1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 569 I Need Your Help
Although Yang Mo's personnel file was attached to the Drilling Company and he still retained the position of the Chief of Momo Baitou, in fact, after he became the general manager of the Urban Property Fund Company, he returned to the Drilling Company less and less frequently, and the Drilling Company tacitly ignored this situation. Not to mention the weekly work meetings, even the monthly middle and senior management meetings seemed to have been forgotten by everyone in the Drilling Company. Some people even made joking bets in private about whether this young man who had jumped to the level of a director in just three years would return to the Drilling Company on the eve of this year's National Day, New Year's Day and Spring Festival.

Therefore, when the news that Yang Mo suddenly left Dezhou and rushed back to Linyi spread quietly in some local small circles, everyone was shocked.

Although Yang Mo did not return to the drilling company this time, it would be better for him to go back directly to the drilling company!

You have to understand that the special investigation team sent by the city is now investigating and collecting evidence in various places in Linyi County. The relationship between some people in the county and Yang Mo has become quite unknown to outsiders. At this delicate moment, you come back so openly. How will those people who have tried hard to find you before but to no avail think?
Doesn't Yang Mo also want to wait until the special investigation team's work is finished?
This way at least there is room for maneuver to pretend to be stupid.

But there was no way, he had his own reasons for coming back.

………………

Linpan Oilfield, a staff activity center that looks a bit old.

Yang Mo, who had just won the game 21:19, put down his table tennis racket, sat down on a chair with sweat all over his forehead, and waved his hands dejectedly: "No, no, I haven't touched the racket in a few years. I have forgotten how to play this ball. It was so difficult for me to win even when you let me win. If I don't let me win, I will be punished by you, the fat guy!"

The fat boy Zhang Jun took the dry towel and two bottles of the most fashionable Mohua Eight Treasure Tea from the little follower at the door. He waved his hand and asked people to leave. Then he turned around and handed over the towel and iced Eight Treasure Tea.

"Boss, what you said... How could I let you down? It's obvious that you are a superb player. Even though you haven't played for a few years, your level is still up to par!"

As he spoke, Zhang Jun lifted his increasingly obvious belly with a sad face, and said sarcastically, "Speaking of which, Boss, you are such a good player, you are 1.8 meters tall, and your smash is amazing. You have the ability to fight with the masters of the factory table tennis team. Why do you just bully a fat guy like me who is neither better nor worse?"

Hearing this seemingly complaining, but actually a silent compliment, Yang Mo looked at him with a smile, wiped his sweat with a dry towel, took out two cigarettes from his pocket and shared them with others: "Boy, I haven't seen you for a year, and your flattery skills have improved. I guess there is no place in the oil production plant where you, Zhang Jianjun, can't get along, right?"

Upon hearing this, the fat boy Zhang Jun complained: "Boss, what are you talking about? What do you mean by "your ability to flatter others"? I'm just telling you the truth, okay?"

After saying that, he showed a bit of embarrassment on his face: "Okay, I admit that I am doing well in the factory now, but this has nothing to do with me. If I really have to count, three points of credit should be attributed to my father who is the vice president, and the remaining six points of credit... should be attributed to you, the boss."

After saying that, Zhang Jun looked at the empty table tennis room and chuckled, with a smug look on his face like an uneducated second-generation rich kid.

At first glance, this sounds like there is nothing wrong with it.

After all, there aren't many other things in state-owned enterprises, but there are a lot of people who are good at scheming and dealing with human relations. At the age of 26 and with only four years of work experience after graduation, Zhang Jun can become the deputy section chief of the asset management department of an oil field. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is already an exaggeration to say that he can have a share of the credit in this.

With a father who is a vice president at home, and the third-ranked vice president, it goes without saying that he can enjoy the care he can get in a secondary production unit with considerable autonomy;

As for this little fat guy's other connections, they are even more amazing. Not only has he become a director at such a young age, but didn't you see that when he arrived, all the main leaders of the oil field came together to accompany him on a tour?

More importantly, after the tour, he ignored so many factory leaders and just waved his hand to send everyone away, leaving only this fat guy to play ball with them. What kind of relationship... let alone making it in the oil field, even if he sneaked into the Dongying Command Center, he would definitely be in a bad situation.

However, as one of the people Yang Mo is most familiar with, Zhang Jun's expression may deceive others but not him.

Taking out a cigarette from his pocket and passing it to Yang Mo, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Why, it's been less than a year, and you've become so distant from your own brother?"

Like Bao Shuxian, Zhang Lin and others, Yang Mo and Zhang Jun knew each other when they were little. Although the group of people called each other "Old Four", "Old Six", "Big Brother", "Fatty" and so on, it was just a joke originated from the university dormitory culture... To be honest, Zhang Jun, who had a much better family background, joined everyone in such fooling around just because they could get along well.

But with the sudden rise of Yang Mo, the fat boy Zhang Jun's way of addressing Yang Mo changed from "Old Six" to "Big Brother"... In fact, this address did not carry too much utilitarian color at that time. It was nothing more than that the fat boy felt that Yang Mo's ability and courage made him admire him very much, so he was willing to call him that. They treated each other as they should and joked as they should. At most, he secretly regarded Yang Mo as half of his idol.

But today, although Zhang Jun still calls him "Boss" and they are still so intimate when joking around, the flattery and fawning before have become the attitude of subordinates towards their superiors... Even if the flattery is done without any trace, it is still flattery, and it is fundamentally different from jokes between friends.

Hearing Yang Mo's casual words, Zhang Jun was stunned, and chuckled. He was about to deny it, but when he saw Yang Mo's smiling eyes, he choked and the words he wanted to blurt out were swallowed back into his stomach. He finally scratched his head, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.

Seeing this, Yang Mo did not blame him, but handed him the lighter and took the initiative to light it for him: "Why, are you unhappy working at the oil field?"

Faced with this treatment that even his own father was not eligible for, Zhang Jun hesitated for a moment, but still moved the cigarette closer to light it up: "Boss, look at what you said, don't you know what kind of place the oil production plant is? Don't you know what a shitty department the Asset Management Department is? Working in such a department for three years, you will either become corrupt or go crazy. It's not easy for me to live like a normal person until now... It's really strange that I can be happy!"

Hearing this, Yang Mo smiled and said, "I can't help it. Your name is Jianjun."

Hearing this, the fat boy puffed out his chest a little complacently, but it quickly deflated again.

The reason why this fat guy could get along well with Yang Mo, Bao Shuxian, Zhang Lin and others was not only because they were all young and could easily find common topics, but also because they all had their own dreams and pursuits in areas other than their respective jobs... People with dreams will always appear to be more pure and cleaner.

Therefore, it is not difficult to see from here that Zhang Jun, a fat boy from a cadre family, is far more familiar with the ways of the world than his peers, but deep in his heart, like many young people, he still strives to maintain a small piece of pure land.

Just like the words he gave himself, "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to improve himself without ceasing." In a lucrative department like the Asset Management Department of an oil production plant, which is full of indescribable and strange things, it is inevitable to struggle with many causes and effects, and it is not easy to hold on to the last piece of pure land in his young years.
Therefore, regardless of whether he is being pretentious or not, whether he is playing both sides, it is not necessarily true to say how happy he is working in the Asset Management Department.

Seeing Zhang Jun's chest deflated, Yang Mo chuckled: "Have you been blaming me for not helping you out of this mud pit and giving you a chance to do something you think is meaningful?"

Zhang Jun was hesitant to speak after hearing this. He glanced at Yang Mo's increasingly penetrating eyes, and finally hung his head in frustration: "Whether it is the drilling company or Dahua Company, they have no direct subordinate relationship with the oil production plant. It is inevitable that you can't do anything."

This statement seemed somewhat insincere.

Although Dahua Company, like Linpan Oilfield, is a second-level unit under the Dongying Command, everyone on earth knows how terrible the influence of Yang Mo is on the command. Apart from anything else, his ability to monopolize the budget and divert staff by reducing staff and increasing efficiency is enough to make a second-level production unit like Linpan Oilfield cry for its parents.

Secondary production units do not have the right to sell chemical products. In addition to generating certain income from tertiary production units, the main source of funds still depends on appropriations from the headquarters... With the increasingly clear strategic steps in the current ministry, and with Yang Mo's current appetite and means, he wants to launch a project like Isolated Island No. 3, and then ask for an additional budget of 300 to 500 million. Will the headquarters approve it or not?
It will most likely be approved.

But the headquarters' budget is also set on a quota. If it is approved, will secondary production units like the oil field, which are not closely connected to the industrial chain, have to tighten their belts to make ends meet?

Zhang Jun knew the nature of the employees of Qilu Petroleum Unit very well. Once they started to tighten their belts and experienced the sudden change from wealth to poverty, those employees would definitely be upset.

If they get upset, it would be strange if the leaders of the Linpan Oilfield had an easy life. It would be a blessing if they were not removed from their posts by the headquarters and made into "food and fodder officers".

Besides, the employee transfer is a powerful weapon in Yang Mo's hand, and even Mu Siyuan doesn't dare to challenge him.

Apart from anything else, all Yang Mo needs to do is make some "guiding opinions" on the lists of staff reduction and efficiency increase in each unit in the next few batches in the name of "starting from reality" and raise the number of staff reduction and efficiency increase places at the Linpan Oilfield to three or four thousand. The oilfield will immediately go crazy, and the consequences will be even more serious than asking them to live by tightening their belts... Believe it or not, by then the main leaders of the oilfield will not even dare to go out, for fear of losing by accident.

Don't think this is a joke. Such things happened frequently in the mid-to-late 1990s, but due to some well-known reasons, people rarely heard about them in the newspapers.

So, are you saying that Yang Mo can't pull the fat boy Zhang Jun out of this mud pit just because Dahua Company has no direct subordinate relationship with Linpan Oilfield?

Be funny!

Didn’t you see how humble the group of main leaders were when they accompanied Yang Mo on the tour this morning?
Seeing him like this, Yang Mo couldn't help but laugh: "What do you mean I have no place to use my energy? Fatty, if you want to find a cover-up excuse for me, please find a more reliable one!"

As he spoke, he sighed softly: "Seriously speaking, it's no wonder that a fat guy like you is so distant to your brothers. If I met such a boss who doesn't care about the lives of his brothers and just acts so arrogantly, I would also be discouraged."

Zhang Jun was shocked when he heard this and immediately tried to make excuses.
But Yang Mo raised his hand to stop him, his face full of memories: "There were only a few people in the group we could play with at the beginning;"

"At present, although the jerk Lao Si will probably never realize his literary dream in this lifetime, he can lead the marketing and publicity work of dozens of overseas brands in the island country, and then work with the dozens of copywriting experts under him to seduce and PUA the island country consumers with all kinds of strange means and words... To some extent, this can be regarded as a side realization of his dream, right?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jun nodded with some envy: "Old Four is a complete sullen angry young man. He hates Japanese people the most. Let him go to the Japanese land to make money from them while blatantly implying with words that the Japanese are a bunch of idiots who have never seen the world... He is so happy!"

Yang Mo nodded. "Although Chen Feiyu hasn't written any more poems since he published that ridiculous collection of prose poems at his own expense, he is now improving his English by self-study, and working with several teachers from the Provincial Literary Association to translate several Chinese classics... No matter how these translations turn out, this has fulfilled his dream."

Zhang Jun wrinkled his nose in jealousy. "That guy has been transferred to the administrative department of the oil refinery. He has nothing to do on weekdays. He is a member of the Provincial Literary Association. He dresses well all day long. He goes to Quancheng to attend literary seminars every now and then... It's such a comfortable life."

Yang Mo laughed when he saw this. "As for Zhang Lin, even though he has been frequently pulled by the ears and made to kneel on the washboard by the Sichuan-Yu female Tyrannosaurus since he got married last year, he spends seven out of ten days at the cultural audio-visual company in Texas, hanging out with those musicians playing drums and gongs all day long. He even formed an underground band in private. Although he hasn't produced many serious songs, at least he has fulfilled his rock dream."

Zhang Jun curled his lips in disdain. "If it weren't for the batch of ancient style songs you sent him earlier, his true colors would have been exposed long ago. Didn't you see that he didn't even dare to say that he was the music director of Texas Yamer Culture and Video Company when he formed an underground band... But he can hook up with girls while playing rock music without restraint. This guy's life is worth it."

Yang Mo never mentioned Su Yu from beginning to end, and Zhang Jun was not surprised. After all, although Su Yu was familiar with everyone, he didn't really have any dreams.

Like most of the Brahmins in the county, what this guy pursues is to lie down comfortably for the rest of his life and just to gain face in his own small circle.

Relying on the employment quotas of those Sino-Japanese joint ventures, he had already achieved his goal early on.

Don’t you see that in the county town nowadays, 99% of the second-generations would smile and call him “Brother Su” when they see him? And in a certain situation, things that are difficult for ordinary second-generations to handle can rarely be coordinated as long as this guy takes action... Unless something big happens to their family, otherwise, just relying on such a not-so-small network of relationships, it will be enough for this guy to make a living for ten to twenty years.

However, the more Yang Mo recounted the current situation of those brothers, the more aggrieved the little fat man Zhang Jun felt. Why could even a scumbag like Zhang Lin, who could only play a few drums, become the music director of the famous Dezhou Yamo Culture Audio and Video Company, and live a dream life of accepting news interviews during the day and wearing a mask to dance with people at night, while he could only stay in the asset management department and deal with all kinds of rotten and smelly things with a smile all day long?
He also has his own dreams and pursuits, okay?

Moreover, to be frank... among this group of brothers, except for Yang Mo, when it comes to comprehensive ability, he is not at the same level as the others, okay!
Just because I have a father who is the vice president, my boss is so partial to me and leaves me to fend for myself?
………………

Catching the fleeting disappointment and unwillingness on the little fat man Zhang Jun's face, Yang Mo pinched out his cigarette butt and said in a restrained tone: "Fatty, let's get back to the point. Do you really think that I, the boss, have forgotten you and will just leave you here at the oil field without caring about anything?"

Zhang Jun did not answer this time, but just looked at him resentfully, the implication of his words was obvious: Isn't it?

Seeing that the guy's reaction had finally gotten rid of the initial unfamiliarity, Yang Mo finally laughed: "Anyone who knows about the current Dahua Company knows that your boss has always been short of people, very short of people, to the extent that even the people at the headquarters have to start making use of them."

"From the beginning, we brothers knew that you, the fat guy, were far superior to us in terms of social skills and work ability. Even among the younger generation in Linyi, you are definitely a leader."

"So, don't you think it's strange that I, your boss, have never transferred a brother like you who is top-notch in all aspects among the younger generation to my side even though I'm obviously short of people, especially people I can trust?"

Zhang Jun felt embarrassed when he heard Yang Mo's comment that his overall ability was the best among his peers. After all, if it was someone else saying this, it would be fine, but his own boss was a real macho man, and he felt a little embarrassed to accept this.

But when he heard Yang Mo's last question, he was suddenly awakened and even forgot to say his humble words.

Yes, our boss is well-known for protecting his own people and for knowing how to use people well.

For brothers like Zhang Lin, Chen Feiyu, and Su Yu, who have a good relationship but limited ability at work, it is enough to help them realize their dreams to the best of their ability;
But for people like Bao Shuxian, Lv Yingying, and Sun Jian, who had a good relationship with him but had certain abilities or potential at work, he would pull them to his side at the first opportunity and support them without hesitation... Especially Lv Yingying and Sun Jian, whose original abilities were not outstanding, but Yang Mo kept giving them resources and experience, and they were pushed to the level of small BOSS.

So according to the behavior of my boss, not to mention that he has always been short of trustworthy people around him, even if he is not short of them, he will definitely not forget a small potential stock like me!

So, could it be that...

Thinking of a possibility, Zhang Jun's eyes began to light up as he looked at his boss.

Yang Mo pushed away the face that looked like a nympho with a look of disdain, picked up the Eight Treasure Tea on the ground, twisted it open and took a sip: "Do you remember those prose poems that Chen Feiyu insisted on publishing a collection of poems at his own expense and forcibly took from us brothers?"

Prose poem?
Zhang Jun was stunned, and quickly searched in his mind: "Boss, you mean... the prose poem that was included in the collection?"

Yang Mo did not contribute many poems, and only one prose poem, so Zhang Jun remembered it immediately.

Yang Mo nodded: "Yes, that's the one."

The corners of the fat boy Zhang Jun's mouth twitched, and then his face showed the common disdain between friends, and he read out loud: "

Dream,
The soul is trapped in spite of itself;

A chaotic world;

There is no light,
There is no darkness;
I hold on to the corner of my dream tightly..."

Before he finished reading the poem, he was interrupted by the embarrassed Yang Mo: "Stop, stop, stop! That's enough, you don't have to read it anymore!"

Obviously, our Mr. Yang has always been ashamed to talk about his literary accomplishments. Therefore, when he heard this crappy prose poem, he, who has been used to the ups and downs of the past two years, actually felt a strong sense of social death.

Zhang Jun stopped talking with a smile, and then boasted with a proud face: "Although no one cares about Feiyu's crappy poetry collection, it was at least put together by several brothers. I can recite most of the poems in it by heart!"

Yang Mo coughed awkwardly, then shrugged helplessly: "Fatty, you know, actually, this poem was just a forced complaint at the beginning, but with what I encountered and saw in the past two years, I actually began to have my own obsession... I'm sorry, I always felt that people like me are not qualified to say the word dream, and can only use obsession instead."

Zhang Jun had a strange expression when he heard this, but he easily understood what the other party meant: "Boss, what you mean is... the reason why you always leave me aside is that you have other plans?"

Yang Mo nodded: "That's right, Fatty, besides your outstanding abilities among the younger generation, your family background is also a factor that cannot be ignored... In fact, as far as I'm concerned, transferring a talent like you to the uncertain Dahua Company was actually irresponsible to you, and it was a dangerous zero-sum game for you and your father;"

"After I had the situation at Dahua under control, the organization asked me to take charge of the Urban Property Fund Company... The Urban Property Fund Company has a special nature. When the situation was not stable, they transferred you there to help. The danger is even greater than that of Dahua Company."

After explaining his previous considerations, Yang Mo sighed, "In fact, in my consideration, I have always had a plan to use Dahua Company as the hub to interact with the second-level units under the Dongying Command, especially the second-level production units. However, because the plan cannot keep up with the rapid changes, this series of actions has not been officially carried out;"

"So I guess you've heard that I've been planning for you to come and help me for a long time. But compared to coming directly to Dahua Company to be responsible for various investments or tertiary industry project management work, I actually hope that you can help me with the interaction plan with the secondary production units... This is actually your strong point, and in a sense, although this is not your dream, it can provide you with a platform and ability to realize your dream step by step in a roundabout way."

"so……"

At this point, Yang Mo's expression became serious: "Fatty, Zhang Jun, Zhang Jianjun, although the conditions are still far from what I think is mature, plans cannot keep up with the speed of change, so... I need you to come over and help me now!"

"There are many people around me who can carry out this plan, and many of them have stronger abilities and backgrounds than you. But I must tell you that... Strictly speaking, I am not a good person, and some of my plans may not stand the test of time."

"So... apart from my trusted brother and you who was also born in the oil industry but still has some dreams that young people should have, it would be hard for me to find a second more suitable candidate!"

Hearing Yang Mo's words, which at first sounded like chicken soup or nonsense, the fat boy Zhang Jun looked a little strange: "Boss, I don't think I told you about my dream, nor did I tell anyone else about it, so... are you sure you didn't put your trust in the wrong person?"

Although he used the four words "the wrong person to entrust", anyone with a brain could tell that Zhang Jun was asking: Are you sure you are not just making up an excuse to fool me?

Hearing this, Yang Mo couldn't help but laugh: "Fatty, as women say, men's mouths are lies... Besides, who would tell others about their dreams openly and honestly?"

“So, some things can’t be learned by listening, but by observing.”

At this point, Yang Mo took out another cigarette and handed it over: "Boss, do you think I don't know that you usually like to hide in a corner and study Han Fei alone?"

This sounded like an answer that was completely unrelated to the question. Zhang Jun's right hand trembled after hearing it, and even the action of taking the cigarette paused slightly.

As if he had just truly gotten to know his boss for the first time, Zhang Jun looked at Yang Mo deeply, took the cigarette, and even the greasy look on his face faded a little.

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

It seemed like a short while had passed, but also like a long time had passed before Zhang Jianjun finally asked softly, his tone slightly more serious.

Hearing this, Yang Mo took a deep breath and said, "Tomorrow, when I return, I will immediately apply to the headquarters, in the name of diverting the excessive work pressure of the employees, and request the establishment of a special work guidance group to supervise the operating conditions of the second-level units under the command headquarters, especially the waste of production materials;"

"In addition to further controlling the production and operation costs of these units, we will also guide the operation of the tertiary industry units under these units to control the number of employees transferred from the 6th to the 10th batches and reduce the employment and settlement pressure of Dahua Company during this period. After the projects invested and laid out by Dahua Company at the beginning of this year are on track, it will not be too late for the headquarters to increase the number of employees transferred from the 11th to the 20th batches according to the overall transfer plan."

Zhang Jun was moved when he heard this, but he showed an unconfident look on his face: "I can barely make do with controlling operating costs and reducing the waste of production materials. After all, the Asset Management Department is involved in these bullshit things. But guiding the operation of tertiary production units... I don't have much experience in this area!"

He was not a fool. Since Yang Mo asked for his help and mentioned this special work guidance group which could be established with a little thought, then he, a deputy section-level cadre who could not even show his abilities in public, would definitely be appointed as the group leader... Even if he was not the group leader, he would be the designated actual person in charge.

Yang Mo had done this before when Wang Yinuo was in charge of setting up the triangular debt special working group. There was a precedent to follow, and with Yang Mo backing him up, it was not a problem at all.

Hearing this, Yang Mo shook his head and said, "No, my situation over there is a bit special right now, so when I ask you to help me, I'm not asking you to really help me control the production and operating costs of those units, nor am I asking you to really guide the operations of those tertiary production units... I will let you be the deputy team leader when the time comes, so just let go and do it."

Isn't it asking me to really control the production and operation costs of those units?

Nor do you want me to lead a team to guide the operations of those tertiary industry units?
and……

Give me the position of deputy team leader?

Zhang Jun, who immediately understood the trick, couldn't help but gasp.

"Boss, what do you mean...?"

Zhang Jun's voice trembled slightly...

(End of this chapter)