Siheyuan, my new life

Lin Yu smiled and withdrew his spiritual sense. He was not surprised by Jia Zhang's behavior. The reason why she could do whatever she wanted in Courtyard No. 95 was entirely because she had the favoritism and protection of Yi Zhonghai, the manager. Now that she has lost all these, Jia Zhang will probably have to be honest for a while. However, it is said that it is difficult to change one's nature. The bad habits that Jia Zhang has developed over the years will probably be difficult to completely eradicate.

This afternoon, it was discovered that the equipment in the laboratory of the training base was damaged. Although Lin Yu did not say a word, he was still unhappy. He had heard and witnessed too many ugly phenomena in his later years. He thought that in this passionate age, he would no longer encounter those despicable things. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. Just the concentrated liquid of Guben Peiyuan Decoction was enough to teach Lin Yu a good lesson.

Lin Yu was in a complicated mood now, so he had no intention of returning to the paradise to continue his cultivation. He simply took out tea sets and books from the storage ring, a cup of spiritual tea, and a travelogue written by Master Qinglian. Lin Yu leaned back in the official hat chair, reading while sipping the spiritual tea from time to time. Only the occasional imperceptible sound of turning pages could be heard in the study in the main house.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was a burst of noise coming from the courtyard next door, waking Lin Yu up from this rare peace and quiet.

Looking out the window, he found that it was already dark outside. Lin Yu glanced at his watch and it was almost half past seven.

The spiritual consciousness penetrated the body and immediately covered the entire courtyard No. 95.

It was still the familiar scene in the Central Courtyard. The residents of Courtyard No. 95 who had received the notice had gathered here. The three familiar stewards were no longer sitting by the old round table. Instead, a middle-aged woman in her forties with short hair and a gray Lenin suit that had been washed to a pale color was sitting there with a serious expression.

Behind the middle-aged woman, on the left and right were two young men in their twenties, who were looking solemnly at the residents standing in the courtyard.

The young man on the left leaned over and whispered something in the middle-aged woman's ear. After the middle-aged woman nodded, he immediately stood up and said loudly: "Be quiet, everyone, be quiet. All residents of the Siheyuan at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, please check who is not here yet. All residents must attend today's meeting."

Then someone below heard someone shouting, "Yi Zhonghai and his wife, as well as Yan Bugui's family, haven't arrived yet."

The young man couldn't help but frowned after hearing this and said loudly: "Please help call them, don't waste everyone's time."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the door of Yi Zhonghai's house was opened from the inside. In full view of everyone, Yi Zhonghai and his wife walked out of the house with gloomy faces and stood there quietly without saying a word.

After a while, Yan Bugui's wife Yang Ruihua, with a pale face, walked into the central courtyard with several children. They followed the passage spontaneously made way for by the crowd and came to the open space five or six meters away from the Eight Immortals Table.

The young man glanced at Yi Zhonghai, who was still standing at the door, and said loudly: "Yi Zhonghai, you also stand in the middle."

Under everyone's gaze, Yi Zhonghai walked to a position less than two meters away from Yang Ruihua with a gloomy face. At this moment, Yi Zhonghai kept roaring and raging in his heart. In the past, as the steward of the No. 95 courtyard, he sat in the middle of the eight-immortal table every time he convened a general meeting of the courtyard, and handled the big and small matters of the courtyard freely. Now he stood here like a prisoner, enduring the pointing and pointing of the idiots behind him. The huge gap between the two almost made Yi Zhonghai crazy. Unfortunately, he was no longer the high-ranking steward in the past, but a criminal waiting for the disposal of the leaders of the street office. At this moment, Yi Zhonghai hated He Daqing who was sitting at the door of his house with a smile on his face, and hated the deaf old lady sitting next to him with He Yushui in her arms.

The young man saw that everyone was present, so he said loudly: "Residents of No. 95 Courtyard, now welcome Comrade Wang Chunxia, ​​Director of Jiaodaokou Sub-district Office, to speak."

There was immediate warm applause from the audience. The middle-aged woman slowly stood up and pressed her hands down. Soon the applause stopped.

Director Wang said solemnly: "Hello, residents of No. 95 Siheyuan. I am Wang Chunxia, ​​director of Jiaodaokou Sub-district Office. Today is the first time I meet you all. In the future, you can come to the Sub-district Office to find me and the staff of the office if you have any questions. Now the meeting officially begins. First of all, on behalf of the Sub-district Office, I announce that all residents of No. 95 Siheyuan have voted in accordance with the election regulations for stewards, and more than half of them have decided to remove Yi Zhonghai from the position of steward No. 1, remove Yan Bugui from the position of steward No. 3, and remove Liu Haizhong from the position of steward No. 2."

After hearing Director Wang's words, most of the residents at the scene immediately applauded loudly. Although last night at He Daqing's suggestion, everyone voted by raising their hands to remove Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui from their positions as managers, it had not yet been approved by the street office. Now that they heard Director Wang officially announce the result, everyone was completely relieved.

Director Wang felt very complicated when she saw the excited expressions of most residents in the No. 95 courtyard in front of her. Yesterday, she received a notice from the district committee to transfer her to the Jiaodaokou Street Office as director. Although it has been advocated that women can hold up half the sky, it is still rare for a woman to be the top leader. After accepting the organizational talk, Wang Chunxia realized that she might have received a hot potato. Previously, almost half of the Jiaodaokou Street Office, from the director to the ordinary clerks below, had been found to have many problems. Those with serious circumstances had been arrested and imprisoned, and the others were expelled or punished.

Wang Chunxia had just taken office this morning and had not yet convened a meeting of all office staff when she received a report that the No. 95 courtyard house in Nanluoguxiang had spontaneously dismissed the manager last night. After learning the details, even Wang Chunxia, ​​who had worked at the grassroots level for many years and had a full understanding of the intrigues in various courtyards, was stunned by the various strange things in the No. 95 courtyard house.

This so-called "advanced courtyard house" selected by the street office last year is simply challenging my own cognition.

The second uncle in charge brought people to smash the gate of the courtyard of the former deputy secretary and deputy director of the Dongcheng District Branch and the director of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill for no reason; the third uncle in charge concealed the fact that he was the son of the reactionary capitalist Yan Wenzhai, and blocked the gate of the courtyard every day, shamelessly taking advantage of the residents. He was jealous that He Daqing, the deputy director of the steel rolling mill canteen, arranged a job for his son, but under the banner of taking care of the neighbors, he openly forced He Daqing to solve the job problem for his son who was still in junior high school and more than a dozen unemployed young people in the courtyard; the first uncle in charge, Yi Zhonghai, was an outright hypocrite. He spent the whole day in the courtyard under the banner of "respecting the elderly and loving the young, uniting the neighbors, and helping each other". He deliberately favored and indulged his apprentice's mother to act like a rogue, steal, and make unreasonable demands in the courtyard. There was also a scandal about him having an affair with Jia Zhang in private. What was particularly despicable was that he deceived the world and stole fame under the name of taking care of the deaf old lady in the backyard.