The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1566 Northern Industry
in the corridor.

Li Feng, who took the time to come out and urge the food to be served, waved to the waiter outside.

Knowing that the guests in this private room were slightly different from the diners in the past, he hurried over.

After making the arrangements, Li Feng did not rush in. Instead, he struck a match and stood quietly at the window beside the corridor, watching the hustle and bustle on the street downstairs.

Normally, he was not a person who liked socializing, especially watching his mother-in-law pouring tea and wine, running around, and greeting old classmates who might have seemed a little unfamiliar to her for the sake of her son-in-law.

He knew that his father-in-law had good intentions and wanted to pass on this network of connections, but deep down, he still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, they were all elders, different from those people in the factory.

When you really get to such an occasion, drinking and socializing, you still have to remain humble, and only if you are a real military veteran like Jiang Xianda can you do it with ease.

"Squeak, boom~!"

Because the sound of the door opening came from his private room, Li Feng turned his head and looked.
"Not used to it?"

Zheng Chaoyang, who was wearing a black leather jacket, also left the dining table. I don't know what excuse he made, but when he saw Li Feng smoking in the corridor, he took out a cigarette, tapped it with his fingers, and put it in his mouth.

Li Feng took out a match, struck it, and helped Lao Zheng light the cigarette.

To be honest, although I don't like Lao Zheng a little, but in this kind of situation, Lao Zheng is the only one who can treat him most calmly.

Li Feng is still relatively unfamiliar with the other people, so it is not easy for him to be too enthusiastic right away. He has to judge the scale himself, especially when some of them are at a lower level than him. This is due to lack of experience and knowledge.

"A little bit, I'm not really good at drinking~!"

"You still have to be considerate. Old Huang is probably still traumatized by what happened a few days ago. You're his son-in-law. If I don't hand it over to you, who should I hand it over to~!"

Old Zheng patted the windowsill and simply leaned his hands outside the windowsill. He was less serious than when he was in the investigation department and more relaxed. He had been very busy recently and was busy all the time. It was rare for him to enjoy his leisure time.

"I know. I'm also afraid that he'll worry later, so I still have to eat this meal, even if it's just to get to know him~!"

Leaning against the windowsill, Li Feng flicked the ash outside, and the image of his father-in-law's current old appearance emerged in his mind. This was not something he said alone, but could be seen by everyone at the dinner table.

Everyone knew it tacitly, and no one mentioned Huang Yaqin's matter, but they also guessed that this incident was quite a blow to Huang's father. Coupled with what happened in the past few days, everyone more or less realized what Huang's father was thinking.

"The appointment and dismissal of personnel within the formal institutional framework is often affected by policy trends. You have to learn how to coexist with the open rules and hidden personal relationships. The allocation of materials by the unit requires approval from the local authorities, and the transfer of technical backbones cannot avoid the seal of the Labor Bureau. The operation of these key links is highly dependent on informal interpersonal tacit understanding."

It was rare that Lao Zheng did not talk to Li Feng about the enemy spies. Perhaps he had indeed discovered that the little guy in front of him was not very interested in these things.

That's right. Every time he is forced into doing things, he has to do it with clenched nose when something happens. This time, he dragged his family into the vortex. Li Feng can handle the usual struggles by himself, but this time it involves subsequent arrests, and many things cannot be disclosed to the outside world.

This may be the reason why Li Feng is willing to stay in the factory and do research-like work, rather than move to work under him.

He is old, just like Lao Huang. If Li Feng doesn't want to go, then he simply won't force him. As long as he does what he should do and cleans up every corner of the capital before he retires, it doesn't matter whether he goes or not.

"What's the difference between that and the dinner with Liu Haizhong and the others? Where does the informal interpersonal understanding and organizational relationship fit in?"

Li Feng asked himself, to reach his current position, he did not rely on the informal interpersonal tacit understanding that Lao Zheng mentioned, but worked hard step by step to stand at the forefront.

Li Huaide, who relied on his so-called connections to get the position of deputy factory director, was imprisoned while doing so step by step.

"Haha, if you want to get things done, you have to find a way. Some things may seem contradictory, but in fact there is a special balance, and there is a deep logic inside. Tacit understanding is often nested within the framework of the organization~!" "You must not break the principles of the organization, but you must also cleverly use the flexibility of the system to achieve your goals. The difference lies in the goals you set yourself~!"

Zheng Chaoyang's words were difficult to understand, but he explained the difference in a simple and profound way.

From his position, his goal is to eliminate the hidden spy organizations, so he cannot follow the rule of accepting death, because the enemy is flexible and changeable, so they must also be flexible and changeable in time.

Li Feng is not stupid, but he is young. He has reached the top position in the factory at a young age, so it is inevitable that he is ambitious. However, in Lao Zheng's opinion, this is a bit immature and lacks the corresponding political wisdom. No matter how many contributions he has made, he must be in a corresponding position.

If you cannot maintain the corresponding position, you will just be a wedding dress for others and will only make others successful. However, whether the goals of others are consistent with yours is questionable.

Only you know what path you want to take. As long as the result is good, the process can be more tortuous and flexible. As long as it is not for personal gain, it is public-spirited.

It is not shameful to go through the relationship between father-in-law and son-in-law. At least, the Huang family has no son to inherit the business. What's more, you, Li Feng, have not brought shame to your father-in-law in the industry.

Without a platform to realize my ambitions and having lost my fighting spirit at the grassroots level, I realized how important today's dinner is. It is something that many young people who want to realize their ambitions can only dream of but cannot achieve.

"Goal, my short-term goal now is to kick Qin Huairu out immediately. She is too dangerous right now. I suspect she is collecting the production data of bulletproof vests and spying on the research institute. Uncle Zheng, when are you going to close the net?"

Director Jin from the sewing workshop gave him feedback, and even Li Xuewen's side, through the information of Li Xuewu, was also feeding him feedback. Li Feng felt that the Investigation Department did not release Qin Huairu, but a time bomb.

If this woman really disregards her moral principles, like she did when she corrupted Nan Yi, Li Feng is really worried that some man in the research institute will not be able to bear it and his belt will suddenly loosen.

"The threads have been gradually cleared out. You don't have to worry about her. I'm curious, what is your long-term goal?"

After finding that he had convinced Li Feng, Lao Zheng started talking about his own professional stuff, and his expression became more relaxed. Of course, he still had to thank Comrade Li Feng, who had always been reluctant to join the investigation department.

Although the young man always refused to guard the darkness, what he did was undoubtedly more dedicated than many diligent investigators.

This kind of spy-attracting physique is unprecedented. During the trip to Shanghai, Gu Yaodong ate so much that his mouth was full.

After returning to the capital, he accidentally ran into an old lady selling popsicles and uncovered an entire intelligence trafficking network, which made Lao Zheng burp with satisfaction. Now, it's even more incredible. The moles hidden in deeper levels have been exposed under the spotlight.

Old Zheng was really envious of this kind of physique. If Li Feng chose to join the team of the Investigation Department, he would definitely take turns to intern for a period of time in major urban agglomerations across the country. Just as Jiang Taigong was good at fishing with a straight hook, he, Zheng Chaoyang, was good at making nests for Li Feng, and they would always hit the target.

Li Feng seemed to have seen what Lao Zheng was planning, and bared his teeth. Spies lurking in the dark were always sneaky, and Li Feng didn't like their stealthy style.

The only way is to develop technology, light up more technology trees, make those spies drool at the sight, have to send people over, want what they want but cannot get, and make the opponents anxious and run around in circles. That is the right way.

"As for the long-term goal, Red Star 787 Factory is a special product of the current special era. I think it may be more appropriate to use the name of North Industries Group or North Industries in the future~!"

Old Zheng raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Li Feng's appetite would be so big. In his words, the division-level arsenal was just a product of the current special era. He wondered if his teeth were as good as his appetite.

The waiter started serving the dishes. Li Feng and Lao Zheng flicked away their cigarette butts at the same time. Both of them looked like they had no manners at all, yet deep down, they seemed to be the same kind of people.

Through the box filled with the scent of sandalwood, what is inside is not only the intersection of individual destinies, but also the survival strategy of an era.

When the mainstream discourse required people to cut off the "old social relations", the eye contact in the aroma of braised pig's trotters and the silent contract reached in the sound of clinking glasses constituted the most tenacious social adhesive in that special era.

(End of this chapter)