Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Seeing his father gritting his teeth, Xu Damao's momentum weakened a bit. He scratched his head dejectedly: "Dad, I was just impatient and forgot you were in the dark room. I will definitely do it next time, next time."

No one knows a son better than his father. Xu Fugui didn't believe that this bastard could behave himself. He glared at the reckless and unfortunate child.

"If you have something to say, just say it. We are busy now. People give birth to sons to relieve their fathers' worries. But you are causing trouble for your father and making him look bad. You can't even enjoy your old age."

"Dad, the Propaganda Department is showing movies. Director Li will be there tonight. Li Weijun asked me to ask you for a few silent films, preferably ones by Charlie Chaplin."

Xu Damao was timid for a long time and did not dare to tell Xu Fugui what he saw this afternoon.

Her sister Xu Wanjun has always had a tense relationship with her family, or to be more precise, a tense relationship with Xu Fugui. After marrying into the Sun family, she basically never returns to her parents' home except during the Chinese New Year and other festivals.

If this kind of thing happens again, the relationship between father and daughter will be broken.

Although Xu Damao is a bit mean, he still has some conscience towards his blood relatives, not to mention his own sister.

"You want a movie? A silent movie, one by Charlie Chaplin. I didn't realize you, a country bumpkin, are quite connoisseur of movies."

Xu Fugui laughed, lit a cigarette and left the darkroom, frowning at Xu Damao: "What did I ask you to do? Do you want all the films back, or just one?"

"Dad, it's all the movies..."

Xu Damao didn't dare to hide anything and told the whole truth, but he deliberately concealed the fact that he had made a mess of things.

Unexpectedly, Xu Fugui just frowned and thought for a moment, and instantly realized that his son was lying.

He glared at Xu Damao and said, "Why are you sticking your butt out? I know what shit is going to happen. A new emperor appoints new ministers. It is the rule of this industry not to pursue the responsibility. Besides, I didn't hide it privately. I just took it from the Propaganda Department to the cinema. Even if Li Weijun is dissatisfied, he can only hold it in. Why don't you tell the truth in front of your father?"

As the old saying goes, Xu Damao got the best of it, so he recounted the whole story in detail.

Xu Fugui's expression became uncertain after hearing this, looking at this bastard who was unable to accomplish anything and was always causing trouble.

He really couldn't help it, and after scolding Xu Damao to death, he held a cigarette with a frown in his mouth.

"Then Dad, should we take a movie back or..."

Xu Damao asked tentatively, like a defeated rooster.

"Nonsense, the window paper has been punctured, how can it be justified to take back a bad movie?"

"Then, then take everything back and return it to its original owner?"

Xu Damao was walking on thin ice and obeyed orders submissively.

Unexpectedly, Xu Fugui snorted coldly: "Take it all back, it's nice to think that you can get it. Your father has worked hard in the cinema for decades. Even if there is no credit, there is still hard work. Don't say anything, just take the film to the cinema. Even if I am corrupt, who can say anything?"

"So whether you will return it or not, Dad, please give me a definite answer!"

Xu Damao was about to cry. Why was his father acting like a puzzle?

"Yes, but there is a trick. Go take out Modern Times from my box and hand it in. Once you find it, get out of here quickly. I won't be annoyed by seeing you."

"Ah? Just return one. Is that possible?"

Just as Xu Damao was about to say something else, Xu Fugui kicked him out without any explanation.

There was no other way but to hope for the best and to meet Li Weijun with difficulty, holding the Modern Times film box.

At first I thought I couldn't complete the task and just prepared some perfunctory words in my mind.

Unexpectedly, after seeing the film, Li Weijun didn't say anything. He sent Xu Damao away with just a few words.

Li Weijun asked Xu Damao to ask Xu Fugui for the film, but he didn't hold much hope at first.

This isn't the Blue House, where it's common for leaders to implicate each other after they step down.

It is against the rules to hold seniors accountable. We all have a dirty record. You made a scene today, but now you are relieved of your duties. What will you do then?

So the best expectation was that Xu Fugui would produce a mediocre movie, but surprisingly, Old Xu turned out to be quite a good person.

He actually produced Modern Times, a silent film masterpiece of high quality and standard.

As one of Chaplin's masterpieces, Modern Times is definitely the pinnacle of silent films.

Even later film academies will use Beijing Film Academy as teaching material. With this film as a foundation, it is guaranteed that Li Huaide, Sun Jingwu and others will enjoy watching it.

After completing the preparations for the screening, all that was left was to wait for dark.

In the evening, the usual eight dishes and one soup were served, the only difference was that everyone drank tea instead of wine.

Only when Sha Zhu finished cooking and came to toast and make himself familiar, he drank a bowl of Fenjiu himself.

The bowl was so full that the canteen director Sun Debao slapped his thigh in pain.

The steel mill's annual hospitality standards are limited, and there are only a few bottles of good wine.

That means drinking a little, less.

Seeing that Sha Zhu was about to pour another big bowl, Sun Debao hurriedly and anxiously persuaded him.

"Silly Zhu, silly Zhu, that's enough, just show your kindness, everyone appreciates your kindness, it will be bad if you get drunk and lose your composure again."

"Okay, Director Sun is right. Then, enjoy your meals, leaders. If you need anything, call me in the kitchen. I'll be back to work now."

Sha Zhu wiped his mouth and left with a feeling of being unsatisfied.

Seeing how he seemed to be enjoying himself, Li Weijun reasonably suspected that this guy was simply addicted to alcohol. If Sun Debao hadn't stopped him, he could probably finish a bottle of Fenjiu.

People with big heads and thick necks are usually heavy drinkers.

After Li Weijun, Sun Jingwu and Xu Wanjun finished their meal, they all chatted and prepared to watch a movie.

This time, the movie was shown, and since it was an internal reference film, it was generally available for viewing, so all the cadres with a certain status in the steel rolling mill were present.

Even Director Yang, who was rarely seen, sat in the front row, in the middle of the big horse and golden sword, followed closely by Li Huaide.

Although Li Huaide is only the deputy factory director, he also serves as the deputy secretary, so apart from Factory Director Yang who is also the secretary, he is the de facto second in command.

As for the rest, they are the heads of various departments, including the canteen logistics director Sun Debao, the propaganda section chief Wang Fuchun, the security section chief Gao Tianle, the personnel section chief Zhao Boyong, and the directors of various workshops, etc.

Even the unlucky Xu Damao sneaked in under the pretext of helping out.

Liu Lan and Sha Zhu were sitting in a secluded spot in the back row, and were specially let in by Li Weijun.

The former is his woman after all, so he naturally cannot leave out a pretty one; the latter is the chef who cares about his good food and drink.

Looking at the packed seats and the huge crowd, Li Weijun remained calm and confident about the Modern Times he had prepared today.