Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Secretary Nie's chest heaved violently; he was truly enraged by Yang Ligong's words.

What's wrong with me, the top leader, bragging a little?

You actually dared to point it out? You're not giving me any face at all!

At this moment, he had an extreme impulse and thought: Damn Yang Ligong, I'm going home, set up an altar, perform a ritual, and get you!

However, his well-honed composure quickly calmed him down. His aged eyes fixed on Yang Ligong, and a faint killing intent began to emanate from him...

"Comrade Ligong, I know you're resentful for not being promoted to the top position and think I'm blocking your way. Haven't I already explained it to you?"

Why are you so fixated on me, a vice-ministerial level official?

Yang Ligong's lips twitched upon hearing this, his heart was bleeding. He was heartbroken over his five thousand yuan, and you actually had the nerve to bring this up?

The others were trying not to laugh. Secretary Nie had even brought up a top official at the vice-ministerial level. What could they say?

A high-ranking official can easily crush a whole group of people!

As for Yang Ligong, he slammed his fist on the table again:

"Bang!"

"Stop rambling! This is a democratic life meeting; there are no leaders, only comrades!"

"A vice-ministerial level leader? You think you're so high and mighty?!"

"You're even using your position to intimidate me."

"Let me tell you, a steel rolling mill doesn't allow someone this arrogant to exist!"

Everyone's eyes widened and their mouths formed an "O" shape after hearing Yang Ligong's words.

Secretary Nie, enraged, laughed coldly. His Daoist heart was wounded. "Since you've made me unhappy, you won't have it easy either," he said, his aged laughter echoing in the conference room.

"Hahahaha... So the steel rolling mill doesn't allow such an awesome person to exist, huh?"

"Good, Comrade Ligong, what you said is excellent!" He then rolled up his sleeves, slammed his hand on the table, and shouted at Yang Ligong:

"Yang Ligong, I'll fuck your mother!"

"You piece of shit, you idiot whose son doesn't even bear your surname dares to challenge me?"

Who do you think you are?

Everyone was stunned...

Yang Ligong never expected that he would actually break the old man's defenses, but in the same way, he also broke his own defenses.

But it didn't matter anymore; since he'd started, he might as well go all the way. A mad glint appeared in his eyes, and he unleashed a bombshell:

"Old man, you're still pretty hard. Why don't you just stay hard all the time, and I'll burn you to ashes and throw you into the ocean!"

"Wow wow wow wow..."

Has the battle escalated to this point?

too frightening…

Li Jiuzhou was dumbfounded. How was he going to handle this?

"Fuck your mother."

"I'll curse your ancestors!"

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the war of words between Yang Ligong and Secretary Nie, unsure whether to stop them or not. They were in a real dilemma...

Li Huaide covered his face, feeling like he wanted to die, thinking to himself:

"Oh no, Barbie Q is gone..."

Li Jiuzhou nudged him from behind:

"Uncle, hurry and stop him! Secretary Nie is too strong. Factory Director Yang can't hold on much longer; he's even getting bubbles coming out of his mouth. If he faints from anger, you, the deputy secretary, might be in deep trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Li Huaide finally realized what was happening:

"Yes, yes, yes, we have to stop it quickly. Jiuzhou, come with me and pull Secretary Nie away first."

"Stop watching the show, you idiots! Stop it!" With that, he and Li Jiuzhou stepped forward and together dragged Secretary Nie out of the conference room.

Secretary Nie will continue to struggle:

"Huai De, Jiu Zhou, what are you two trying to do? I haven't had my fill of scolding you yet."

Li Huaide, while supporting him, said irritably:

"Seriously, Yang Ligong's about to faint. Have some decency!"

Secretary Nie's eyes widened upon hearing this:

"Huai De, how the hell do you talk to me like that? I'll kill you!"

"Fine, fine, I'll execute you then..." Li Huaide replied dismissively.

Just as he was about to leave the meeting room, Secretary Nie shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Yang Ligong, I'll get you at 8 AM!"

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy, and didn't sound like something a 61-year-old man would say.

Outside the meeting room, Li Huaide smiled at Secretary Nie and said:

"Judging by that voice, you'll definitely live for at least another ten years!"

Li Jiuzhou shook his head and smiled.

"Otherwise, I think this old man can live for at least another 20 years!"

Secretary Nie was furious upon hearing this:

"Bullshit! You two are cursing me here, acting like you're the King of Hell or judges of the underworld! I've had my fortune told, and I'll live at least another 50 years!"

Li Huaide immediately laughed:

"Damn it! If you can live another 50 years, I'll kneel down and kowtow to you, calling you 'Dad'!"

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Secretary Nie not only didn't get angry, but instead revealed a strange smile, looking at Li Jiuzhou:

"What about you, kid?"

"Me? I'd kneel down and kowtow to you, calling you my ancestor!"

Li Jiuzhou replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Hahahaha..." Secretary Nie laughed heartily upon hearing this, almost laughing until tears streamed down his face.

"You two remember what you said today, and don't you dare die before I do!"

"Idiot!"

The uncle and nephew cursed in unison.

In their minds, how could a person live so long? It's ridiculous...

Yang Ligong was still in the conference room, but he was already unsteady on his feet and had to be supported by his subordinates.

Someone patted his chest to help him calm down.

Yang Ligong was completely possessed, muttering to himself:

Liu Dalong leaned closer to listen, but the sound was too soft for him to hear clearly.

"What did you say, sir?" Liu Dalong leaned closer to listen.

"Fuck you..." Yang Ligong muttered.

Upon hearing this, Liu Dalong's face darkened, and he muttered a retort under his breath:

"I'll fuck your dad too!"

After cursing, he cautiously looked around, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one had noticed. Liu Dalong felt quite excited.

And so, the democratic life meeting at the steel rolling mill came to a hasty end.

The meeting was incredibly exciting, allowing a group of division-level cadres to witness the leaders' moment of glory!

They dared not utter a single word...

After getting home… “Honey, I have something to tell you, today…”

Less than half a day after the meeting ended, the leaders of the Ministry of Metallurgy learned of its contents.

The old men in the office were grinning from ear to ear as they read the meeting content. This was more like fun! It was just a bit of a shame that a fight didn't break out.

During a casual chat, they gathered in twos and threes to discuss something. Old Li became somewhat unhappy, slammed his fist on the table, and started cursing:

"Wuji, what's going on? Didn't Liu Dalong invite Lin Gang to a one-on-one fight? Let them fight! What do you mean by not letting them fight? This is such a buzzkill!"

"That's right, a democratic life meeting is all about democracy! Comrade Liu Dalong has already challenged everyone to a duel, and Lin Gang is all ready to roll up his sleeves. Comrade Wuji is such a spoilsport; next time he comes to a meeting, we should give him a good talking-to!"

"The opinions of our comrades are very important in the so-called democracy."

"What right does he have to stop us? How can this be allowed!"