You want to steal my job?

I dare not eat at the same table with them again.

Neuropathy!

This person isn't human, they're a ghost!

A single careless word can get you labeled and condemned for life!

Old Jia had just changed seats and hadn't even caught his breath when another dark figure loomed over him.

Xu Fugui.

"Brother Xu...?" Old Jia's voice trembled slightly, and he felt extremely guilty.

Xu Fugui sneered as he sat down: "Old Jia, I heard your thinking has gone astray?"

"Don't talk nonsense! Director Yang already said it was a joke and doesn't count!" Old Jia panicked.

He knew who this person was—a ruthless figure in the propaganda department, in charge not only of showing movies but also of "reforming souls."

Anyone in the factory who caught his eye suffered greatly.

Even Director Lou was thoroughly subdued back then.

Lou Bancheng initially resisted being managed, but ended up being assigned to the workshop to swing a sledgehammer for seven whole days.

From then on, whenever he saw Xu Fugui, his back would automatically bend three degrees, and his voice would tremble when he called out to him.

In short: no one in the factory is afraid of Xu Fugui. Throughout the steel rolling mill, who wouldn't avoid Xu Fugui?

Even Yi Zhonghai had to swallow hard and speak cautiously when he saw him.

These days, making a wrong turn in your thinking is scarier than committing a crime.

Back when Director Lou was in the public-private partnership era, he was a loose tongue and muttered a few things he shouldn't have said.

As a result, Xu Fugui directly brought in people from the street office, held meetings and supervised the labor, and forced Lou Bancheng to sweep the workshop floor for a week.

After that, Lou Bancheng could never straighten his back again.

Do you think Xu Damao got a free ride by marrying his daughter?

It's because they were scared of Xu Fugui and saw that he had powerful backing that they had no choice but to send their daughter to him.

Yi Zhonghai stepped forward to advise, "Old Xu, we live in the same compound, we see each other all the time, don't hold this against us. Director Yang has already made the decision, this is a one-time exception. If you keep bringing this up, aren't you going a bit too far?"

Xu Fugui said with a smile, "Don't worry, Director Yang has already spoken. Do you think I would really send Lao Jia to a labor camp? It's not that bad."

"But I'm in charge of ideological work, after all. Hundreds of eyes are watching me from above and below, so I have to give an explanation. Here's what we'll do—Old Jia's awareness is a bit lacking. When you get back, just copy the Quotations ten times and hand them in to me."

"You!" Old Jia almost fainted from choking.

Copying Quotations?

Copy it ten times?

I have trouble even holding a pen, and you want me to copy it ten times?

He couldn't scold her, nor could he hit her, so in the end he could only grit his teeth and nod: "...Okay, I understand."

After finishing the meal.

Liu Dong returned to his office and immediately pulled out a piece of paper.

He wrote down two characters: He Daqing!

Note: No. 7, Luogu Lane, South of Beijing, the courtyard in the middle of the traditional courtyard houses.

Sprinkle some white wine on it, then light a match.

call--

The paper ball suddenly burst into flames and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Liu Dong leaned back in his chair, and a scene immediately flashed before his eyes—

The people in the kitchen have just finished eating, and the pots and pans still need to be cleaned up.

As the head chef, He Daqing doesn't need to lift a finger; he can simply stand on the sidelines and give instructions.

"Wash the pot and dry it thoroughly, making sure there are no water stains!"

"Sweep the floor clean!"

"Liu Lan, make 100 steamed buns this afternoon. Don't make any more!"

"Yes!" The subordinates responded and busied themselves.

He then leisurely found a corner to sit down and took out a cigarette.

chap——

The match is lit and brought close to the cigarette holder.

Unexpectedly, the flames suddenly surged with a "boom" as soon as they touched the surface!

It looked like a gasoline can had been set on fire.

The light was blinding, and my head felt hot—

"ah!!"

He was so frightened that he threw away the matches and cigarettes, but his hair was already on fire.

Flames rose from the top of his head, like a smoking furnace.

"Help me! Help me!"

Liu Lan grabbed a water ladle and splashed it over the fire, finally managing to extinguish it.

My scalp was already scaly and frighteningly red, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen blisters appeared.

……

From the office, Liu Dong watched from afar and almost fell off his chair laughing.

Live it!

Last time you withheld my meal allowance, today I'll make sure you get what's coming to you!

"Hey, what are you laughing at so happily?"

A sound came from the doorway; it was Xu Fugui entering.

There were only three people in the room: projectionist Xu Fugui, broadcaster Liu Dong, and deputy director Yu Liansheng.

Director?

There's no such position; it's vacant.

"Uncle Xu!" Liu Dong stopped laughing, "I just remembered a joke and started laughing."

He wasn't particularly close to Xu Fugui, but he didn't dislike him either.

The key point is that Xu Fugui doesn't have the small axe mark on his head.

This shows that the person had neither malicious intent nor particular affection for him.

That's good enough.

"Little Liu," Xu Fugui said with a smile, "a movie is starting at four o'clock this afternoon, so we'll have to make several trips to move things. It's inconvenient for me to run back and forth by myself, could you lend a hand?"

Showing movies is no joke; it involves a whole bunch of equipment.

The large screen, projector, film reel, light box, drive wheels, bracket... it's all made of iron, and carrying it once can make you sweat profusely.

"No problem!" Liu Dong readily agreed. "Just tell me where to put them, and I'll get them all down there for you. But you have to tell me carefully how to handle them, so they don't break."

"It's alright!" Xu Fugui waved his hand. "They're all sturdy items, just handle them gently."

"become!"

Without saying a word, Liu Dong carried the lightbox, rolled up the film, and moved the stand, running back and forth efficiently.

The next day, they transported the screen over and helped set up the frame.

The screen hangs under a big tree, in the shade, creating a strong contrast, so the picture is clear even during the day.

Once everything was settled, Xu Fugui slowly picked up his teacup and swayed it as he walked down, holding nothing but the cup in his hand.

He's as leisurely as a retired cadre.

Liu Dong didn't mind and asked, "Uncle Xu, I've moved everything. Is there anything else I need to do?"

"Thanks!" Xu Fugui nodded. "Young people are so energetic... Alright, you can go now."

"I'll stop by and see how they show movies, and learn something new." Liu Dong wanted to stay.

"Just because I told you to leave doesn't mean you should!" Xu Fugui's face darkened. "Are you trying to steal my job?"

Liu Dong immediately understood: this guy was afraid that if he learned the skill, he would have no use for it in the future.

Fine, fine, I don't care to wait any longer!

He turned around, went back into the house, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the table.

Anyway, it's still early before I have to go to work.

……

Outside in the square, Xu Fugui sipped tea and hummed a little tune.

After finishing the drink, we got to work.

He dared not ask anyone for help, for fear that others would steal his skills, and he did all the steps himself.

Install the machine, adjust the angle, and connect the power supply.

Since there was no electricity here, he ran a long cable from the first floor of the office building next door.

But just as he was pulling the power line, his foot slipped, and his elbow pulled—

Clang!

The newly assembled projector tripped over the cables and crashed heavily to the ground.

Xu Fugui's face turned green, and he quickly helped him up to test the power supply.

The film feed rollers can still turn, but the light box just won't light up, and there's not a single shadow.

It's completely shut down.

Finished!

The newlyweds' movie screening is at 4 PM, and the leaders will be there in person; not a single one can be missed.

If I mess this up, I'll definitely get punished!

……

Half an hour later.

"Xiao Liu! What are you up to?"