Wang Qian and the others began to whisper among themselves.

After all, this was the first thing Fang Yuan had done after arriving at the Third Inspection Team, so they were inevitably a little unsure.

Fang Yuan arrived at Wang Qingling's office.

After receiving permission, he entered and stated his purpose directly. Finally, he said, "Director, are there any drivers available in the motor pool? I'd like to go out and get some help."

"If you're free, I'll let you know so you can go down and find Master Li An." Wang Qingling raised his hand to smooth the few remaining strands of hair on his head and said, "Xiao Fang, as long as you get this done, our factory office will give you the top credit."

Wang Qingling didn't ask Fang Yuan where he was going to get reinforcements. He naturally knew that as a leader, sometimes you can't interfere too much in your subordinates' work process.

As long as the result is good, that's fine. Knowing too much about the process can sometimes make you more entangled in it.

After being greeted by Wang Qingling, Fang Yuan went downstairs.

The rest area for the motor pool team is located on the far right side of the first floor of the administration building.

Further to the side is a parking lot, specifically for parking vehicles belonging to factory leaders and visitors. Currently, there are two Hongqi cars and one GAZ-69 parked inside.

When Fang Yuan arrived at the entrance of the vehicle depot, he was surprised to find that the door was closed even on such a hot day.

If it weren't for the clattering of chess pieces inside, he would have almost thought no one was in the room.

Raise your hand and knock on the door.

"It's unlocked, come in yourself." A rough voice came from inside, followed by an angry curse: "Hey, where the hell is my car?"

Fang Yuan pushed open the door, and the room was filled with smoke. There were four people in total, all wearing white vests and with a cigarette dangling from their mouths.

Three of them were playing chess together, while another person sat at the innermost desk, engrossed in reading a storybook.

This feeling of comfort, ease, and leisure.

No wonder everyone says that drivers are in high demand these days; they wouldn't trade their jobs for a county magistrate position.

"Which one of you is Master Li? Director Wang asked me to go out for a bit." Fang Yuan asked while offering cigarettes.

Luckily, I had experience and carried two boxes of Daqianmen cigarettes in my pocket before leaving home; otherwise, after all this time, I would have had to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy more.

One of the players looked up at him, then patted his backside, stood up, and casually ruffled the chess pieces on the board, saying, "Change of players, change of players."

The person sitting opposite him immediately became furious and cursed, "You bastard, don't cheat, give me the cigarette if you lose."

Master Li grabbed Fang Yuan and headed out, saying without turning his head, "What's the rush? I can't get away from you."

After leaving the caravan, Fang Yuan followed him into a jeep. The moment his backside touched the seat, Mr. Li introduced himself: "My name is Li An. You must be Fang Yuan?"

Seeing the wrinkles on his face and his dry skin, Fang Yuan guessed he was probably in his thirties or forties, and called out, "Brother Li, do you know me?"

Ang Lee did not answer, but instead expertly took out a canteen from under the car seat, unscrewed the cap, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

Seeing Fang Yuan sniff, Li An calmly took a big gulp, then screwed the lid on the kettle and put it back in its place.

Holy crap!

Watching Ang Lee skillfully turn the steering wheel with one hand, Fang Yuan couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "The 60s were truly a golden age for talent!"

"It's all a habit I developed from driving long distances for deliveries. Now, I feel uncomfortable if I don't have a puff before driving," Li An explained cheerfully before answering Fang Yuan's question: "I've heard from the people in the motor pool that a new college graduate named Fang Yuan joined our factory office. He's quite handsome, and I guessed it was you."

"Oh, right, Section Chief Fang, I forgot to ask where we're going?"

"BJ Daily"