Chapter 2257
Like a Thief
Actually, He Yuzhu was also tired, but he was just putting on a brave face.
Nearly twenty years of office work have left this courtyard warrior somewhat unable to withstand long journeys.
However, he has a good foundation; when he was a child, this body used to carry several baskets of steamed buns and wander around the streets and alleys.
Compared to scholars like Qiu Yingjie, he still has a significant advantage.
He Yuzhu walked into the hall and the first thing he saw was two young people pretending to look at a mural on the wall.
It's not big, only a little over a meter tall and a little over two meters long.
The mural is inscribed with the five large characters "Serve the People," written in a bold and vigorous style.
The mural depicts an enlarged photograph of an elderly man waving to the people.
He Yuzhu was also stunned. He had been coming and going for several days and had never paid attention to this mural before.
He felt as if the old man was looking at him with gentle eyes.
This made He Yuzhu feel a little guilty. He wasn't sure whether the old man approved of or criticized what he was doing.
In that instant, He Yuzhu could recall everything he had ever done in his mind.
He had many flaws, but he never thought of doing anything to harm the collective or the people.
Thinking of this, he mustered his courage and stepped forward. His gaze didn't fall on the two young people, but instead, he looked at the mural and began to explain, "This is what the old man did..."
The old man was 73 years old at the time. He went into the water from the Wuchang embankment and swam downstream to the Qingshan Industrial Port, a journey of about 15 kilometers, which took one hour and five minutes.
I read this news in the newspaper and was greatly encouraged.
I took Yuanyuan to Houhai Lake hoping she could try swimming herself, but your sister clung to my waistband and refused to swim by herself, almost pulling my underwear off.
He Yuzhu looked directly into the old man's eyes, without saying anything lofty or profound.
He has a clear conscience and can face these mentors directly.
Even what he's doing now isn't about satisfying the interests of a small group of people.
Instead, they wanted Qiu Yingjie and others to establish legal rules as soon as possible and create an ecosystem that would benefit everyone.
This allows small business owners to earn money openly and legally, without violating any regulations.
In the future, businessmen like Jimao will be able to grow and expand sooner, go abroad sooner, and compete with foreigners in light industry.
The private sector can only focus on light industry.
This is He Yuzhu's current understanding.
In terms of cost input and return time, resource-based industries and heavy industries must be collectively supported; otherwise, even if they can develop well, they will become a social cancer that is too big to be controlled.
Putting aside other things, just based on what He Yuzhu knows, in the power industry and road construction, which private capital is willing to spend trillions of yuan to build and then extend the payback period to several years or even a decade?
Human nature dictates that, in business, even Lou Xiao'e would prefer to recoup her costs and make a profit within the same year of construction.
"Father!" The young man in the suit beside him called out softly, causing the short-haired woman next to him to look at He Yuzhu in surprise.
"When did you arrive?" He Yuzhu raised his hand and subconsciously rubbed He Xinghua's head, and He Xinghua also bent down at the right time to make it easier for his father to stroke him.
The father and son seemed to have rehearsed it a thousand times.
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, I asked the receptionist."
They said you'd be back around this time. He Xinghua looked excited, but knowing they were in public, he kept his voice down.
"Have you eaten yet?" He Yuzhu asked gently.
He Xinghua shook his head and just grinned foolishly at He Yuzhu.
The meaning was clear: he was waiting for He Yuzhu, his father. He Yuzhu glanced at his watch, and although he was very tired, he said as he walked out, "Come on, Dad will take you out to eat."
His original plan was simply to eat something simple at the guesthouse.
But since my son is here, I definitely have to treat him to something good.
"Sister Yuzhu, what delicious food is available here?" He Xinghua followed He Yuzhu's steps and excitedly asked the short-haired woman beside him.
Only then did He Yuzhu take a proper look at the people accompanying He Xinghua.
At first, He Yuzhu didn't really notice this ordinary-looking girl.
It's not that He Yuzhu has high standards, but rather that nowadays people are all bare-faced and rarely wear makeup.
Without makeup, Luo Yuzhu's appearance could only be considered above average.
Anyway, they're not as pretty as He Yuzhu's two daughters.
She wasn't as youthful and beautiful as Zhu Liqian had been when He Yuzhu last saw her.
The girl was wearing a conservative navy blue business suit, which was a bit too big and didn't show off the temperament and figure that someone her age should have.
"A local?" He Yuzhu asked in surprise.
“Yes, Sister Yuzhu is a local. Her name is Luo Yuzhu.” Luo Yuzhu nodded hesitantly, but He Xinghua answered first.
"Oh, hello!" He Yuzhu said politely.
"Hello, Mr. He." Luo Yuzhu really didn't know how to address He Yuzhu.
This person must be He Xinghua's father.
But the other person was wearing ordinary Dacron clothing, which was very rustic, yet exuded a powerful aura.
She was similar to the leaders she used to avoid when she was running a small business.
"Comrade Luo Yuzhu, this is my first time here, and I really don't know what good food is available here."
"Could you please introduce us, father and son?" He Yuzhu smiled very gently, with a kind and approachable manner typical of a superior to a subordinate.
In other words, he had a very strong air of officialdom about him.
There's nothing he can do; he's gotten used to it.
"Oh, oh, leader, this is a small place, and the only place to eat is a state-run restaurant."
I've heard that the boiled mutton there is quite good, as well as steamed edamame with cured pork, and local brown sugar glutinous rice cakes... " Luo Yuzhu felt very ashamed. She felt that as a local, she didn't know what local delicacies she could be proud of.
The things I just mentioned were things she heard from other passengers on the train.
In fact, she had never eaten at a state-run restaurant.
Yesterday, I went to the town below and someone treated me to some snacks, which tasted quite good.
"Donghe meat pie, braised eel wrapped in tofu skin..." He Yuzhu interrupted the girl before she could finish speaking, casually picking up the conversation.
He has also developed social skills.
In the heart of Beijing, at the entrance of a small alley, Yan Jiekuang stealthily glanced into the depths of the alley and spotted a small red lantern, shaped like an orange bowl, leaning diagonally above a doorway. It was so small that it was easy to miss if one wasn't looking closely.
He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, patted his pockets, and then walked in along the corner of the wall.
After walking a few steps, he stopped again out of caution and looked back at the alleyway he had come from.
With that shifty-eyed look, you'd think he was about to steal something. (End of Chapter)