A group of people watched for a while, then returned to their posts and continued working.

Yang Xiaotao walked to the rest area. He could do it in half an afternoon. In addition, the weather was sultry and hot, which also consumed a lot of energy for Yang Xiaotao.

Fortunately, it was successful once.

Lou Xiao'e immediately handed over a jar with sugar in it.

"Thanks!"

Yang Xiaotao put down the towel, picked up the jar and took a sip.

The protruding Adam's apple trembled from time to time, and in the golden light of the setting sun, the sharp lines on his handsome face were revealed, and sweat slid down his cheeks.

Lou Xiao'e suddenly had the urge to wipe his sweat.

"Director. Director Xiao Yang!"

Secretary Xiaoqiang's voice suddenly came from outside the warehouse. Yang Xiaotao stood up quickly, and Lou Xiao'e quickly put down the hand she had just raised.

"What's wrong?"

"Phone, Yangjiazhuang's phone number."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaotao rushed out like a whirlwind. Behind him, Lou Xiao'e's hand was tightly grasped.

In the office, Yang Xiaotao picked up the phone and called back.

Teacher Hong's voice soon came, and then Yang Xiaotao knew what was going on.

It turns out that this comrade from the Academy of Agricultural Sciences went to investigate the growth of corn on the farm. At the same time, he thanked the children in Yangjiazhuang. After learning about the exam, he specially arranged a car to take the children to the dormitory of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences tomorrow.

Only then did Yang Xiaotao remember that June 10th would be the day for the children's exams.

When I went to Ran's house, I originally reminded myself to borrow a car to go back and pick up the children, but I forgot about it because of what happened in the past two days.

Fortunately, the Academy of Agricultural Sciences is willing to help, which is not bad.

After learning the news, Yang Xiaotao asked about Ran Qiuye's situation and then hung up the phone.

When I came out of the office, I met Yang Youning.

Yang Xiaotao asked about the pen, and Yang Youning said that it was done and someone would deliver it tomorrow. Then he talked about the Academy of Agricultural Sciences. Yang Youning looked at Yang Xiaotao deeply.

When Yang Xiaotao returned to the warehouse and continued working, Yang Youning sat in the office, mentally pondering the actions of the Academy of Agricultural Sciences.

Obviously, this is a roundabout route.

Wanting to make friends with these children, even Yang Xiaotao's wife, is a very cruel move.

And this is precisely Yang Xiaotao's weakness, or what he values.

As expected of Dean Deng.

Yang Youning sighed with emotion, but was also vigilant at the same time.

Nowadays, if the steel rolling mill wants to continue to develop, Yang Xiaotao is absolutely indispensable as the locomotive.

Although he didn't think Yang Xiaotao would leave the steel rolling mill, these days he was wielding his hoe diligently and could always dig out corners.

Have to guard against it.

Children, hehe.

He knows how difficult it is to go from elementary school to junior high school these days.

(The two eldest boys in his family didn’t pass the exam, so it’s not difficult!)

By then, with so many children, it is estimated that not many will be able to pass the exam, but what about the rest?

These children are well-educated, and if they really have talent, their steel rolling mill will not miss it.

Moreover, the school in Yang Xiaotao's village is also well run, so he can't send the children to school in the city, but he can still donate something to the school in the name of the steel rolling mill.

If it really doesn't work, just build an affiliated vocational college in the factory. If the factory is big with 10,000 people, then there are still 100,000 people plus family members and so on. With such a large number of people, it's not too much to build an affiliated school that integrates elementary school and junior high school.

What's more, they can also specifically ask factory workers to teach them professional skills.

When the time comes, let Yang Xiaotao become the honorary dean and pass on his fitter skills first.

Yes, doing this will not only provide talents for the steel rolling mill, but also win over Yang Xiaotao's heart and tie his dragon tightly to the steel rolling mill.

Yang Youning smiled, mentally thinking that when the machine tool was completed, he would take advantage of the opportunity to finalize the academy.

One stone kills many people.

If Yang Xiaotao knew that Yang Youning had this idea, he would definitely support it with both hands, and by the way, he would say as a compliment, "You are a wise man."

As for what is coming to the mountains and countryside, what impact will it have on the children of Yangjiazhuang?

They are originally from rural areas, is it possible that they can still go to the city?

For them, it is nothing more than moving from one village to another.

Of course, some preparation measures must be taken. Especially for girls, it is best to go up the mountains around the farm. The mountains in Yangjiazhuang are not small anyway.

After leaving the office, when Yang Xiaotao returned to the station, the sky was already gray, the lights were on in the station, and there were still busy workers below.

In people's words, the sun has set and it's getting cooler, so it's time to work.

Yang Xiaotao smiled, picked up the cool white water on the side, and drank a pot of it. The sweat on his body was removed, but it was much cooler, and then he strode to the bench.

Zhang Guanyu held a drawing in his hand and personally delivered it to Yang Xiaotao.

After looking at it twice, Yang Xiaotao started to work.

...

alliance

The crystal-like lights bloom brightly, illuminating the splendid office.

The record player nearby was playing Katyusha, and in front of the table was a bald man wearing black clothes and sunglasses, playing with black gloves with both hands, and his legs were crossed together, looking casual.

Behind the man, stood two men in suits, with bulging waists and cold murderous looks on their faces.

In front of the table, there was a row of people standing.

He is tall, short, fat and thin, but without exception, his face is pale.

If it weren't for the rotating fan overhead that sent cool breeze from time to time, my back would have been soaked.

"This is your score?"

"This is your explanation?"

The bald man's voice was cold. The June day blew through everyone like a cold wind, and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

snap

The bald man smashed a report on the table, and everyone's minds jumped.

"The market share is 70%. Is that great? Idiot, why are there so many idiots in the league!"

"Do you know that anything they produce there is of no use as long as it doesn't come out?"

"Being able to exchange one kopeck for Union currency is a profit for them, because one kopeck can buy a needle made by the Union."

"And this needle is better than the needles they produce themselves."

"This is the failure of the alliance."

The bald man roared angrily, and no one dared to speak at this moment.

"Now, answer me, how to completely kill their bullshit friendship and leave no one behind?"

"Who can tell me how to do it?"

His eyes glanced back and forth at several people, and finally a Mediterranean man raised his head and bravely took on this task.

"Dear Comrade Chief, I believe that the existing measures alone have reached their limit, and our prices cannot drop without limit."

"And the other party also has a better one, an electric pressure cooker, which is now gradually expanding its market."

"I don't need you to report the news. I'm asking about measures and methods. Tell me the methods!"

The bald man immediately asked impatiently before he could finish speaking.

"I, what I want to say is, we can use, tariffs, increase tariffs so that they don't have..."

boom

Before the man could finish speaking, the cup on the table was smashed on his head. Mediterranean immediately lay on the ground with blood dripping from his forehead, but he did not dare to make a sound.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? I won't give you even a kopeck."

"waste!"

The bald man glanced at the Mediterranean Sea on the ground, and then looked at the others.

In an instant, several people were even more afraid to say anything.

"I don't care what method you use, in short, they must not be able to sell even one pot."

"If you can't do that, I will prepare a cemetery for you."
To be continued...