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Chapter 88, Section 87: A Huge Opportunity!
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Bingsheng had already deftly pulled open the drawer, making a soft "clang" sound, and began skillfully searching for relevant materials and notebooks, his movements revealing a sense of urgency as if he were about to engage in battle.

Yang Guangming withdrew his gaze and refocused on the documents in front of him. His pen glided smoothly across the paper, as if the ripples from before had not truly touched his mind.

Li Weidong lowered his head deeply, as if he wanted to bury his entire face in that tedious list of labor protection supplies distribution.

He stared blankly at the densely packed names and numbers on the form, his pen unconsciously stabbing the same spot repeatedly on the paper, leaving an increasingly dark blot of ink, like the ever-expanding black hole in his heart.

It was Zhou Bingsheng again... This thought clung to him like a cold vine, suffocating him.

He felt like an old object completely forgotten in a dusty corner, its last trace of value gone. An indescribable bitterness and a chilling sense of powerlessness churned and solidified in his chest.

About half an hour passed amidst the rustling of turning pages, the hesitant tapping of Zhang Yuqin's bamboo needles, and the faint echoes of the factory's broadcasts occasionally drifting in from outside the window.

Zhou Bingsheng was writing an outline at his desk, his fingers holding the pen steadily and powerfully, but upon closer inspection, his movements were clearly somewhat absent-minded.

No one knew that his emotions were in turmoil.

"An opportunity! This is a tremendous opportunity!"
Writing a speech for Director Zhao at the city-wide exchange meeting is an excellent stepping stone to gain exposure and enter the inner circle! It's something many people dream of but can't even dream of!
Yang Guangming is a quick-witted, steady, and tactful person. What's even more remarkable is his composure and insight beyond his years. Like a rough gem, he can shine with just a little polishing.

What he lacks is precisely this substantial stepping stone!
Even if I write well, it's just icing on the cake for my old bones. It's nothing but empty fame for me, but it's my duty to the factory.

But what about the milk powder that sustained Xiao Bao's life? How can we ever repay that debt by just keeping verbal accounts?
We must help him! We must give him this opportunity!
How can we make it happen?
Did they just push the responsibility directly to Director Han and say, "I can't do it, let Xiao Yang do it"?
Being too deliberate would only arouse suspicion and be detrimental to Guangming... so... so we can only put on an act.

"Grandson Xiaobao... I'm sorry, but Grandpa needs to borrow your name for a bit... Make sure it's convincing! It all depends on this!"

After making the decision, he felt at peace.

He would occasionally glance at the old wall clock, each tick of the second hand feeling like a hammer blow to his taut nerves.

His brow furrowed into a deep frown, and fine beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead, glistening slightly in the slanting light streaming through the window.

Finally, as if he could no longer bear the torment in his heart, he suddenly stood up, causing the old rattan chair to emit a piercing groan.

Clutching a few hastily drawn-out sheets of paper, he hurried, almost staggering, toward Han Mingqian's closed office door. He knocked lightly, and before there was a proper response, he pushed the door open and slipped inside.

The door clicked shut, separating the inside from the outside.

In the large office, Zhang Yuqin stopped needlework again, puzzled, and listened intently.

Li Weidong also pricked up his ears and leaned forward slightly, like an alert hunting dog, trying to catch any information leaking through the crack in the door.

Yang Guangming continued writing steadily, but the scratching sound of his pen on the paper seemed to carry an even greater, completely undistracted focus than before.

Zhou Bingsheng pushed open the door and entered, his face quickly contorting with genuine anxiety and panic, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

His voice trembled with deliberate suppression, even carrying a hint of a sob, and he spoke rapidly:
"Director Han! I'm so sorry! The security guard, Old Zhang, just slipped me a note from my next-door neighbor... It says that Xiao Bao... Xiao Bao suddenly developed a high fever and had convulsions! He's passed out! My wife is so worried she's collapsed on the floor, and my mother is old and has difficulty walking, she can't move him at all... We need to get him to the hospital immediately!"
This...this manuscript...I really...I'm so sorry to have let Director Zhao down!

"This is a matter of life and death, Director Han..."

He spoke incoherently, his breathing rapid, and he portrayed with such urgency and deep concern as a grandfather that he conveyed his immense fear perfectly. Every subtle expression and tremor in his voice spoke of his profound panic.

Zhou Bingsheng was not very satisfied with his performance. He felt that he still had the basic skills he had learned back then, but he had become rusty after a long time and his performance was not quite right. He felt that he had overdone it.

A moment later, the door to Han Mingqian's office opened. Han Mingqian walked out with a serious expression and a furrowed brow.

Behind him followed Zhou Bingsheng, whose face was deathly pale and who looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His hair was damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were unfocused, and his lips trembled slightly. He looked completely devastated by the devastating news.

Han Mingqian stood in the center of the large office, his gaze sweeping over everyone like a searchlight, carrying an unquestionable air of authority, before finally settling steadily on Yang Guangming.

He announced in a deep voice, each word clear and forceful: "There's an emergency at Old Zhou's house. His grandson has suddenly developed a high fever and convulsions. His condition is critical, and he must be taken to the hospital immediately."

He asked me for leave; he had to rush back immediately.

He paused, then turned to the absent-minded Zhou Bingsheng beside him, his tone becoming more forceful and commanding:
"Old Zhou! The manuscript can't be delayed! The factory's orders are our command!"

Before you leave, take the time to explain your initial ideas, the key points you want to emphasize, and Director Zhao's specific requirements to Xiao Yang in detail!

Make sure that even if the main writer changes, the quality must not decline!
Do you understand? This is a legitimate mission!

Zhou Bingsheng seemed to be pricked by a needle, suddenly snapping back to reality. He nodded repeatedly, his movements so exaggerated that he almost threw his glasses off.

He disregarded the usual formalities and the deliberate sense of distance he maintained, rushed to Yang Guangming's desk, grabbed Yang Guangming's arm with such force that Yang Guangming was slightly taken aback.

He spoke rapidly, like a floodgate opening, with unprecedented earnestness and a torrent-like force, his spittle almost landing on Yang Guangming's face:
"Xiao Yang! My life is in danger! I really can't get away, I can only rely on you!"
Listen up: The core of the article is to highlight the 'practical' nature of our factory's technological innovation!

We must be thorough and meticulous, leaving no stone unturned! The tangible results of equipment upgrades must be firmly established! Not a single percentage point can be overlooked!
There are also small, spontaneous improvements made by the workers themselves, like Old Zhang's small valve modification for "return water waste heat utilization" in the boiler room. They're inconspicuous, aren't they?

More than 300 tons of coal saved in a year!

These vivid examples, which are warm, insightful, and solve major problems, should be highlighted!

We must bring out the sparks of wisdom from our skilled workers!

The policy basis is to firmly grasp the spirit of the latest document on "grasping the mission, promoting production, and carrying out innovation through self-reliance".

The second paragraph on page three and those few sentences on page five are key; I've highlighted them in red..."

(End of this chapter)