Siheyuan: The Rebirth of the Silly Pillar in the 50s

Rolling mill.

The new year is approaching, and it’s time to distribute the new year’s money.

Because of Xiong Guoren's technical support, the steel rolling mill's order volume surged this year, and its revenue reached its highest peak since its establishment.

The door of the finance room was crowded with workers.

Their faces were all filled with excited smiles.

"I have been busy for a year and have been waiting for today!"

"No, I estimate that this year's annual payment will not be twice as much as last year's!"

"The longer you work, the more hair you have."

"Then our master will be very comfortable during the New Year this year."

"..."

He Daqing stood in line at the back. He came with several senior chefs from the back kitchen.

"It's a pity that Zhu Zhu contributed the most this year, but he didn't have enough service and has been here for less than a year, otherwise he would definitely be able to receive this money."

Master Wang chatted with He Daqing.

"The pillar will be there next year. He is still young and will have enough money to save it."

"Yes. The Qing Dynasty is not short of Zhuzhu's annual payment. He can probably get several million by himself."

"We can't compare with Qing Dynasty. After all, he is a master chef!"

"I can't say for sure. This year's results are so good, I think everyone will have to pay more!"

He Daqing chuckled.

"He Daqing!"

At this time, the finance department had already called his name.

"I'm coming!"

He Daqing squeezed through the crowd, smiling and waiting for the financial officer to hand out the money.

"Five million, you sign."

"five million?!"

The workers nearby heard this number and spoke in surprise.

There was a lot of discussion.

You must know that some workers who have just arrived for a year or two have never seen so much money.

There was envy in their eyes, even a little jealous.

"What are you shouting about?"

The finance manager said fiercely: "Just quietly collect your own money. They are master chefs and do logistics support work. Without them, you wouldn't even be able to eat at noon!"

The scene was instantly quiet.

The finance manager turned to He Daqing and said with a smile: "Take it."

He Daqing took a thick wad of money and turned around to leave.

There was discussion again from behind.

"The old master is just different!"

"You are wrong. There is another reason. He is He Yuzhu's father!"

"It's meaningless for you to say this. If it weren't for He Yuzhu, I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to pay out the annual payment!"

Immediately there were objections.

"Yi Zhonghai!"

The financial officer's shout pulled Yi Zhonghai away from the crowd of spectators.

"coming!"

Yi Zhonghai squeezed over and heard a number that made him very dissatisfied.

"one million."

"Ah? How come there are so few?"

Yi Zhonghai was shocked.

He is a mid-level fitter and an old man from a steel rolling mill, so he shouldn't be counted based on his seniority!

Not to mention He Daqing who was blessed by He Yuzhu!

After all, you have to have more than three million, right?

How could it be just a little bit?

"Master Yi, you have taken more than three months of sick leave this year. The annual salary for frontline workers in the factory is calculated based on working hours and work performance. You have missed more than three months, so this is all you have."

Financial patience explained.

Yi Zhonghai felt as uncomfortable as eating shit.

Not only did his retirement plan fail, but he also bought a hearing aid for the deaf old lady for [-] million!

Then, because of the anxiety attack, I lay in bed for more than three months and spent a lot of money on medicine.

As a result, work in the factory was delayed, and more than half of the annual payment was lost.

But the finance department said so, so he couldn't say anything, so he had to take the money and walk away.

On the way back to the workshop, Yi Zhonghai was still complaining: "He Daqing is so lucky! He has such a good son!"

He thought if he had a good son.

He must be better than He Daqing.

It's a pity that he will never have a son of his own in this life.

Even his godson was nowhere to be found.

……

He Daqing took the money and felt happy.

Five million is not a small amount, and I will definitely have a good year this year.

Also, the White Widow has been losing her temper in the past two days because she has not left.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is about to come, you can also spend some money to coax the white widow.

After all, he has to stay in the capital for such a long time, and the white widow's benefits to him can only be felt but cannot be expressed in words.

"dad!"

Suddenly, He Yuzhu came out of nowhere.

He Daqing was so shocked that he almost lost all his money!

"Damn Zhuzhu! You have to scare your father to death!"

"You can't say that, you are my father after all. What's the point of scaring you to death?"

He Yuzhu chuckled and glanced at the wad of money in He Daqing's hand.

"What do you want to do?"

He Daqing hid the money behind his back vigilantly.

"If you don't do anything, let me ask you, how much did you pay?"

"I can use this money."

He Daqing's eyes were wandering and he felt a little guilty.

"What's the use? You're not going to honor the White Widow again, are you?"

He Yuzhu was full of yin and yang.

"Don't mind my business!"

He Daqing was exposed and felt guilty.

"If you give it to the family, I will definitely not care about it. But if you give it to the White Widow, I will definitely take care of it!"

As He Yuzhu said this, he quickly snatched the money away without He Daqing's attention.

He Daqing was so frightened that he ran to chase him.

"Damn pillar! Give me the money back!"

"I'm not a father like you! You don't care about other people's families! Just treat this money as confiscation, and I'll keep it to buy firecrackers for He Yuyu during the Chinese New Year!"

"You are going to burn the money I have worked so hard for! You are unfilial!"

He Daqing scolded and chased He Yuzhu all the way to a deserted place.

The father and son were tired from chasing each other, so they leaned against the tree and breathed heavily.

"I am unfilial? I also said you are irresponsible!"

He Yuzhu snorted coldly and said: "Repay your hard-earned money, you have to calculate it yourself. Should you take so much? It's not because I have made great contributions to the steel rolling mill this year. Count my money on you." On."

"What do you mean?"

He Daqing was confused.

"I've only been here for less than a year, and I can't get the annual salary. The performance and seniority are open and transparent, but they are all operable. The factory wants to reward me, and it only gives you so much to deceive others. .”

He Yuzhu transformed into a big liar, and He Daqing was stunned.

"It seems to be the case."

"Right? So this money belongs to me, so I should take it."

"But you should give me some points..."

He Daqing said pitifully.

"I don't know!"

He Yuzhu explained with a serious look: "I won't use this money blindly. I will keep it for my family for the New Year. But if I give it to you, you will give it to the White Widow and waste it! So I don't divide it."

"Your Aunt Bai didn't mess with you, why do you have such a big problem with her?"

He Yuzhu thought to himself: Is it possible to have a small opinion? In her previous life, the white widow had seduced her father.

Just hook him up and leave. When He Daqing becomes worthless, he will be kicked again.

In the end, I still took over.

Why?