Siheyuan: Since 51

February 2rd, the 3th day of the twelfth lunar month.

As the holiday was about to begin, Lin Zhiyuan called Pan Fei.

"Xiao Pan, the time is ripe. Go to the People's Daily and ask them to have a family-wide discussion on the development priorities. The more intense the better."

Pan Fei didn't understand and was afraid of messing up, so he looked up and asked halfway through writing.

"Director Lin, what are the development focuses and the two sides?"

Lin Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said leisurely: "Strengthen heavy industry or light industry."

After Pan Fei finished writing, he was puzzled and said, "Director Lin, I don't quite understand. Can you explain it to me?"

"of course."

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and explained patiently.

"You have to remember that the situation is ever-changing, and plans must be changed at any time."

After expressing the core idea, an example was given to illustrate it.

"Take cashmere for example. The initial target was the woolly bear, but the Gallic rooster intervened and took the hook and wouldn't let go. Could it be that he was going to let the big fish go?

Of course not. Catching a turtle while fishing is also a gain.

What's more, it's not easy to perform with one guest.

Even if there is no Gallic rooster, I will find a way to hire someone else.

Later, the guests came uninvited, wasn’t that just what I wanted?

Why do we need to lay the groundwork for Lucian? Because they are in different camps.

Why should I continue to add fuel to the fire? Because I'm afraid they are stupid, or in other words, help them make up their minds.

The whole city is in turmoil. No matter how stupid or cautious you are, you can't fall behind, right?

What’s more, I’m still waiting for another guest…”

Pan Fei seemed to understand, but not quite, and quickly wrote it all down in his notebook, preparing to review it later.

The People's Daily acted very quickly. In just three days, the front-page headline attracted the attention of hundreds of millions of people.

Resources are limited, where to go?

The nine big characters seem to be a question, but also a discussion.

More than 2,000 words analyze the future of heavy industry and light industry, but there is no conclusion.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The rabbits instantly split into two factions.

Most people believe that heavy industry should be strengthened, after all, safety is more important.

Only a very small number of people stand on the side of light industry, believing that improving the quality of life of the people is more important.

As for balanced development, it cannot be reported at Lin Zhiyuan's request.

Day after day, it was February 2th, the 11th day of the twelfth lunar month, the last working day before the New Year.

A heavy snow came suddenly, and in less than half a day, the earth was covered with a white cloak.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle after reading the newspaper.

I stood up, walked to the window, looked at the snow scene, and sighed secretly.

The snowstorm in Mo City has been going on and off for two whole months, and the height has reached more than one meter.

Traffic jams, water and power outages, complaints and widespread grief, it seems like even God is helping.

Looking at it this way, the little unexpected gain at home doesn't seem surprising.

Snow falls silently, but people have voices...

inside the wall.

The old man’s hobbies are smoking, reading and walking on the snow.

Ever since the first snowflake fell, I couldn’t concentrate on reading in my study.

I'll ask again after a while.

"Jiaying, is there any snow?"

"Master, one centimeter."

"Jiaying, what now?"

"Three centimeters."

……

Finally, after hearing five centimeters, the old man couldn't bear it anymore, "Hurry, take the newspaper, let's go play."

Crunching on the snow, puffing smoke from a cigarette, and listening to Jiaying reading the newspaper was definitely a great enjoyment for the old man.

With a smile on his face, he was even in the mood for a joke.

"This kid is really a trap, and everything is connected. But who is he trying to fool? A Gallic chicken, a bear, or maybe it's Da Meili... Never mind, let's just watch the show!"

Unexpectedly, when Jiaying read the second article, which was the article supporting light industry.

The old boss was startled, then frowned slightly, and after a few seconds, he smiled heartily.

"Come on, your hands are so cold, let's go back."

After that, he added, "Wait a minute, please help call Kenong over."

"it is good."

……

Special Economic Bureau.

Pan Fei walked over slowly and saw Lin Zhiyuan standing by the window, his mind wandering. He did not disturb him and just stood there quietly.

Lin Zhiyuan smoked a few cigarettes, turned around and asked with a smile.

"Tell me, who made the most noise?"

"Equally matched, the Bear Pavilion and the Gallic Chicken Pavilion have both detected telegrams nearby. Do you need to steal and decipher them?"

"Humph, it looks like the bear is determined to get on board."

Lin Zhiyuan snorted coldly and sat down on the sofa.

"It's not necessary. It's not easy to crack. There are even risks. The gain is not worth the loss."

Pan Fei picked up the thermos and added water to the teacup, feeling a little confused.

"Director Lin, confirming their ideas will make our next move safer. The benefits should outweigh the risks, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows, spread his hands and smiled: "The key is that I know it."

"You know?" Pan Fei stared and immediately asked in surprise: "How is this possible?"

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head and couldn't help laughing and cursing.

"You, use your brain. They sent telegrams, but I guided them step by step. How can it be a secret?"

After saying that, he paused and curled his lips, "It's nothing more than collusion, preparing to send me food."

Pan Fei quickly took out a specially made notebook from his pocket and began to write notes.

After finishing, he asked with a smile: "Director Lin, then tell me, what will they do next?"

"Send me polyester equipment and oil."

Pan Fei's eyes flashed, and he smiled with a clenched mouth.

"This is great news. The Ministry of Petroleum is so lucky. This is a blessing from heaven."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan burst into laughter.

"I'm not going to ask for oil, so why are they so happy?"

Pan Fei was dumbfounded. You spent half a day cooking the dish and finally put it on the table, and you say you don’t want to eat it?

He stared at Lin Zhiyuan without saying anything for a long time.

Lin Zhiyuan did not explain. It was safest to keep the plan in one's heart. The more people knew about it, the greater the risk of it being leaked.

"Okay, stop imagining things, and don't spread the content of our conversation, especially your notebook. It would be a big deal if it was lost."

Pan Fei secretly swallowed his saliva and immediately replied: "Understood, I will remember it in my mind and then burn the notebook."

"Well, you can never go too far wrong."

Lin Zhiyuan picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Beijing Baseball Hall, have the down jackets been delivered?"

Pan Fei sat down opposite him, smiling and nodding quickly.

"Of course. It was sent five days ago. Representative Hao Deqing asked me to bring you a message. Long live friendship."

"Okay, pack up and prepare for the holiday. If anyone wants to see you during this time, just make excuses."

"clear."

……

After get off work, the heavy snow made the sky brighter than usual.

Lin Zhiyuan tightened his coat, walked back with big strides against the wind.

Just as he reached the gate, Lin Shufan opened the courtyard door and walked out.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be curious and asked with a smile, "Smelly boy, it's snowing so heavily, where are you going?"

"Dad, grandma asked me to buy some wine."

Lin Shufan chuckled after he finished speaking.

"Grandpa, second uncle, second aunt, and little uncle, they are all back."