Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

When the Organization Minister of the Ministry of Metallurgical Industry read out Secretary Nie's appointment in the conference room, the whole room burst into enthusiastic applause!

Of course, the division-level cadres have no objections. Who becomes the top leader may have an impact on them, but not that much.

After all, they had not entered the central power structure of the steel rolling mill.

The expressions of the core members of the steel rolling mill were much more interesting. Without exception, they all clapped while glancing at Yang Ligong.

Just a few days ago, Secretary Nie had recommended Yang Ligong to the higher authorities for the position of top leader.

But the result was truly unexpected. They were all prepared to accept Yang Ligong's instructions, but they ended up making a huge mistake.

Yang Ligong himself completely lost control of his expression, his face turning pale and then flushed.

applaud?

Why the hell should I applaud you, Nie Wuji?

However, when someone gently nudged him, Yang Ligong belatedly realized what was happening and managed to force a smile and clap his hands.

He felt anger, disappointment, and helplessness; my money…

Secretary Nie then stood up and delivered his acceptance speech…

In the office of the steel rolling mill secretary, Yang Ligong spoke with the secretary.

Secretary Nie was enjoying his tea, which Yang Ligong had brought him last time.

Looking at Yang Ligong, who had come to talk to him, he deliberately put on a troubled and bitter smile:

"You've done a great service! Look at the mess this has made. How about I just return the money to you?"

"I feel very guilty. I wrote the recommendation letter, but my superiors disagreed and even promoted me. My original intention was to retire and enjoy my old age."

"The way the leaders did things...it really ruined me..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ligong immediately flew into a rage, feeling that Secretary Nie had definitely tricked him.

He recalled the letter of recommendation Nie Wuji had written. Yes, that's right, he had written a letter of recommendation, but it didn't mention his retirement at all.

Instead, I feel a bit wronged, this is...

"Comrade Wuji, you're really good at scheming. You want money, official position, and advancement. You've got me, Yang Ligong, figured out."

Upon hearing Yang Ligong's words, Secretary Nie's expression turned displeased, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang!"

"Comrade Yang Ligong, please mind your place. Have you no manners? What did you call me?"

"We used to be in the same grade, and I wouldn't mind if you called me Comrade Wuji."

"But I'm now a vice-ministerial level official, your direct superior. What did you call me?"

Yang Ligong was startled by Secretary Nie's reprimand. He realized he had spoken rashly, but what could he do now? The other man had been promoted, and the situation was beyond his control…

Realizing what had happened, Yang Ligong immediately bowed deeply and apologized sincerely.

"I'm sorry, Secretary. I didn't sleep well last night, and I spoke without thinking."

"It was also because I didn't recognize the situation clearly. I stubbornly thought you were going to retire, so I actively wanted to improve myself."

Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way; I will definitely correct it in the future.

Secretary Nie smiled slightly after hearing this:

"Hehe... That's right. Our Party emphasizes learning from past mistakes to avoid future ones and curing the disease to save the patient. If we make a mistake, we should correct it; if we don't, we should strive to improve."

"Comrade Ligong, as the second-in-command and director of the steel rolling mill, you bear heavy responsibilities. You still need to balance work and rest."

"However, that five thousand yuan..."

Yang Ligong quickly stood at attention and replied:

"Boss, where did you get five thousand yuan? I've never seen so much money in my life!"

Secretary Nie burst into laughter upon hearing this:

"Hahaha... Not bad, not bad, Comrade Ligong, your awareness is very high."

"I want to make one thing clear to you here: I'm not trying to take your position, and the arrangements made by the higher-ups are not something you or I can decide."

"My promotion to vice-ministerial level isn't decided by the Ministry of Metallurgy; it's at a higher level. Do you understand?"

Yang Ligong's face paled even more upon hearing this; he understood the weight of those words.

In other words, Secretary Nie has caught the attention of higher-ups, who are now allowing him to continue contributing his expertise. The tone was even more serious than before.

"Sir, I understand. I will fully cooperate with any instructions you give me in the future."

Secretary Nie revealed a meaningful smile:

"Hehe, can I give you some instructions?"

Yang Ligong's expression turned solemn:

"Sir, please give instructions! I will do my utmost to achieve merit!"

Secretary Nie's expression became more serious after this.

"Comrade Yang Ligong, I order you to continue to improve the factory's production capacity while ensuring the safety of the workers."

"Yes, sir, I guarantee I will complete the mission."

"Okay, go ahead and get back to work..."

Yang Ligong slowly walked out of the secretary's office, closed the door, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

"A higher rank can crush a person," Yang Ligong murmured softly.

Although there's only a half-step difference between a department head and a vice-minister, taking that step is incredibly difficult.

It's extremely difficult for a snake to transform into a dragon.

Yang Ligong's easy surrender was due to unavoidable circumstances.

Although Secretary Nie was not a member of the leadership team of the Ministry of Metallurgy, he was still at the same level as his father-in-law.

Yang Ligong couldn't predict whether he would ultimately make it into the leadership team. He couldn't afford to offend them now, nor did he dare to.

In the steel rolling mill's publicity department, Yang Guangming's health had long since returned to normal. Liu Changsheng's punch had only knocked him unconscious and also caused a mild concussion.

However, he was praised for standing up for his colleagues, and his third uncle, Yang Ligong, took the opportunity to promote him to a higher administrative rank.

Yang Guangming is now just one step away from being promoted to deputy section chief, which can be considered a blessing in disguise.

At this moment, he took the work report and went to find Xu Damao. Without knocking, he opened the door and went in.

"Comrade Xu Damao, I have instructions. We need to show a movie in Changping tomorrow."

Xu Damao's expression was somewhat unpleasant:

"Don't you have any manners? Don't you know how to knock?"

"Also, I was just sent to the countryside last week, why am I going again this time?"

"Besides, if anyone needs instructions, it should be given to me by cadres at the deputy section chief level or above. Who do you think you are, Yang Guangming?"

Yang Guangming smiled dismissively upon hearing this:

"I'm not very capable; I've just been promoted. I'm currently assigning tasks to projectionist Xu Damao as a propaganda officer: to show a movie in the countryside tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he slammed the document on the table, then pointed at Xu Damao with a ferocious expression:

"If the section chief can give orders, why can't I? I'm asking you, am I allowed to give orders?"

"Damn it!" Xu Damao cursed under his breath in frustration. Of course he knew that Yang Guangming had been promoted, and it was because of him that he was promoted.

Moreover, his position as a propaganda officer allowed him to give instructions.

I can't even describe how frustrating it was.

In the end, Xu Damao could only make some harsh threats:

"Alright, Officer Yang, we'll see how things go."

Yang Guangming sneered:

"Xu Damao, as long as you obediently kowtow to me, apologize, and admit your mistakes, you can work with peace of mind from now on."

"Otherwise, as long as you're still working in the propaganda department, I'll be giving you instructions, hahahahaha..."

After saying that, he turned and left without paying attention to Xu Damao's angry expression.

"You son of a bitch, Yang Guangming!" Xu Damao roared in his small warehouse, utterly exasperated!