Not long after arriving at the gate, I saw a car driving from the west.
Seeing the license plate starting with 0017 on the car, Yang Jun realized that someone was coming from above.
As far as the senior leader Guo Cao Cao is concerned, the car he drives only starts with 0039, and today's car that starts with 0017 must be a bigger leader than Guo Cao Cao.
Yang Jun suddenly understood. No wonder the leader asked him to come out to greet him alone.
Generally, when big leaders travel, their itineraries are kept confidential, and the fewer people know about them, the better.
The car stopped at the gate, and the leader Guo Cao popped his head out of the car and shouted to Yang Jun.
"boarding!"
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then quickly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.
He turned around and said to the big boss sitting in the back seat,
"lead……"
Before Yang Jun could speak, he was interrupted by the leader who raised his hand.
"This is Mr. Guo, who has been sent by the higher authorities to take charge of the affairs of the ancient tomb. From now on, all matters concerning the ancient tomb will be subject to his arrangements."
When Yang Jun heard this, he looked sideways at Leader Guo who was sitting next to the big leader.
This leader Guo is an old man over fifty years old. He wears a pair of myopia glasses with round lenses. He wears a short-sleeved white shirt on the upper body and cyan trousers on the lower body. He has a slicked back hair and is very elegant. At first glance, he looks like that
A scholar.
It's just that this man's hairline is a bit high, and with his big back, his forehead looks bright.
Yang Jun felt that this person looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly remembered who he was.
This man was an extraordinary person. He was not only a writer, but also an archaeologist, a historian, and the founder of new poetry. Especially after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he enjoyed a great reputation in the archaeological community.
Now the steel rolling mill has discovered an ancient tomb from the Liao Dynasty, and it is also the tomb of a princess. Unexpectedly, it has alarmed someone like Mr. Guo.
But think about it, large tombs like the Liao, Jin and Yuan dynasties are rarely recorded in history books, let alone discovered.
Generally speaking, archaeologists are more interested in the ancient tombs of these three dynasties, even more interesting than discovering the tombs of emperors.
"Hello, Mr. Guo, I am Yang Jun, the director of the steel rolling mill. If you need any help with your work in the future, just ask, and I will fully cooperate."
"Okay, thank you, you are Yang Jun, and your Uncle Guo always praises you in front of me."
Mr. Guo personally stretched out his hand to shake hands with him, and took Yang Jun's hand and said,
"Uncle Guo praised you so highly that I wanted to see you with my own eyes. When I saw you today, you are really extraordinary."
"I'm not that good, it's all because of Uncle Guo."
Yang Jun scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.
"Well, that's good. Work hard. If you have any problems that can't be solved in the future, you can come to me."
After Mr. Guo finished speaking, he took out a pen from his jacket pocket and wrote a landline number directly on Yang Jun's palm.
"Thank you Mr. Guo."
Yang Jun turned sideways and bowed to Mr. Guo.
He was very excited in his heart. It could be seen that Mr. Guo really admired him and was not just talking about it.
If you can tell yourself your landline number, you are not treating him as an outsider.
On the other hand, Uncle Guo often said good things about him in front of Mr. Guo. Mr. Guo was able to leave his landline number to himself, mostly for Uncle Guo's sake.
Yang Jun glanced at Uncle Guo gratefully. The gratitude came from the heart and was sincere.
Uncle Guo treated him completely as a nephew and took care of him beyond words.
The reason why he was promoted from an ordinary section chief to director to factory director was that Uncle Guo promoted him many times along the way. Now he introduced himself to Mr. Guo, who valued him far more than anyone else, even Guo Guo.
His uncle didn't treat Guo Tianming as carefully as he treated himself.
"Okay, work hard from now on, and don't let Mr. Guo live up to his expectations of you."
Guo Caocao said from the side.
"I will definitely live up to the trust you two have placed in me." Yang Jun said humbly.
Driving the car from the gate to the construction site is just a matter of pressing the accelerator.
While several people were talking, the car stopped at the construction site.
In order not to disturb others, Mr. Guo had no intention of going up to drink tea and take a rest, but went directly to the ancient tomb.
Mr. Guo went down to the foundation, looked at the dark entrance of the cave, then looked down at the stone tablet lying at the entrance of the tomb, then turned back to Guo Caocao and said,
"This tomb shouldn't be small, at least two hundred square meters."
"So big?"
The big boss was shocked, then looked at the factories next to him and said, "Will it affect the factories next to it?"
Mr. Guo looked in the direction of the leader's finger, then shook his head and said: "It's not that big, it won't affect the factory."
Mr. Guo pointed to the epitaph on the ground and said: "It is clearly recorded on the stone tablet that the corridor is eighteen meters long, and at the end is the tomb. The main tomb is eight feet long and six feet wide. Plus the side chambers on both sides.
No more than twelve feet long."
"If the record on the epitaph is true, it will not affect the several factories over there, but..."
Mr. Guo paused here for a moment, and then pointed to the courtyard wall east of the foundation.
"Maybe the courtyard wall will be demolished and it will have to be expanded by about ten meters."
The courtyard wall Mr. Guo mentioned is actually the wall between the steel rolling mill and the abandoned cement factory. Even if this courtyard wall is not demolished now, it will be demolished after the medical building is built.
After listening to Mr. Guo's words, Yang Jun felt relieved immediately.
As long as the ancient tomb is not large in scale and does not require the entire factory to be relocated, he will feel relieved.
As for the courtyard wall, it really doesn't matter to him.
The sub-district office has agreed to grant the land for the abandoned cement factory. From now on, that land belongs to the steel rolling mill.
After the medical building is completed, Yang Jun also plans to re-erect the hospital wall and place the medical building within the scope of the steel rolling mill.
"That's good, that's good..."
The big leader kept repeating this sentence.
As long as the excavation work of the ancient tomb does not delay the production of the steel rolling mill, demolishing some courtyard walls is nothing, even if the office building is demolished, it will be no problem.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The epitaph on the stone tablet is engraved in Liao script. I have never found anyone who knows this writing. If I had known the characters on the stone tablet earlier, Yang
The army won't have to worry about it for so long.
Fortunately, Mr. Guo is so knowledgeable that he actually recognizes this kind of Liao script. Otherwise, I don't know how long I would have been worried.
Afterwards, Mr. Guo went up to the ground and circled the foundation several times before finalizing the excavation plan for the ancient tomb.
After Mr. Guo came up, he immediately assigned tasks to his entourage and gave important instructions on the excavation of the ancient tomb.
The archaeologists are required to be careful and conscientious, and try not to damage the cultural relics in the ancient tombs, and they also instruct the staff not to affect the production work of the steel rolling mill.
The dozen or so people accompanying him gathered around Mr. Guo, listening carefully to the work instructions and taking notes.
After Mr. Guo finished explaining, he was ready to go back.
"Boss leaders, why don't you go to the cafeteria for a quick meal?"
Seeing that they were leaving, Yang Jun hurriedly came over to stay with them for dinner.
"There's no need to eat. We're here this time because we don't want to alarm anyone. As for you, in addition to doing production work, the archaeological team also needs to cooperate with them."
Before Yang Jun could finish speaking, the senior leader refused on behalf of Mr. Guo.
"Don't worry, boss, production will not be delayed."
When Yang Jun saw them getting into the car, he quickly ran to the window.
"Two leaders, wait a moment, I will get you some good tea."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the office without waiting for their response.
Back in the office, Yang Jun took out two kilograms of 'Lao Banzhang' tea leaves from the space, one kilogram per bag.
Then he turned around and ran downstairs.
He gave each of them a bag of tea.
The two of them put the paper bag under their noses and smelled it.
Then, Mr. Guo's eyes lit up and he blurted out,
"Lao Ban Zhang!"
Yang Jun nodded and gave him a thumbs up.
"Mr. Guo, how are you? Waiting these few minutes was not in vain, right?"
"Of course the wait was not in vain. Even if I don't come to see the ancient tomb today, it's worth a trip to make this bag of tea." A look of satisfaction flashed across Mr. Guo's kind face.
The big leader sniffed the tea leaves vigorously and glared at Yang Jun, seeming to blame him for not taking out such a good thing earlier to honor him.
"You brat, from now on you will pack Mr. Guo's tea, and you must deliver it on time every month. Do you hear me?"
"I know, I can't forget this, I'll definitely keep it in my heart."
When Yang Jun heard this, he suddenly understood.
The big boss did this for his own good and deliberately created opportunities for him and Mr. Guo to come into contact. How could Yang Jun forget this kindness?
"Lao Guo is right. From now on, you will take care of my tea leaves. If you dare to stop me, see how I can fix you."
Mr. Guo slowly opened the paper bag, pinched a piece of tea, put it in his mouth, chewed it, smashed it in his mouth twice, and sighed,
"What a good thing. If you think about it carefully, I haven't drunk it in more than thirty years."
"Mr. Guo, don't forget the bitter things and think of the sweet things. In the future, with this boy, you will be able to drink good tea every day." The big leader said.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
He came over and stuck his head out the window with a smile on his face and said,
"Xiao Yang, come to my house often when you have nothing to do. I still have two bottles of good wine there. Let's have a drink then."
"Thank you Mr. Guo for your love. Just don't find it troublesome in the future." Yang Jun stood outside the car, bent over, trying to keep his eyesight level with Mr. Guo.
"Okay, let's go back."
Mr. Guo waved his hand to say goodbye, and then motioned to the driver to drive.
Seeing the car slowly driving out of the steel rolling mill, Yang Jun had mixed feelings.
He never thought that he would meet Mr. Guo again in this life and gain his favor. He would have never dared to think about this before.
While he lamented his fate, his heart suddenly surged with gratitude towards Uncle Guo.
If it weren't for Uncle Guo, he might have ended up as an ordinary cadre in a steel rolling mill in his life.
If time travel is a cheat, Yang Jun's promotion and getting to know so many seniors along the way is even more of a cheat.
His current status can be said to be beyond the reach of ordinary people in their lifetime.
With the protection of the great leaders, the love of the seniors, and his own efforts, it can be said that very few people in this world can touch him in the slightest.
As long as he doesn't commit suicide, his life will continue to be nourishing.
