The construction site was full of roars from machines.

Lu Zheng and Schneider walked side by side, chatting and chatting.

Lu Zheng explained to Schneider the framework of the party organization to be formed in the company. The party committee member, Lu Zheng's idea was to be formed among the party members of the company's trade union leadership in the future. The company's party committee will not interfere in the company's operations. The main responsibility is to safeguard the rights and interests of employees, and at the same time use the cohesion of the party organization to make its own contribution to the development of the company.

Schneider said "ok" with satisfaction, holding a huge cigar in his mouth. He stared at Lu Zheng with deep eyes and said, "Dear Lu, before I came to China, I learned about the culture of your ruling party in China. Whether it is an enterprise or a private team, as long as there is a party, it should be the leader of the organization and be in the leadership position of the organization. Will your party do this go against the purpose of your party?"

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Although this is my suggestion, it has been officially approved by my superiors." Among the Fifth Standing Committee of the Central Committee, the two young and strong factions are both free reformers. In such a foreign-controlled joint venture, the establishment and responsibilities of the party organization are being explored. It is said that Lu Zheng's suggestions are very supportive of the liberal reformers. Of course, from the central level, this suggestion comes from the Wushan Municipal Party Committee, and no one knows which one the initiators are Lu Zheng and Lu Zheng.

At this time, Lu Zheng was just thinking, if the liberal reformists collapsed in a few years as they did in history, would they be implicated?

However, these thoughts flashed through Lu Zheng's mind. There must be a road before the car arrives at the mountain. Let's see it later. There is still enough time to do something.

Moreover, it is extremely difficult to establish party organizations in joint ventures controlled by foreign capital. The survival of party branches of foreign-controlled enterprises that have entered in a few years is relatively difficult. Moreover, most of them only have party organizations in name, and party affairs activities are basically blank. As for establishing grassroots party committees in such enterprises, there are even fewer and fewer.

"It's good that you think it's okay. If there is anything, I will definitely help you." Schneider was very serious and had a sincere attitude.

Lu Zheng was slightly stunned. Although he had not been in contact for a long time, this German was very principled and always was very serious. He said one was one, two was two, and he was definitely not as polite as the Chinese people.

Therefore, Schneider's promise that he seemed to stand in the same trench with Lu Zheng was inevitably abrupt, which made Lu Zheng a little puzzled.

At this time, a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz stopped beside Lu Zheng. As soon as the door opened, Jiao Lei got out of the driving position.

Schneider smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Dear Lu, this is your car and your driver."

Jiao Lei's face was full of excitement. As a handlebar, the highest level of life is to drive the car he had always dreamed of. How many people have touched the German Mercedes-Benz and domestic drivers?

At this moment, the old leader Lu Zheng seemed to be less attractive than this smooth-curved luxury sedan. After saying hello to Lu Zheng, Jiao Lei unknowingly returned to the car he had just driven around. He couldn't let it go and gently wiped the small mud spots on the body of the car with his sleeves.

"Dear Lu, you are the Party Secretary of the company. It is normal for the company to get you a car. You don't have to worry."

Listening to Schneider's use of Chinese thinking to persuade him, Lu Zheng couldn't help but laugh and said, "Mr. Schneider, if I really got on this Mercedes-Benz, the cadres of Quanwushan would tear me apart."

Schneider seemed to understand what Lu Zheng said for a while, then nodded slightly and said, "The company also has a Santana assembled by your Shanghai car. I'll use it for you?"

Lu Zheng smiled and said, "Your West German automobile industry is really nothing to say."

Lu Zheng knew that Shanghai Automobile began to assemble Santana and obtained the authorization of German Volkswagen in 1982, but the first production line was just completed this year. In order to compete for the Chinese market, German Volkswagen and American Dodge had a fierce battle. It was obvious that the German company was more sincere and laughed to the end in this contest.

Seeing Lu Zheng laughing, Schneider's eyes lit up: "Lu, do you agree?"

Lu Zheng waved his hand and said, "There is an old saying in China that we cannot be a bird flying in the front, otherwise it will be easy to be hunted by hunters. Mr. Schneider, I appreciate your kindness, but I can't use these cars." He just rejected Yang Wenxue's suggestion to the commission to get a car, and turned around and drove a luxury car back. The entire planning and economic cadres were afraid that they would be considered an enemy from now on.

Schneider shook his head repeatedly: "You Chinese people have too many ideas. I can't understand, and I won't force you. But isn't the bird flying in the front a role that we all should strive for?"

Lu Zheng laughed and said, "Let's have cultural differences, I won't discuss this." He looked at the watch and said, "It's time for me to leave, too."

But Schneider suddenly took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Lu Zheng's hand, saying, "A letter written to you by an old friend, you also asked me to bring you a sentence, the flute you play is very nice."

Lu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then a little girl with a white bandage flashed in his mind. Is it her? Yes, I think so.

She and Schneider know each other?

Lu Zheng silently got on his "little potato" and started the car.

Jiao Lei only came back to the taste and hurriedly chased after two steps, but saw that Xiao Tudou had quickly left the factory area, turned a corner, and went up the tree-lined avenue.

Driving, Lu Zheng thought about the possible relationship between the white yarn bag and Schneider. The white poplars on both sides quickly retreated. The front was the building complex of Jidong University of Technology. This area is all within the future planned high-tech development zone. The development zone has initially designated an area of ​​17.5 square kilometers, of which 4.5 square kilometers of the eastern district is the basic area of ​​the high-tech zone. It has one township, nine natural villages, and more than 100,000 people. The development positioning of the high-tech zone is mainly based on electronic high-tech enterprises, and is supported by supporting facilities such as finance, trade, residence and culture and sports.

Lu Zheng slowly pulled over and parked the car, picked up the envelope and tore it open it. Then he was a little confused. There was a page of white letter paper inside, but it was full of Arabic characters, such as "1637", "45119", etc., arranged in a series.

What's the point of this little white gauze bag?

White veil bag is still alive? Lu Zheng exhaled and later called his uncle, but heard that the white veil bag was transferred to the hospital, but his uncle couldn't find out the specific situation. After all, he was not a relative. American hospitals would have sued the patient's privacy by casually revealing the patient's privacy.

I have been worried that she will be killed by herself. Today's letter is really good news.

Lu Zheng looked at these numbers inadvertently. How afraid she was to see this letter? It was like a password. The problem is that even if it was a password, you have to give me a decoding book, right?

Password?Decode?

Bai Weibao, from the first time I came into contact with her, I felt that this child was unusual. Facing life and death calmly is one aspect. The sensitivity to business is that I, a reborn person, can keep up with her rhythm.

Therefore, she would not write a bunch of meaningless numbers to make herself fooled by her for no reason. There must be content in the letter.

This should be the password letter, right? It’s just a password book? She should prompt herself?

Thinking about every word that he said to Mr. Schneider, he remembered Schneider's German strong Bonn accent: "You old friend, you asked me to bring you a sentence, the flute you play is very nice."

Lu Zheng's brows gradually frowned, and then he started to fire.

...

When Lu Zheng returned home, he had an extra book in his hand, "The Blood-stained Style", which is a Chinese translation of a novel by a German writer.

The words that the white veil bag brought to him, which ordinary people naturally only heard were ordinary greetings, but Lu Zheng felt that if the white veil bag wanted to prompt his password book, then it should be in this sentence. Only he knew what the music of the flute played in the garden was, and after remembering the melody, the white veil bag should be able to find out the origin of the music. Therefore, even Schneider, after taking the letter, knew what the white veil bag brought to him, he could never guess what the password book was.

If this type of numerical arrangement is really a password, then using a book as a password book is a very common practice.

When looking for books related to the bloody style in the city library, Lu Zheng suddenly couldn't help but smile bitterly. Little white gauze bag, how could he think so much? Did he think too complicatedly? At a young age, how could he have so much thought?

But it was faintly like telepathy, and she felt that Bai Weibao was such a monster child. What she thought and what she thought should be the same way.

In the library, Lu Zheng started to pick many books about the Sino-Vietnamese War, but for more inspiration, when asked what books were related to the style of blood-stained by librarians, the librarians found some songs. After the newspapers, they suddenly mentioned that there was a book by a German writer, whose Chinese translation was "The Style of Blood-stained".

Lu Zheng put down all the books he had chosen without hesitation and asked the book "Bloody Style". After asking the administrator, he said that after only one version of the Chinese translation, Lu Zheng drove home.

If this letter is really a password letter written by a white veil bag, then she should be able to investigate the books that can be accessed in mainland China, and use the books she can find as a password book, otherwise there will be no way to decode it.
Chapter completed!