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

"With the equipment issue resolved, I plan to use the remaining two million yuan for construction to sell several heavily loss-making brick and tile factories and timber mills under the jurisdiction of Lin'nan City to private enterprises in the south!"

"Break the boats and sink the cauldrons; put yourself in a do-or-die situation and you will survive."

A brief silence fell over the office.

He Yuzhu, who was listening nearby, gasped in shock.

This kind of cross-regional resource exchange, which also involved selling off local state-owned assets, was simply outrageous in the Central Plains region in 1985.

If the higher-ups investigate, Lin Weidong will definitely lose his job, and may even face a military court.

"You've got some nerve," Lin Yang said, his voice unreadable.

"If someone with ulterior motives makes a fuss about selling a loss-making local enterprise to a private individual, they could pin a charge of 'reselling state-owned assets' on you, and even Gao Yuliang wouldn't be able to protect you."

Lin Weidong gritted his teeth and stiffened his neck.

"As long as we can revitalize Lin'an's economy and fill the people's pockets, we're willing to accept the removal of the poverty label!"

"At worst, I'll just go back to the countryside and farm!"

Seeing Lin Weidong's nonchalant attitude, a hint of a smile finally flashed in Lin Yang's eyes.

Like.

so similar.

This domineering spirit—daring to trample on all rules and regulations and even at the cost of personal destruction—is a gene inherited from Lin Yang.

Lin Yang stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the fertilizer plant's busy production line spews out the lifeblood of industry from its chimneys.

"Did Pei Yihong agree to give you the equipment?" Lin Yang asked with his back to Lin Weidong.

"Uncle Pei said this matter is too big, and he needs the approval of the National Development and Reform Commission," Lin Weidong answered honestly.

This was Lin Weidong's real purpose for making the phone call last night.

He needs Lin Yang to endorse his unorthodox behavior at the national level.

Lin Yang turned around and looked at his son.

"Are the documents ready?"

Lin Weidong's eyes lit up, and he immediately pulled out a red-headed document that had already been stamped with the official seal of the Linan Municipal Government from under the pile of reports, and handed it over with both hands.

Lin Yang took the document, didn't even look at it, and directly pulled a black fountain pen from his shirt pocket.

Brush brush.

With a flourish, he signed his name on the last page of the document: Lin Yang.

As the first chairman of the National Commission for Modernization and Reform, Lin Yang's signature is worth more than a thousand troops.

With this signature, the cross-regional transaction between Linan and Hanjiang became a "pilot project" for national-level economic reform.

All obstacles will vanish into thin air.

Lin Weidong held the signed document, his hands trembling slightly.

Three years of hard work and countless days and nights of arduous struggle have finally come to an end at this moment.

"Thank you, Dad." Lin Weidong took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red.

"Don't be too happy yet." Lin Yang put away his pen, his tone still stern.

"I've gotten the equipment for you, and I've also approved the policy for you."

"If Linan's GDP cannot double within three years, and the supply of agricultural products to the Han River cannot be completed..."

Lin Yang paused for a moment, his eyes turning icy cold.

"I don't need anyone else to take your hat off; I'll personally send the security detail to arrest you."

"Once you've made a pledge, there's no turning back."

Lin Weidong suddenly stood at attention, brought his legs together, and gave a standard military salute, as if he had returned to that northwestern military camp where the yellow sand filled the sky.

"Mission accomplished!"

Looking at his son's upright figure, Lin Yang's coldness gradually melted away, turning into a fatherly tenderness.

"Alright, stop with your act."

Lin Yang glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Take me around tonight, and let me try the food in Linnan."

Night fell again.

The staff canteen of the Linan City Fertilizer Plant was dimly lit.

On a greasy wooden table in the corner, there were four simple dishes.

A plate of pork and cabbage stew with vermicelli, a plate of fried peanuts, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a basket of freshly steamed multigrain buns.

Lin Weidong took a bottle of locally produced sorghum liquor and bit the cap open with his teeth.

He poured a full glass for Lin Yang and then poured one for He Yuzhu.

"This liquor is strong, please drink less," Lin Weidong advised.

Lin Yang picked up his wine glass and smelled the pungent aroma of alcohol.

He didn't mind, tilted his head back, and downed half a cup in one gulp.

The burning sensation flowed down my throat, dispelling the chill of late autumn.

"This meat is good." He Yuzhu picked up a large chopstick of pork, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it with his mouth full of oil.

"Uncle He, this is a pig raised by us in Lin'nan. It eats wine lees and cornmeal, so the meat is very firm," Lin Weidong said with a smile.

The three sat around a small wooden table.

There are no national events or economic indicators.

Only the purest, most casual, everyday conversation.

Lin Yang asked Lin Weidong about his life here and whether he had been writing to Tian Yu on time.

While serving his father food, Lin Weidong reported on the trivial matters of daily life.

Occasionally, they would mention how difficult the officials in a certain town were to deal with, or how simple and honest the villagers in a certain village were.

Lin Yang listened quietly.

Looking at the wrinkles on his son's face, etched by wind and sun, and the calluses on his skin stained with ink.

Lin Yang knew that his son,

At this moment, it has become a towering tree capable of independently supporting a piece of the sky.

After the meal, Lin Weidong insisted on taking his father back to the guesthouse.

Lin Yang refused.

"Go back to your office and plan out the next phase of the civil engineering work."

Lin Yang stood at the entrance of the cafeteria, the night wind ruffling the hem of his clothes.

"I'm going back to Beiping first thing tomorrow morning."

Lin Weidong was taken aback: "So soon? Not even a couple of days?"

"There are still a lot of things waiting to be dealt with at the National Development and Reform Commission. Zhao Lichun is up to his old tricks in Handong. I have to go back and keep an eye on things."

Lin Yang patted Lin Weidong on the shoulder.

That was a heavy blow.

"Wei Dong, remember this."

Lin Yang looked directly into his son's eyes, his voice sounding particularly deep in the night.

"We are in this position not to fight for power or to bring glory to our ancestors."

"It's so that the people on this land will no longer be poor or bullied."

"Your battlefield is here, go and fight."

Lin Weidong nodded heavily, his eyes red.

Lin Yang didn't say anything more, turned around and led He Yuzhu into the vast night.

Lin Weidong stood there, watching his father's figure disappear around the corner.

Only after it was completely out of sight did he turn around and walk back to the drafty office.

The next morning.

On the special train bound for Beiping.

Lin Yang leaned back in his seat, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

At that moment, He Yuzhu walked over carrying a steaming enamel mug and gently placed it on the small table.

Lin Yang picked up the enamel mug and blew away the floating tea leaves.

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