The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

A clean Nanni tea set, the water in the tin kettle was bubbling and bubbling.

Factory Manager Wu took out a pinch of tea leaves from a small bamboo tube and put them in the gaiwan with a pious expression on his face. He frowned, hesitated for a moment, then squeezed out another pinch and put it in with his teeth gritted.

Tu Ziqiang tilted his head and watched him gnash his teeth, thinking it was quite amusing.

shuh...

Boiled water sprinkles and swirls around the side wall of the covered bowl...

"This is the wild tea picked and fried by my mother." Director Wu covered the bowl and said silently for a few seconds. "There is only half an old tea tree, and my mother was reluctant to drink it, so I gave it all to me..."

"Oh? People in Shanghai also drink Kung Fu tea?" Tu Ziqiang leaned on his chin with one hand, "Isn't Kung Fu tea from Guangdong and Fujian?"

"How can it be so absolute..." Director Wu licked his lips, pinched Gaier with his middle finger and ring finger skillfully, and turned around deftly.

The bright yellow tea soup was poured into the fairness cup without any leakage.

"Eighty degrees, eight seconds..." Director Wu introduced, pouring the first brewed tea into his cup and drinking it in one gulp.

"Ha..." Director Wu moaned in satisfaction, his eyes narrowed.

"Brother from Fujian?" Tu Ziqiang curled his lips.

"Oh?" Director Wu tilted his head slightly and watched with interest.

"People in Fujian don't drink toubucha..." Tu Ziqiang grinned, "Respecting customers toubucha seems to mean cursing the other party's dead father?"

"Hahaha..." Director Wu laughed.

"It's okay." Tu Ziqiang reached out and grabbed Director Wu's cup, bowed his head and took a sip. "My parents passed away a long time ago."

"It's just washing tea," Director Wu squinted his eyes and smiled, "I just don't want to throw it away, haha..."

"Oh..." Tu Ziqiang opened his mouth slightly and nodded slowly, as if he was being taught.

Drink some tea, eat some sticky peanuts and small biscuits, and the time will pass in such a comfortable way...

"I can't do nothing, can I?" Director Wu put down his teacup and got to the point.

"Ask me?" Tu Ziqiang laughed and spread his hands, "I can't participate in this game..."

"Are you really not going to the show?" Factory Manager Wu chuckled, and Tu Ziqiang shook his head seriously.

The sunlight of the setting sun coated Director Wu's face with a layer of gold, and his beard was shining with gold...

"The director who is going to replace me has arrived." Director Wu smiled and stopped entangled.

"Well, what then?" Tu Ziqiang squeezed his teacup and smiled, "Could it be that you want to..."

Factory Manager Wu didn't speak, his lips were gradually pursed, and his face was half a smile.

"Old Wu," Tu Ziqiang slowly put down his teacup and persuaded him seriously, "The current situation is set, are you so anxious?"

"The current situation is not as optimistic as you think..." Director Wu slowly shook his head, "I'm not in a hurry, I'm afraid of losing!"

Tu Ziqiang slowly leaned back and looked at Director Wu solemnly.

"For me," Director Wu paused, shaking his head slowly, "it doesn't matter."

"In that case, even if we win in the end, it doesn't mean you won too." Tu Ziqiang lit a cigarette and took a deep breath and said slowly, "But in the end, the face of the oil field must be enough."

"I know." Director Wu sneered, "But if I don't kill myself, they won't use me as a warning?"

Tu Ziqiang thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Then it's better to do everything right," Director Wu slapped the table, "When the time comes, they..."

"Hey," Tu Ziqiang smiled and shook his head, "If it were me, I would definitely not do it."

"During the whole thing," Director Wu leaned forward slowly, staring into Tu Ziqiang's eyes, "Are you satisfied with getting the 230 tons of fertilizer?"

"A lot?" Tu Ziqiang laughed, "230 tons is not enough?"

"What about the next year..." Factory Manager Wu slowly leaned back, tapping the coffee table with his fingers, "Come again in the next year? Huh? There is still a chance? What will you do next year! Huh?"

Tu Ziqiang was thoughtful, and he thought of something else.

"Anyway, you're just trying to do something," Director Wu chuckled, "The risk is all on my side, so what are you afraid of?"

Tu Ziqiang looked at him with his lips pursed.

"It's just to find something for them to do..." Director Wu was very stubborn, "The more things are revealed, the safer I am, right?"

"Jichun did leave you a way out," Tu Ziqiang said sincerely, "but the way out is definitely not as easy as your own way."

"Either make some careers, or just wait for death..." Factory Manager Wu lowered his eyelids and spread his hands, "I don't want to choose the middle way."

"To be honest, there is only so much I can do in Wusong City." Tu Ziqiang laughed at himself, "It depends on you to clean up Feng? I really can't think of what I can do?"

"Han Qingsan was transferred from Guo Erluosi's headquarters..." Director Wu let out a long breath.

"I've never been to Guo Erluosi!" Tu Ziqiang leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the coffee table, "Why not? Or tell me where the fertilizer plant is stuck? Let me see if there is a way to push it!"

"It's nothing more than cost output..." Director Wu is not disappointed, "The oil field will not consider the benefits and employment that the transportation pipeline will generate in Jichun City. They only count the oil field's account."

"Reduce the production cost without reducing the output." Tu Ziqiang frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "How?"

"Are you dreaming! Hahahaha..." Director Wu laughed unabashedly, "How can there be such a good thing in the world? Huh?"

"Well, the total output will definitely remain the same," Tu Ziqiang added, "but some of the products will be owned by our mutual aid society."

"And, what do you call unchanged?" Director Wu snorted.

"Except for the planned transfer of all the products in the new factory, isn't the rest supposed to be exchanged?" Tu Ziqiang grinned happily, "Although some of the products are owned by the mutual aid society, it will not affect them at all. The supplies you exchanged back."

"What?" Director Wu tilted his head and looked at Tu Ziqiang with disbelief.

"Even more..." Tu Ziqiang added.

"Bullshit..." Director Wu curled his lips.

"Don't care about the nonsense, if I can realize it, will there be no suspense about the fertilizer plant's settlement in Jichun?" Tu Ziqiang leaned over and looked into the eyes of Director Wu quietly.

"In that case, the oil field has no reason to object to this plan." Director Wu said carefully.

Tu Ziqiang smiled, picked up his teacup and drank it down.

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The teacup was gently placed on the coffee table.

"Let's go..." Tu Ziqiang stood up on his knees, "You don't care about food..."

"Then we'll do both..." Factory Manager Wu sat there and smiled.

"Hey, you..." Tu Ziqiang shook his head helplessly, "Don't persuade the damn ghost with good words..."

"The condition on the face is enough, what about the inside?" Director Wu pursed his mouth and smiled inexplicably.

clap la la...

As if he had never heard of it, Tu Ziqiang reached out and took the bamboo tube, shook it twice, and signaled to Director Wu.

Under the gaze of Director Wu, Tu Ziqiang put the bamboo tube in his arms, turned around and opened the door...

"Damn it, little slick!"