Era: A college student came to the courtyard house

Faced with Fang Yuan's casual question.

The old man didn't think much of it and casually replied, "I've heard about what happened in the second workshop next door. Apparently, they even beat up a reporter."

Seeing that his answer was somewhat reserved, Fang Yuan immediately pressed on, "Then do you know what that mother and daughter were called back then?"

The old man was slightly taken aback, but being a shrewd old man, he quickly realized that Fang Yuan was clearly different from those gossipy old women; she probably wanted to find out the specifics.

After pondering for a moment, he thought that such information could be easily found out by asking anyone. Since Fang Yuan had already asked him, he might as well do him a favor and tell him everything he knew in detail.

Finally, the old man added softly, "Xiao Fang, it seems that the mother and daughter moved back to the countryside yesterday. They said that the old woman was not feeling well and they needed to go back to take care of her for a while."

Fang Yuan nodded his thanks, greeted Qin Huairu and Qin Xiangye in the lounge again, and then turned and left the steel rolling mill.

On the way, Fang Yuan pondered: It seems that Jiang Guifen, who suddenly appeared that day, really did have a problem.

There must be someone behind her giving her advice, or more likely, offering her some kind of benefit.

Otherwise, given their circumstances, it would be highly unlikely that they, mother and daughter, would have such a coincidence and such audacity to overturn the previously signed agreement.

The mother and daughter have now moved back to the countryside, clearly out of fear of being confronted by troublemakers.

However, this matter cannot be rushed. Since Wang Qingling instructed us not to alert the enemy, we can only find another opportunity to investigate slowly.

Just as Fang Yuan returned to the office, the work bell rang outside.

Upon hearing the bell, Wang Qian and the others all looked up from their tables, stretched to wake themselves up, and then began to get back to their work.

These were all routine tasks, and seeing that Wang Qian and the others were handling them with ease, Fang Yuan stopped interfering.

Looking at the three bottles of toad oil placed under the table, Fang Yuan instantly made a decision.

He then took out the report he had written that morning from the drawer, put a bottle of toad oil into his bag, and went to the office of Sun Daxing, the head of the inspection department next door.

Sun Daxing, aged 51, was transferred from the same military unit as Su Haixiong.

This age already falls under the category of being over-age while still working, but the retirement system is still in its early stages and has not yet been fully implemented across the board, so many departments have similar situations.

Because Sun Daxing had taken leave due to illness a couple of days ago, Fang Yuan had not yet met with his boss.

Upon entering.

Sun Daxing was sitting at his desk.

Looking at the section chief in front of him, whose hair was gray and who looked like an old man, Fang Yuan couldn't help but take a quick look at him with curiosity.

The Great Heat has passed, and by the end of June, Beijing was already sweltering. Many people had already put on short sleeves, but Sun Daxing was still wearing a long-sleeved shirt with patches at the elbows. He was thin overall, with a pale face, and looked frail and listless.

"Section Chief, Fang Yuan is here to report for duty." Fang Yuan entered the room, stood at attention, and said in a strong voice.

"Section Chief Fang." Sun Daxing greeted Fang Yuan warmly as he saw Fang Yuan taking the initiative to come and pay his respects, "Come, sit down and let's talk."

"Want to smoke?" Sun Daxing asked as soon as Fang Yuan's buttocks touched the seat.

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Give me one," Sun Daxing said impatiently.

Fang Yuan quickly put his things on the desk, then took out a Daqianmen cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Good lad, you've even started smoking Daqianmen cigarettes." Sun Daxing took the cigarette, then took a matchbox from Fang Yuan, lit it, took a deep drag, and then leisurely remarked with some insight, "Indeed, a cigarette after a meal is better than being a living god."

"I just can't quit."

Seeing Fang Yuanman looking at him with confusion, Sun Daxing then began to explain.

It turns out that Sun Daxing had been advised by his doctor to quit smoking multiple times due to health reasons. After going to the hospital a few days ago, his family has now completely cut off his "smoking supply," which is why he felt unwell all over.

Finally, Sun Daxing cursed and said, "Back in the day, I survived on a few cigarettes. Now you want me to quit smoking? I'd rather be dead."

Fang Yuan guessed that Sun Daxing probably used cigarettes as a mental "painkiller".

As if guessing what Fang Yuan wanted to say, Sun Daxing took a puff of his cigarette, squinted his eyes with satisfaction, and waved his hand, saying, "If you also want to persuade me not to smoke, then you can go out first and come back in after I finish smoking."

Seeing him like this, Fang Yuan suddenly remembered that famous saying: Cherish your current bad habits, because they may be the main reason why you love life.

Fang Yuan didn't know whether Sun Daxing loved life or not, but he knew that it was probably hopeless for the doctor to get Sun Daxing to quit smoking completely.

Seeing that Sun Daxing had extinguished his cigarette, Fang Yuan finally got down to business.

To everyone's surprise, Sun Daxing didn't even glance at the report on the table after listening to it. Instead, he said to Fang Yuan, "This was handled well. You can take this report to Director Wang yourself."

"I'll take the toad oil. This stuff is hard to come by, so I'll take it back to nourish my body." Sun Daxing was very interested in the toad oil that Fang Yuan had brought. He had long heard that this stuff was very nourishing, and he had to try it out when he got back today.

As Fang Yuan left Sun Daxing's office, he was surprised that his section chief trusted him so much.

It seems that Lin Xianghua must have given prior notice.

indeed.

Fang Yuan was right; someone had given prior notice, but this person was not Lin Xianghua, but Sun Daxing's former superior, Su Haixiong.

Su Haixiong deliberately placed Sun Daxing in the Supervision Section with the intention of having him block the position of section chief.

If it weren't for the fact that his old superior had no one else available, Sun Daxing would have already retired and gone home to enjoy his old age, according to his own ideas.

Now that Su Haixiong has personally called to ask him to keep an eye on Fang Yuan, he naturally won't nitpick or find fault.

All he can do now is stand guard for Su Haixiong until the very end.

As for who will become the head of the inspection section in the future, that's not something he can worry about.

Back in his office, Fang Yuan put another bottle of toad oil in his bag and then went to Wang Qingling's office in the same manner.

Wang Qingling had already heard about Fang Yuan's behavior at the guesthouse last night.

He took the report without even glancing at it and put it aside. Then he laughed and pointed at Fang Yuan, saying, "Little Fang, I really didn't know you could hold your liquor."

As Fang Yuan handed over the cigarette, he explained, "Director, I was forced into this, so I had to drink it. Otherwise, I was afraid Director Huang wouldn't give me a spot."

Wang Qingling snorted and said coldly, "This is their steel rolling mill's usual trick. It's good that you did a good job and brought honor to our factory office."

Fang Yuan quickly offered a few words of modesty, and finally said, "Director, I also invited a reporter from the Beijing Daily to go to the steel rolling mill with me. This matter may be reported in the future."

After listening, Wang Qingling pondered for a moment and gestured for Fang Yuan to continue.