Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

"I propose a three-step strategy!"

Pei Yihong stood up, completely forgetting his filthy clothes, his eyes revealing a sharp, commanding air.

"First, violently sever the old supply chain! Take control of all procurement and quality inspection rights of large state-owned enterprises and place them under the direct management of the special task force of the Ministry of Heavy Industry; no one is allowed to interfere! Second, conduct a complete personnel reshuffle! Remove all administrative cadres who rose through sycophancy and promote engineers with technical expertise to workshop director positions! Third, implement a strict system of lifelong accountability; whoever signs off on something is responsible, even if they are buried alive, they will pay the price for the scrap steel they produced!"

As Lin Yang listened to Pei Yihong's well-organized and incisive reform plan, his smile grew wider.

This kid not only has backbone, but also exceptional management talent and ruthless methods. This plan perfectly aligns with Lin Yang's restructuring strategy in his mind.

One is civil and one is military, one is light and the other is dark.

Lin Yang secretly arranged for Lou Xiao'e to be a mole, infiltrating the largest material transfer farm in Northeast China to investigate those bad accounts and black holes. This was a hidden line, a "conspiracy".

Now, he needs Pei Yihong to stand in the sunlight, waving the banner of the Ministry of Heavy Industry, to implement this thunderous reform plan. This is the open and aboveboard strategy, a legitimate "open conspiracy"!

With these two working together, all the monsters and demons in the entire Northeast heavy industrial base will be wiped out without a trace.

"What a clever three-step approach."

Lin Yang slowly stood up and walked to Pei Yihong. His presence exuded a mountain-like, imposing aura.

This made Pei Yihong involuntarily straighten his back.

Pei Yihong.

Lin Yang's voice was deep and solemn, as if he were appointing a general to lead the charge on the battlefield.

"From now on, you are no longer a weighbridge operator at the South Suburb Coal Yard."

On behalf of the Minister of Heavy Industry, I hereby formally appoint you as the Deputy Director of the "Northeast Heavy Industry Restructuring and Reorganization Vanguard Office"! You will report directly to me and will not be subject to the control of any local government!

Pei Yihong's heart suddenly pounded wildly, and his mind went blank.

From a lowly laborer to an imperial envoy wielding absolute power and deciding the fate of hundreds of thousands of workers, Pei Yihong felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of such recognition and the sheer audacity of the move that propelled him to such heights.

"Minister..." Pei Yihong's voice trembled, his eyes reddening, "I, Pei Yihong, entrust my life, these hundred-odd pounds of bones, entirely to you, to this nation's heavy industry! Even if there's an abyss ahead, I'll carve out a steel road for you!"

"I don't want your life, I want you to dig out every single cancerous tumor in those state-owned enterprises."

Lin Yang turned around and walked to his desk, picked up a bright red and gold-embossed appointment document that had been prepared beforehand, and pulled out his Parker pen from his chest.

The pen tip made a scratching sound as it scratched across the paper.

Lin Yang signed his name with a flourish, then picked up the large pure copper seal next to him, which represented the highest authority of the Ministry of Heavy Industry, and pressed it heavily onto the inkpad.

boom!

The official seal slammed down on the appointment document, leaving a bright red, glaring mark.

Lin Yang turned around and forcefully slapped the heavy appointment document onto Pei Yihong's chest.

"Take good care of this imperial sword."

"And tomorrow morning, I want to see the entire heavy industry sector of Fengtian turned upside down by your blade!"

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Overnight, the winds of change in Fengtian City completely shifted.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated from the towering chimneys of the heavy machinery factory, and three jeeps with military license plates were already parked in front of the heavy iron gates of the factory area.

Pei Yihong pushed open the car door and stepped out.

He changed into a faded but neatly ironed blue work uniform and wore a cap. Although his face was no longer stained with coal dust from yesterday's work at the coal yard, his bloodshot eyes burned with a fire hotter than the blast furnace itself.

Behind him, He Yuzhu, along with eight fully armed special operations team members dressed in black training uniforms, followed silently like eight menacing demons.

Several security guards at the factory gate were gathered together smoking and bragging when they saw this scene, and they were so frightened that they dropped their cigarettes on the ground.

"Stop...stop! What are you doing here? There's a cadre meeting at the factory today, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed in!" A security officer stammered as he tried to block their way.

He Yuzhu stepped forward, without even taking out his ID, and grabbed the officer by the collar. With one arm, he lifted the officer up like a chicken and casually threw him against the wall of the guardhouse.

"The Central Security Bureau is on official duty. Anyone who dares to obstruct us will be treated as a spy!" He Yuzhu's voice was as cold as ice.

The remaining officers were so frightened that they turned pale and squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, not daring to even breathe.

Pei Yihong ignored the watchdogs and strode towards the office building in the center of the factory.

At this moment, the conference room on the third floor of the office building was filled with smoke.

Deputy Director Li of the factory office was sitting in the main seat, holding an enamel mug with the words "Serve the People" printed on it, and was giving a fluent speech to dozens of middle-level cadres below.

"Comrades, in the past quarter, our factory resolutely implemented the instructions of our superiors and broke through those rigid technical superstitions! Our steel production has more than doubled! What is this? This is a great victory of revolutionary spirit!"

Deputy Director Li smugly banged on the table: "As for the quality inspection department's complaints about excessive carbon equivalent and insufficient quenching temperature, those are just right-leaning conservative ideas! As long as production increases, we'll get more grain and meat coupons from above, and everyone will have enough to eat! That's the hard truth!"

A round of applause immediately erupted from below. Several experienced engineers, skilled in technology, sat in a corner, heads bowed, teeth clenched, but dared not utter a word of anger.

boom!

The double wooden doors of the conference room were suddenly kicked open violently from the outside. The two doors slammed against the wall with a deafening crash.

The sudden turn of events left the conference room in a deathly silence.

Deputy Director Li was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the scalding tea spilled onto his crotch, causing him to jump up with a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Who the hell dares to storm the cadre meeting!" Deputy Director Li roared angrily.

As the dust settled at the entrance, Pei Yihong strode in. Behind him stood He Yuzhu, expressionless, his hand on his holster.

Upon seeing Pei Yihong's face, Deputy Director Li was first taken aback, then burst into laughter in anger.

"Who do we have here? It's you, you stinking rightist who eats coal dust in the southern suburbs! Pei Yihong, have you lost your mind? Security Department! Where are all the security personnel? Arrest this bastard who's disrupting the meeting!"

No one moved. The corridor outside was eerily quiet.