Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Yi Zhonghai, who was holding a tool in his hand, dropped the tool to the ground with a bang when he heard the beginning of the broadcast.

Is there something wrong with my lifestyle?

After being shocked, Yi Zhonghai was very angry. He knew that Zeng Wangcai came to the factory to file a complaint. He never thought about others. He just didn't understand how Zeng Wangcai managed to get the factory to issue a notice so quickly, and on New Year's Eve.

Could it be the big leader that Zeng Wangcai knows?

But didn’t Old Yan say that they were just fishing buddies, and no one knew what the big boss was in charge of, so how could he have extended his hand to the factory?

The broadcast continued, and the following content made Yi Zhonghai confirm that it was Zeng Wangcai who was behind it, because his broadcast content actually contained some details, such as who the target was, the time and place, etc.

This is outrageous. The factory broadcast can say such things. Is this going to let people live...

"Master Yi, hey, you still look as good as ever..." A worker from a workshop came over and said to Yi Zhonghai, whose face was dark, "Get out quickly, the director wants to see you."

The power of notification has come. Before, people in the workshop called him "you", but now it becomes "you" directly.

Yi Zhonghai walked out without saying a word. Behind him, the workers in the workshop gathered together:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I can't tell. He usually looks honest and doesn't talk much, but he plays quite a lot."

"If you were paid as a level 8 fitter, you would spend money. He only gets 99 yuan a month, and we are just a couple. He has the ability to spend money."

"No, it's impossible. If the salary is downgraded by two levels, 27 yuan a month will be gone. Lao Yi is really upset. With this money, why would he marry an old lady? There are so many young girls..."

"You don't understand this. Some people just like this."

"Hey, hey, I remember now. Jia Dongxu from our workshop, his mother is a widow, and she also lives across from Yi Zhonghai. Do you think Yi Zhonghai's mistress is Jia Dongxu's mother?"

"I think so. The notice clearly states it. No wonder Yi Zhonghai treats Jia Dongxu so well."

"I have an idea. I think Jia Dongxu might not have the last name Jia..."

In the corner of the workshop, Jia Dongxu's face turned pale with anger when he heard his coworkers talking like this.

He also guessed that it was Zeng Wangcai's doing, because Yi Zhonghai told him when he came back that Zeng Wangcai and Zhang Xiuzhi had come to the factory.

However, compared to these, Jia Dongxu hated Zeng Wangcai more because he reduced Yi Zhonghai's salary. To him, it was not Yi Zhonghai's salary that was reduced, but his living expenses...

In a corner outside a workshop, the director called Yi Zhonghai aside and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your lifestyle issues have become so serious. Have you offended anyone?"

"I..." Yi Zhonghai opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

As an eighth-level fitter in a workshop, Yi Zhonghai has always been popular with the director because his skills are there.

The workshop director would not have dealt with Yi Zhonghai if it wasn't absolutely necessary. That's why the director said it caused such a big fuss.

Work style problems can be big or small. Big ones are like what it is now, and small ones are when the people don’t report them and the officials don’t investigate.

"Director, this is the little bastard Zeng Wangcai from our hospital who wronged me." Yi Zhonghai said with a dark face, "You don't know yet, I just felt sorry for Jia Dongxu's family next door, so I wanted to help them and sent them some food and drinks. But Zeng Wangcai saw it, and he said that there was something wrong with my work style."

"Old Yi, I believe that you are useless." The director sighed, "Now the factory's handling opinions have come out. Reduce your salary by two levels. Go to the cleaning team and report to sweep toilets for two months. You can offend anyone else, but Zeng Wangcai. Our factory director has to give him face..."

The director knows a little more than Yi Zhonghai, especially when it comes to working relationships.

After hearing about Zeng Wangcai's influence on the steel rolling mill, Yi Zhonghai cursed Yan Bugui's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Honestly speaking, he regretted it now, regretting that he shouldn't have dealt with Zeng Wangcai, but it was too late now, regret was useless, he could only go down the same path until the end.

"Old Yi, the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it!" the director advised, "If you really offended Zeng Wangcai, I advise you to lower your head. Two levels of salary is not a small amount. Let's not talk about that. After sweeping toilets for two months, can you really come back?"

Yi Zhonghai was unwilling to accept a pay cut, but he was not afraid. The same went for cleaning toilets, but he was really afraid that he would spend his whole life in the cleaning team and never be able to come back.

"Director, this is impossible." Yi Zhonghai said in panic, "You know my skills well. If I go to clean the toilet, what will happen to the workshop? What will happen to the factory?"

"Hey, although there are not many level 8 fitters, there are still some in the factory. I just want you. Will the factory director think like you? Listen to me and keep your head down."

"I......"

Regardless of whether he bows his head or not, one thing is certain: Yi Zhonghai is finished now.

He was wearing work clothes and walking dejectedly in the factory. On the way to the canteen, countless people pointed at him, which he could tolerate. What he could not tolerate was that after arriving at the canteen, Liu Haizhong actually hid himself.

This meal is inedible!

Standing in the cafeteria, Yi Zhonghai looked around. No one greeted him. Even Liu Haizhong was hiding from him, so one could imagine what happened to the others.

There was no way to eat, so Yi Zhonghai wanted to go back to the workshop and talk to the director again to see if he could get some help from the upper echelons of the factory. If that didn't work, giving him a gift would be fine.

He couldn't bow to Zeng Wangcai as the director suggested, and he felt that even if he did, Zeng Wangcai might not accept it.

What's more, although things have come to this point, he still has certain gains, that is, Jia Dongxu is definitely his son, and his retirement is guaranteed. If he bows his head, Jia Dongxu will definitely leave.

As I walked, I came to the bulletin board and saw that it was surrounded by people.

Yi Zhonghai was about to stop and take a look, but he found that a few of the workers who were looking at the bulletin board noticed him, and then they covered their mouths and laughed, looking at themselves and then at the bulletin board.

He suddenly realized that in addition to the broadcast notification, there was also a notification from this side.

Looking at the bulletin board from a distance, he saw familiar fonts. He recognized Zeng Wangcai's handwriting. The couplet on the door of Zeng's house was written by Zeng Wangcai.

I lost, I was completely defeated, I lost my status as an uncle, my salary as an eighth-level fitter, and my job...

Looking back, Yi Zhonghai realized that the price... was too high.

Nanluoguxiang.

God gave us good weather on New Year’s Eve, and the rare winter sun shone on the pedestrians on the road.

The streets and alleys are still bustling with people coming home from get off work, all in high spirits. Many of them are carrying net bags in their hands, adding some brilliance to tonight's New Year's Eve dinner.

Yu Haitang walked into Nanluoguxiang amid the sound of firecrackers. She went back home in the afternoon and brought her sister Yu Li here with her.

Yu Li, who had not yet been assimilated into Yan Bugui's scheme, thought that going to her future father-in-law's house to inquire about things and have a meal was not very polite, so she deliberately brought some gifts and did not go empty-handed.

Arriving at the courtyard, Yu Haitang glanced at the Zeng family's closed door, and then entered the Yan family opposite.

"Uncle, do you know where Zeng Wangcai went? You all misjudged him. Zeng Wangcai is very powerful. He defeated Yi Zhonghai from your hospital all by himself..."