Siheyuan, my new life

In the fitter's workshop, Yi Zhonghai worked on the workpiece with an expressionless face. Today, he experienced the fickleness of human nature and the indifference of the world. The middle and senior technicians who usually treated him as a brother were avoiding him today. He seemed like a scourge. No one paid any attention to him. Even the temporary workers who usually called him Master Yi and tried every means to get him to be their apprentices avoided him with contempt.

Yi Zhonghai put down the processed workpiece in his hand, walked out of the workshop with an indifferent expression, and walked towards the corner where he usually smoked and rested.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai coming from afar, the four or five workers who were originally smoking and chatting here stood up at the same time and quickly dispersed as if avoiding the plague. A middle-aged man in his forties deliberately spat at Yi Zhonghai when he passed by him. Yi Zhonghai had a good relationship with this middle-aged man before. He used to be Jia Fugui's apprentice and is now a seventh-level technician.

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth and walked towards the rest area intently. He now realized that as his affair with Jia Zhang was exposed, the senior technicians in the fitter workshop who were friends with Jia Fugui began to gang up on him.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help cursing in his heart. These guys were just meddling in other people's business. What did his and Jia Zhang's affairs have to do with them? Besides, Old Jia had been dead for so many years. As the saying goes, when a person is gone, the tea is cold. When Old Jia's family was facing extinction after his death, where were these guys? If he hadn't organized the young and strong men in the No. 95 courtyard to help, judging from the posture of Old Jia's uncles and cousins, Jia Zhang's mother and son would definitely be sucked dry by them and squeezed dry to the last drop of oil.

Yi Zhonghai sat down on a rock, took out a Daqianmen cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, frowned and began to think secretly.

From everything that happened in the fitter workshop this morning, Yi Zhonghai once again deeply realized the importance of reputation. He used to be a respected quasi-senior fitter and a moral model, so whether in the No. 95 courtyard or in the fitter workshop of the steel rolling mill, many people would greet him warmly and with a smile when they saw him. But now he has been framed by villains, his reputation has been ruined, and he has almost become a rat crossing the street.

In Yi Zhonghai's mind, if a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. In order to build an ideal retirement home for himself, it is only natural for Yi Zhonghai to ask others to make efforts and sacrifices.

As for what happened last night, Yi Zhonghai blamed it all on He Daqing, Yan Bugui, the deaf old lady and even everyone in the courtyard.

If Yan Bugui had not done stupid things one after another, He Daqing would not have fought back. What made Yi Zhonghai hate Yan Bugui even more was that this guy turned out to be the son of the big reactionary capitalist Yan Wenzhai. If he knew his true identity, the gold hidden under Yan Bugui's bed would have been in his pocket long ago.

The person Yi Zhonghai hated the most was He Daqing. Yan Bugui plotted against you, He Daqing, so why don't you just settle the score with him? I was just trying to mediate and suppress He Daqing's arrogance to maintain the authority of the manager. He Daqing, did you have to completely tear your face apart and expose the agreement between you and the deaf old lady?

As for the deaf old lady, she deserves to die too. Even if I had some intention of using her, why couldn't you, a dead old woman with the dirt almost buried up to your neck, just cooperate honestly according to my intentions?

Yi Zhonghai's heart is now filled with resentment. He hates Yan Bugui, He Daqing, the deaf old lady, and those fence-sitters in the courtyard of No. 95.

Even deep in Yi Zhonghai's heart, he hated one person, that is Director Lin who lived in the west wing of the No. 95 courtyard. If that guy hadn't moved into the west wing, how could that idiot Liu Haizhong have smashed the gate? If it wasn't for Director Lin's face, how could Deputy Factory Director Li Huaide have given He Daqing's son a regular worker quota? If it wasn't for the regular worker quota, how could Yan Bugui repeatedly approach He Daqing? Even if it wasn't for Director Lin, how could Yan Bugui's true identity, which had been hidden for many years, be exposed?

However, Yi Zhonghai was also aware of the gap between himself and the powerful Director Lin. It was almost like hitting a stone with an egg to deal with him. However, Yi Zhonghai buried this hatred deep in his heart. Perhaps one day when he became successful, he would not let that guy go.

He quickly finished a cigarette and lit up another one. He was trying hard to think about what to do next.

Now he is deserted and condemned by everyone in the fitter workshop and even in the entire Red Star Steel Mill. Just now he thought about leaving the Red Star Steel Mill and looking for another way out, but after thinking about it carefully he gave up the idea. Firstly, it is very difficult to find a job with high salary and benefits like the one in the steel mill. Secondly, his file is in the Red Star Steel Mill. If he wants to go to other units, he must go through a lot of procedures. Now that this has happened to him, it may be difficult to find a unit that can accept him.

After much thought, Yi Zhonghai decided that he should continue to work at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. As long as he worked hard and endured a few years honestly, he could also work hard to study the technology. When people had forgotten about all these things, he could make a comeback and make a big splash. By then, if he was promoted to an eighth-level fitter, who would dare to slander and isolate him?

But thinking about his current situation in the fitter workshop, Yi Zhonghai felt a headache. There was no temporary worker willing to help him, so a large part of his time would be wasted on trivial matters such as picking up workpieces and cleaning up sundries. The remaining time was barely enough for him to complete his daily tasks. Where would he find the time to study technology?

A person suddenly popped up in Yi Zhonghai's mind. Oh, and there was also the traitor Jia Dongxu. As long as he gave him some technical advice and promised to take care of him in his old age, he would definitely take the bait. Didn't that guy pretend to be a filial son and grandson in order to get his property? Now that he had his promise, that guy would definitely obey. Now Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but secretly feel that he was smart to give Jia Dongxu 20 kilograms of corn flour this morning.

Thinking of this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then he thought of another culprit, He Daqing. Although he didn't have the ability to deal with the powerful Lin Yu now, it would be easy for him to deal with He Daqing.

Of course, Yi Zhonghai would not be so foolish as to deal with He Daqing on his own. Doesn’t he have the White Widow as a ready-made tool?

When he thought of the White Widow, Yi Zhonghai's heart was filled with warmth. Recalling her fair skin, graceful figure and the wonderful taste that left an endless aftertaste, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt full of energy. He threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up and walked towards the fitter's workshop.