Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

The three returned to the Hongxing Steel Plant.

As they passed the main gate, Fang Yuan got out of the car and made a phone call to the office, asking Luo Qingfeng and Jiang Bo to go to the steel rolling mill immediately.

When they arrived at the steel rolling mill, Luo Qingfeng arrived with Jiang Bo from the direction of the administration building within minutes.

After the group met, Fang Yuan began to walk towards the steel rolling mill office building.

Before they had walked more than a few steps, they found someone already waiting for them downstairs.

Upon seeing who it was...

Huang Xiang's secretary: Zhang Tianming.

He was also Fang Yuan's high school classmate. In my memory, after graduating from high school, he seemed to follow in his father's footsteps and work at Hongxing Steel Plant. But I never expected that he would be working as Huang Xiang's secretary.

Although current regulations prohibit department heads from having secretarial positions, there are always ways around it. The heads of several branch factories under Hongxing Steel Plant would pick a trusted person from their general affairs department to help handle miscellaneous matters.

Zhang Tianming warmly shook hands with Fang Yuan and the others in turn.

Fang Yuan glanced at Luo Qingfeng and Jiang Quan without making a sound.

Jiang Quan, oblivious to everything, looked around. Like Fang Yuan, this was also his first time visiting the steel rolling mill.

Luo Qingfeng, however, was different. After all, he had several years of work experience, so how could he not understand the meaning in Fang Yuan's eyes?

He hurriedly tried to speak up, saying that this was not a message he had tipped off.

Fang Yuan didn't give him a chance to explain, and chatted familiarly with Zhang Tianming as they walked into the building.

The group had just gone up to the second floor.

From a great distance, Huang Xiang's rough voice could be heard coming from the factory director's office.

"Director Jiang, I know it's difficult for you. There are rules from above that prevent us from making this exception. But it's even more difficult for those below. I have to take care of this matter. The people of Qin Family Village have been waiting for more than half a year."

Fang Yuan stood at the door listening for a while. Seeing that Huang Xiang had already gone this far, he immediately went over and asked with a smile, "Is this Director Jiang from the Personnel Department?"

Huang Xiang was surprised that Fang Yuan would walk up to him. He quickly moved the microphone away before replying, "Yes, yes, Fang, I'm having some business discussed right now. Please have a seat."

Fang Yuan took two more steps forward, grabbed the microphone, and said, "Come on, I'm quite familiar with Director Jiang, so I'll speak."

"what?"

In the instant Huang Xiang heard this, Fang Yuan had already grabbed the microphone, but all he heard was a busy signal.

"Director Huang, this is..."

"Hey, the phone line's down again. It's driving me crazy." Huang Xiang slapped his thigh and said to Zhang Tianming, feigning annoyance, "Why don't you hurry up and get someone to fix the phone line? You're just wasting our time."

Fang Yuan didn't expose his little trick and hung the receiver back on the telephone.

This is an internal circuit. Is it really that coincidental that it broke down so suddenly?

Just as I expected.

No wonder everyone says Huang Xiang is very slick and can use any trick.

After just this short foreplay, Fang Yuan already sensed it.

Huang Xiang also changed how he addressed Fang Yuan at this time.

"Section Chief Fang, what brings you to our steel rolling mill today? Even if you hadn't come, I would have gone to see you to express my gratitude."

"Thank me for what?" Fang Yuan asked, puzzled.

"It's about that incident a few days ago. When I went to report to Secretary Lin, he specifically asked me to find an opportunity to thank you." Huang Xiang enthusiastically picked up a Daqianmen cigarette from the table, tossed one to each person present, and then invited with a smile, "How about this, you all stay at our steel rolling mill tonight for dinner and a few drinks."

Faced with Huang Xiang's pressure, Fang Yuan showed no fear: "Fine, a few drinks won't hurt, but we need a reason to drink."

Huang Xiang asked curiously, "What kind of title do you want?"

"If you can get this done for me, I'll drink a whole bottle tonight, let alone a few drinks."

Fang Yuan threw the report about Qin Family Village onto the table and said with an air of authority.

Just then, Shi Qiaohong raised her camera and snapped a picture.

"Huh? Who is this lady?" Huang Xiang asked immediately when he saw that Shi Qiaohong had a camera hanging around her neck and didn't seem to be from their Red Star Propaganda Department.

"Shi Qiaohong, reporter for Beijing Daily," Fang Yuan stood up to introduce him.

"What? A newspaper reporter?" Upon hearing this, Huang Xiang jumped up from his chair and subconsciously touched his face.

Shi Qiaohong chuckled and said in a slightly mischievous tone, "Director Huang, I brought my press pass today and registered it at the gate."

After saying that, he even took out her work ID and showed it to her.

Within a minute, Huang Xiang's expression went from sunny to cloudy, and then back to sunny again.

Finally, he walked up to Shi Qiaohong and shook hands with her: "Hello, Comrade Shi, I am Huang Xiang, the director of the steel rolling mill."

"Hello, Director Huang, I've heard so much about you."

Huang Xiang reluctantly withdrew his hand and sat back down with a embarrassed expression.

"Xiao Fang, you just showed up like that, and you made quite a fuss. Why bother those reporters?"

"Director Huang, you don't know this, but I've also come here because the comrades from the newspaper said they wanted to clear our steel rolling mill's name."

Before Fang Yuan could ask again, Huang Xiang took the initiative to explain: "Actually, you should have seen it just now. I'm also worried about these quotas. I've begged and pleaded with everyone. I've gone to your main factory several times, but the personnel department just won't budge. They even said they'd take all these quotas back. I was practically begging them on my knees."

Fang Yuan had been waiting for him to say that, and immediately chimed in, "Director Huang, that's easy. I've dealt with Director Jiang a few times, so we have some acquaintance. As long as your steel rolling mill is okay, I'll have Comrade Jiang Quan from my office make a call to the personnel department. There shouldn't be any problem."

"Jiang Quan?" Huang Xiang muttered, puzzled.

Standing behind him, Zhang Tianming immediately stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Jiang Bo, the third son of Director Jiang."

The son is looking for his father; what can you say now?

Huang Xiang only then realized what was happening.

The visitor is up to no good.

Sitting opposite him, Fang Yuan, despite his young age, was clearly well-prepared.

Just as he was rethinking his strategy.

Fang Yuan had already given Jiang Quan a wink, and Jiang Quan quickly got up and walked to Huang Xiang's desk, making a gesture as if he was about to make a phone call.

"Hey, Section Chief Fang, wait a minute. Xiao Jiang, please sit down first."

Jiang Quan stopped and glanced at his boss. Seeing Fang Yuan wave at him, he moved and sat down next to Fang Yuan again.

No wonder.

At this moment, Luo Qingfeng also put away his contempt for Fang Yuan.

So that's why my section chief brought Jiang Quan here.

To be able to hold his own against a seasoned veteran like Huang Xiang for several rounds without being at a disadvantage.

Who dares to say that Fang Yuan is too young and unqualified to be the head of the third section of their inspection department?