185: What's going on? We've got all the grand prizes!

"Integration? What do you mean?" Lu Shenwei asked curiously.

Zhou Wen dipped his finger into some tea and drew on the table.

"It's not too complicated. It just means moving all the supporting enterprises involved with Julong Steel to the vicinity of Julong Steel," Zhou Wen said.

Lu Shenwei thought for a moment. "That's a good thing. Previously, accessory factories like the tire factory and glass factory came to see Director Ma, but we turned them down at the time. After all, we hadn't developed enough back then."

"Now that you have the conditions, the district will unconditionally support your industrial integration. But there is one thing I hope Director Lu understands: while you eat the meat, don't forget to let the upstream and downstream enterprises have some soup," Zhou Wen reminded him.

Lu Shenwei nodded. "That goes without saying. You can ask around; Julong Steel has never treated any of its suppliers unfairly."

He required others to pay in full when ordering, and he paid his suppliers in full as well.

"If you think my idea is fine, I will talk to the other enterprises in a few days and strive to sign the cooperation agreements next month."

They say your position determines your perspective, and ever since becoming District Chief, Zhou Wen has felt the truth of this statement more deeply.

Back when he was the Director of the Administration for Industry and Commerce, every day he thought about how to help enterprises standardize their operations, expand production and sales, and secure more tax revenue.

Now, as District Chief, what he thinks about more is the coordinated development of the entire district.

The Advanced Manufacturing Industrial Zone, although it has the words "Advanced Manufacturing" in its name, has absolutely nothing to do with advanced manufacturing.

All kinds of high-energy-consuming and high-pollution industries were present, plus a large number of semi-obsolete industries from the days of separating main and auxiliary businesses and restructuring auxiliary businesses. Inside the Advanced Manufacturing Industrial Zone, almost everything except Julong Steel was in a state of semi-bankruptcy.

Back then, he was even happy to have snagged the District Chief position, but what he considered a sweet deal was a hot potato in the eyes of others.

Fortunately, Julong Steel was quite promising, creating peak after peak, which is why Zhou Wen had the idea of building it into a systematic industrial cluster.

With Julong Steel Factory as the core of development, radiating and driving the upstream and downstream supporting industries, forming a complete industrial system, minimizing costs, and increasing efficiency.

"It's good that you agree. I will submit a request to the city for the centralized relocation of the supporting enterprises," Zhou Wen said.

Lu Shenwei smiled and said, "I'll leave it all to you. Anyway, you wouldn't harm me."

Afterward, the two discussed the specific details of the cooperation, and Zhou Wen left feeling satisfied.

Don't look at how he usually says he will retire from the District Chief position; who doesn't want to advance further in their heart?

The position of a Round Table Leader in the province is something anyone would covet, especially since he is now only one step away.

"Chairman, the production capacity increase plan has been arranged. The steel product capacity is planned to increase by 50%, drone capacity by 30%, and other product lines will be increased simultaneously," Zhou Cun said.

Lu Shenwei nodded. "While making sure there is enough overtime pay, also let everyone pay attention to reasonable rest. Don't ruin your health just to make money."

"Rest assured, Director Ma has already arranged it," Zhou Cun replied.

"District Chief Zhou just came over and suggested we make a wall of honor to properly frame the four medals. You take care of this."

"Miss Bai knows a good cultural company. How about asking her to handle it?"

"Whoever you find is fine. I only have one requirement: don't worry about the cost, but it must be beautiful and impressive."

Zhou Cun nodded and added, "I will arrange it. By the way, is it convenient to gossip with you about something?"

Gossip? Since when did this kid become a tabloid reporter?

"Let's hear it."

"Chairman, our aircraft carrier tractor only got a second prize. What on earth is the background of those two classified first prizes?"

What background? I want to know too, but unfortunately, this is classified information, and I'm not allowed to ask around blindly.

"The higher-ups want it kept secret, and I don't know either," Lu Shenwei said evasively.

"Really?"

"If I knew, wouldn't I tell you?"

"Alright. I thought that since we are a first-level classified unit, you would definitely know some inside information."

"What are you thinking? It's precisely because we are a first-level classified unit that we can't ask around blindly."

Just as Lu Shenwei was speaking, a staff member from the confidential office entered. "Chairman, you have two pieces of confidential express mail."

"Confidential express? What's the content?" Lu Shenwei asked.

"It says to be signed for by the legal representative of Julong Steel, so I didn't dare to open it."

Signed for by the legal representative?

"I'll give it to you after I finish reading it."

Lu Shenwei took the express envelopes, and Zhou Cun tactfully left.

They were both sent from the capital, but the detailed return address was not specified.

Lu Shenwei curiously opened the envelope, and a bright red five-pointed star immediately caught his eye.

Then came the document printed in [FangSong_GB2312] font. Lu Shenwei just took one look and froze in place.

What does this mean?

So it turns out the other first prize the Air Force received, which was too advanced to display, was actually the Liuguang Stealth Coating!!!

No wonder I asked several times and Director Xu wouldn't tell me; it turns out he knew all along.

Wait, if the Liuguang Stealth Coating won a first prize, then the first prize that the Navy couldn't display must be...

Lu Shenwei hurriedly opened the other letter. The result was just as he expected; the Navy's "too advanced" first prize was none other than the Julong Super Steel Cable!

So it turns out I swept the first, second, and third prizes!

Hahaha!

Not bad, not bad!

Lu Shenwei dialed the factory's confidential office. "Those two pieces of mail were for me personally; no need to keep them on file."

After saying this, Lu Shenwei opened his safe and stored the two certificates of honor inside.

But upon second thought, achieving success without showing it off is like wearing fine silk in the dark. No, how can I not share such great happy news?

Zhou Cun was too young and prone to blabbing, so Lu Shenwei called over Ma Quanlin and Wang Zizhong.

Wang Zizhong grumbled as soon as he entered: "I thought our dragon cat aircraft carrier tractor had significant technical content. How come it didn't get a first prize for scientific and technological progress?"

"Old Wang, look at the first prize won by Two Artillery—a waverider hypersonic missile. Can you compare with that?" Ma Quanlin comforted him.

"Why can't I compare? Our factory's Liuguang Stealth Coating and the Julong Steel Cable aren't bad either. I haven't even seen the military region report them."

Wang Zizhong was indignant. Lu Shenwei took out the certificates of honor: "Uncle Wang, don't be depressed. Look at what this is."

"This is..."

Wang Zizhong took the certificate and only looked at it for a second before his eyes were glued to it.

"This is a first prize certificate for the whole army's scientific and technological progress? Could it be... I knew it, I knew it was us, haha!"

"From now on, Julong Steel's products are 'too advanced to display'!"

"Awesome! Truly awesome!!!"

Ma Quanlin leaned in: "What do you mean?"

"Is... is this real? Why haven't the higher-ups mentioned it?"

"What is there to mention? It's a classified matter. Didn't you hear the news? It's too advanced to display," Wang Zizhong said with a smile.

Lu Shenwei reminded them: "Only the three of us know about this for now. Our factory's technical content is certainly not low."

"Not low, not low, definitely not low!" Ma Quanlin laughed along.