A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Chapter 1041: There are many caring older sisters at the grassroots level; sowing discord and counte

"Logistics support! My political commissar!" Director Chao reminded an old friend with a bad memory, "Think about it, who's in the little red building now? It's our scientific research expert, Comrade Jiang Xia! And there might be other comrades from other important units working together on this project, right? They're working tirelessly, day and night, for the sake of the country's important affairs. How hard they've worked!"

He counted on his fingers, as if reciting a familiar story:

"Is the logistics adequate? Are they getting hot water? Is the canteen providing them with special meals? Are they getting enough nutrition?"

Although the dormitory conditions are temporary, are the bedding clean? Is the ventilation good? Are there mosquitoes at night?

"Also, how are the families of Jiang and the other researchers doing lately? Are they experiencing any difficulties in their lives? Do they need any support or assistance from the organization?"

"Aren't these all legitimate tasks within your responsibilities, demonstrating the meticulous care that our base's Party Committee and organization have for senior intellectuals and for important missions?!"

Deputy Political Commissar Chang was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief. It seemed... to make sense? Caring about the lives of researchers was a perfectly legitimate and justifiable reason, one that couldn't be faulted anywhere!

Director Chao observed his expression and continued to add fuel to the fire with a smile: "You can use this as an excuse to bring some gifts, like seaside soda and watermelon. Oh, by the way, isn't there a new product called White Flower Snake Grass Water that just came out in Laoshan?"

Then, accompanied by the officer in charge of specific tasks, they could openly and legitimately "visit and offer condolences" and "conduct on-site work" at the Little Red Building. Wouldn't that make it perfectly logical for them to get in?

Once you're inside, you can see what's going on, chat with the people inside, ask about their needs—isn't that 'getting an understanding of the situation'?

Who could possibly say a bad word about you? Qiu… well, when the higher-ups ask, your work reports are always thorough, meticulous, and full of human touch—perfectly in line with the spirit of the policy!

"It not only fulfills... uh, the 'higher-ups' intention to let you 'understand the situation,' but the method is also perfectly correct and reliable. How is this difficult? This is clearly a great opportunity for you to demonstrate your work skills and strengthen the relationship between cadres and the masses!"

Deputy Political Commissar Chang sat there blankly, his mind a jumble of tangled emotions, fears, and grievances, as if Director Chao's words had slashed open a bright crack like a sharp knife.

The gloom of despair was dispelled, and a sense of hope and warmth, like being reborn from the brink of death, surged back into his heart, and even the stinging in his nose didn't feel so bad anymore.

"Oh...! You can do that! Yes...yes! I'm just...I'm just concerned about the lives of my comrades!" He suddenly stood up, his voice trembling with excitement, his face still wet with tears, but his expression had changed from gloomy to sunny, even radiating a glow of having found the "right path".

"Director Chao! Old Chao! Thank you! You really are..." He patted Director Chao's shoulder hard, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Hey, Political Commissar, don't be so polite. I'm just giving you a heads-up. You'll have to personally oversee and implement the specific tasks."

Director Chao smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, but in his heart he thought: This fuse that was almost lit, it seems, can be extinguished temporarily, and even... perhaps it can even tilt slightly in my direction.

"I'll arrange it right away! It'll be done immediately!" Deputy Political Commissar Chang was in high spirits, as if he had regained his direction and strength. He turned around and hurried outside to prepare his "heartwarming visit".

I wonder what kind of expression that silly kid will have when he drinks that white snake grass water.

Just to add, this thing was an export commodity back then, mainly used to earn foreign exchange. It was hardly ever circulated, and ordinary citizens rarely saw it.

So, when you dislike its taste, it might also dislike you... hehehe.

In the office, Director Chao watched as Deputy Political Commissar Chang suddenly rushed out like he'd been injected with adrenaline. He had just breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his enamel mug to take a sip of water when the door was suddenly pushed open with a bang.

Deputy Political Commissar Chang returned, his face still flushed with excitement, but his eyes held something else—an almost stubborn caution, or rather, a shrewdness born from past mistakes.

"Old Chao!" He strode to the desk and, without saying a word, grabbed Director Chao's wrist with considerable force.

Director Chao's heart skipped a beat, and he almost spilled his water. What was going on? Had they changed their minds again? Or did that man with the gold-rimmed glasses have new instructions?

"Political Commissar, do you... have any further instructions?" Director Chao steadied himself and put down the jar.

"What instructions? It's about this..."

Deputy Political Commissar Chang leaned even closer, lowered his voice, and spoke with an air of familiar intimacy, as if to say, "We're practically family."

"After thinking about it, I realized that taking care of the lives of researchers and ensuring logistical support is a big deal and requires meticulous work! If I go alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to consider everything thoroughly and it will seem like I'm not taking it seriously enough."

He paused, looked at Director Chao, his eyes sincere (or rather, trying to appear sincere): "Don't bother two people with the same thing! You came up with this idea for me, you understand the ins and outs best. Why don't you come with me! You're the head of security, familiar with the management regulations at the Little Red Building, and you understand the hardships of researchers. One of us will be in charge of ideological and social care, and the other will be in charge of security and discipline. It's a legitimate and proper arrangement between the Party and the government! The visit will be more thorough, and the report will be more... more convincing!"

Director Chao was taken aback by his sudden "bundled sale," and then felt both amused and exasperated.

Well, this person has really been traumatized by this scam. They're afraid that if they go alone, they won't be able to explain themselves clearly, or they might fall into another trap. So they're determined to drag someone down with them... no, they want a witness or someone to share the burden.

To put it nicely, this is called "being open to good advice, uniting with comrades, and being cautious and responsible." To put it bluntly, it's like saying, "We'll die together, we'll live together; don't expect me to stand on the shore and watch you wade through this mess."

Looking at Deputy Political Commissar Chang's hand, which was gripping his wrist tightly as if afraid he would run away, and at his eyes that were a mixture of pleading, calculation, and a last trace of panic, Director Chao knew that he couldn't escape this time.

If he refuses outright, not only will his previous "guidance" be in vain, but he may also immediately push this person back into a dead end. Who knows what even more foolish thing he might do in his desperation?

Whatever...

Director Chao quickly weighed the options in his mind: Going along might get him involved in unnecessary trouble, but at least he could keep an eye on the scene and perhaps smooth things over and control the situation if things went wrong. If anything went wrong, it would be better to have "one of his own" on the scene than to lose control completely.

Moreover, isn't this an opportunity to further gain the trust of this deputy political commissar (or rather, to make him more dependent on him)?

After a brief silence of two or three seconds, Director Chao's face once again broke into an impeccable, honest smile. With a flick of his wrist, he warmly grasped Deputy Political Commissar Chang's hand and shook it vigorously.

"The political commissar is so thoughtful! You're right, caring for comrades and having the Party and government work together will yield better results! This is indeed my duty, and it's my responsibility to cooperate with you to complete the task! Let's go, let's go and make preparations now, and do the work perfectly!"

Upon hearing this, Deputy Political Commissar Chang visibly relaxed, loosening his grip on his wrist. A relieved yet grateful smile spread across his face as he nodded repeatedly, "Good! Good! Boss, you're really something! Let's go!"

Watching Deputy Political Commissar Chang turn around again, his steps becoming more steady, Director Chao followed behind, gently shaking his head, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

This political commissar has probably been manipulated quite a bit in the game of some "big shots," and has even learned the trick of "drag others down with him."

Well, it's good to have someone sober in the water; it's better than letting him flounder around aimlessly by himself.

The two walked one after the other towards the base's logistics warehouse and canteen...

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Over here, Director Zheng read those few lines of text on the printed copy no less than five times:

That's it? Just these few sentences?