Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Han Qiao has lived in Beijing for quite some time, but his life has never been satisfactory, at least that's what he thinks.

He imagined that life in the city, although not a thousand times better than life in the countryside, was at least much better. But he did not expect that life would be worse than before.

In the past, in the countryside, before the famine, the family's livelihood was taken care of by the cheap stepfather. He didn't have to do much work at all. He just wandered around the village every day, and went to the city when he had money.

When he arrived in Beijing, he saw that Zhang Xiuzhi was doing so well and had such an awesome brother-in-law, so he thought his life would be great, right?

The result was good. I had offended Zhang Xiuzhi too much in the past, and good days have not come since then.

Fortunately, there was Yi Zhonghai to take care of him, otherwise he would have been homeless. Later, he got a job and was almost exhausted to death. He finally eased the relationship with Zhang Xiuzhi and went to work in the garment factory. He thought that good days were coming, right?

However, I still didn't succeed. For nearly two years, I was working in the hardest and most tiring workshop, doing laundry and dyeing, removing wool, and also unloading goods.

Now the opportunity has come. Han Qiaosheng feels that Zhang Xiuzhi's attitude towards him is slowly changing, and her dead brother-in-law just passed away, so she must use him. The Zeng family still has two boys in school, and he is a relative after all. Isn't it better for him to help keep up appearances than relying on outsiders?

"Come in and talk!" Zhang Xiuzhi nodded and opened the door of her residence to Han Qiaosheng for the first time.

Han Qiaosheng saw it and knew it was a good idea.

He walked into the house happily, glanced around the room, and took a breath of cool air. Wow, this is where people live. Compared to this, Yi Zhonghai's house is a doghouse, and the place where I live is even worse than a doghouse.

This is where Yi Zhonghai's cleverness comes in. He adopted Han Qiaosheng as his godson, preparing to have him as a backup for his old age. But later, after seeing Han Qiaosheng's true colors, he gave up on the idea and focused entirely on Sha Zhu.

However, Yi Zhonghai couldn't kick Han Qiaosheng out. Firstly, Yi Zhonghai had to manage his own image, and doing such a thing would mean the collapse of his image. Secondly, Han Qiaosheng was Zhang Xiuzhi's younger brother, and Yi Zhonghai felt that this relationship would come in handy one day.

Therefore, Yi Zhonghai asked Han Qiaosheng to build a simple bed board in a corner of the outer room to spend the night, set it up when sleeping and put it away during the day, just like the homeless people living under the bridge.

Even for this, Han Qiaosheng still had to pay.

Sitting on the sofa, Han Qiaosheng was almost in tears of envy, thinking that every chair here was better than his bed, which could freeze people to death in winter.

"Sister, don't be too sad." Feeling the softness of the sofa, Han Qiaosheng put away his thoughts and said, "Brother-in-law would not want you to be unhappy, right?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Xiuzhi nodded slightly, but still didn't say anything else.

"Sister, my brother-in-law is gone, so..." Han Qiaosheng observed Zhang Xiuzhi's expression and asked tentatively, "How are you going to get along with the Zeng family in the future? Did your uncle and aunt say anything? For example, asking you to move out?"

"No!" Zhang Xiuzhi looked up, "What do you want to say?"

"Sister, I don't mean anything else!" Han Qiaosheng continued, "We are a family, we are siblings. What I mean is that you have to be more careful. Your uncle is a good person, but your brother-in-law is gone after all. You understand what I mean..."

clear!

Totally understand!

You are just like your mother, always doing shady things like this.

If you weren't useful now, I could beat you to death...

Han Qiaosheng's words brought back bad memories for Zhang Xiuzhi, but she suppressed them.

She always kept in mind Zeng Wangcai's words, that someone would definitely come looking for Han Qiaosheng, and that person would not be a good person, so she must keep Han Qiaosheng, but the relationship could not be too close.

Later it turned out to be true. Zhang Xiuzhi discovered that there was a group of people secretly watching Han Qiaosheng. After watching for a while, they withdrew without making any contact with Han Qiaosheng.

Zhang Xiuzhi thought the matter was over, but not long after, Han Qiaosheng began to change. He would sneak out to restaurants and eat delicious food, and he would do so quite frequently, basically once a week.

This is not right. With such a small salary, Han Qiaosheng still has to pay Yi Zhonghai to go to a restaurant once a week? Impossible. It's good enough to go twice a year.

Zhang Xiuzhi knew that what Zeng Wangcai said was going to happen, so she kept an eye on Han Qiaosheng while making other preparations.

Until something happened to Zeng Wangcai!

"Just say what you want to say!"

"Sister, why don't you understand?" Han Qiaosheng was a little anxious. "What I mean is that we should get closer. You see, I work in the garment factory, doing unskilled work every day. I might be fired one day. Wouldn't that mean you would lose a helper?"

Ha ha!

Zhang Xiuzhi sneered inwardly and understood Han Qiaosheng’s current demands.

It just so happened that this was also a good opportunity to test her. She nodded again: "It's not that I won't help you. If you, a person who knows nothing, go to a garment factory to take up an important position, I will be unhappy. There will be gossip below. But you have been working at the grassroots level in the workshop for so long. Tomorrow I will talk to my uncle and let you be a team leader and go to... the spinning workshop;

"If you are familiar with each workshop, you will be of great use. I warn you, there are many female workers in the garment factory. If you have promiscuous relationships with men and women, even gods can't save you. You must honestly understand each production link of the garment factory. When the time comes to promote you, no one can say anything. Do you understand?"

"I understand...I understand!" Han Qiaosheng was delighted. "Sister, don't worry, I promise to do a good job."

"Okay, go ahead!"

"Hey, sister, you should get some rest early!"

Han Qiaosheng came out, quickly calmed down, and began to struggle with his conscience.

That's right, he was targeted by Jiang Hua, but he was lazy and couldn't resist the temptation of money and fell into depravity.

Jiang Hua has been looking for Han Qiaosheng, but the city is so big and there is only one name, how can he find him?

After searching for a while, Jiang Hua eliminated two people with obvious duplicate names and finally found Han Qiaosheng.

At first Jiang Hua thought that Han Qiaosheng was not the person her superiors were looking for, but later she found out that Han Qiaosheng worked in a garment factory, and the newly produced Dacron in the garment factory was of great value.

Don't underestimate the garment factory as an enterprise. Its technical department and other key areas are confidential, and the spinning of polyester fiber into fabrics is a world-leading technology.

This is also an important reason why the garment factory has grown and developed in a short period of time.

Han Qiaosheng now has the task of obtaining the technology. He did not expect that he would be promoted in the garment factory, so he was conflicted about which side to side with.

After returning to Yi Zhonghai's house, Han Qiaosheng habitually bent slightly to say hello, but then he thought that he would soon be a cadre and might be allocated a house, so he would need to bend down here again.

Thinking of this, Han Qiaosheng immediately straightened up: "Godfather, I want to be an official..."

At this moment he thought it through. He had to have one of the two, money and power. It would be best if he could have both.

......

Colorful neon lights, various signs, and tall buildings.

Zeng Wangcai leaned against a pillar with his arms folded, allowing Xiaobao and the others to feel the prosperity of the first ring.

At the same time, he was thinking, where did people make their first pot of gold in Victoria Harbour in the 1960s?