Siheyuan, my new life

Yi Zhonghai was in an extremely complicated mood today. Last night, while his wife was out to the bathroom, he counted out six hundred yuan from where he hid his money and secretly hid it in the big lunch box he carried every day.

After last night's meeting of the whole institute, Yi Zhonghai finally figured it out. His reputation is now ruined. No matter how much he tries to dodge, he cannot avoid other people's talk. Moreover, the more he dodges, the more attention they will pay. It is better to grit his teeth and face it head-on. It will probably not be long before those people have other topics to talk about and will no longer be interested in talking about him.

So today, Yi Zhonghai walked to the steel rolling mill with his lunch box and his head held high as he did in the past. His "good disciple" Jia Dongxu followed him respectfully, regardless of other people's strange looks. He had just explained to Yi Zhonghai the reason why he did not send Jia Zhang to the countryside. Yi Zhonghai did not care too much about it, but secretly sighed in his heart that he had bad luck. As for the 20 kilograms of corn flour, he did not even mention it.

After arriving at the factory, Yi Zhonghai used the excuse of going to the toilet and found an opportunity to wrap the 600 yuan in his lunch box in a handkerchief and stuffed it into his waistband.

Facing the strange looks from the workers in the workshop, Yi Zhonghai started his work. Today, Jia Dongxu took the initiative to help him pull the workpiece from the warehouse, which saved him a lot of time. In order to continue using this free labor in the future, Yi Zhonghai walked to Jia Dongxu's workstation after finishing his work at hand, taught him some benchwork techniques, and helped Jia Dongxu process several parts. Now Yi Zhonghai has no intention of continuing to conceal his technology, and tries to teach Jia Dongxu some useful techniques, which can be regarded as killing two birds with one stone.

Jia Dongxu has learned some real skills, and it is estimated that he will have no problem passing the third-level fitter assessment at the end of the year. In this way, not only will Jia Dongxu be able to get a salary of 45.2 yuan, but the Jia family will also no longer have to cry poor and borrow money and grain from him; secondly, he can continue to paralyze Jia Dongxu, the traitor, and make him willingly help him. Anyway, he has planned to send this traitor to see his father, Lao Jia, when he has the chance in the future; thirdly, he can shut other people up and prevent people from talking behind his back about him not teaching his apprentice real skills.

Yi Zhonghai also knew that he had no chance to take part in the year-end benchwork assessment this time, so he just settled down to practice his skills and wait for a chance to make a splash in the future. However, Yi Zhonghai would never let He Daqing, who ruined his reputation, go. He would give the money to the White Widow tonight, and then he would see how He Daqing would get away.

At noon, Yi Zhonghai went to the third canteen to eat with Jia Dongxu as usual. He ignored the pointing and talking of the people around him. But when he went to the window where Bai Guafu got her food, he secretly pointed to his bulging waist, indicating to the other party that he had prepared the cash. Bai Guafu also nodded slightly, understanding what he meant.

While eating in a corner of the cafeteria, Yi Zhonghai vaguely heard someone whispering, and the person mentioned was the powerful Director Lin.

Yi Zhonghai concentrated his attention and listened for a while, but unfortunately he couldn't hear clearly. He knew that he must be disliked by others, so he whispered a few words to Jia Dongxu who was sitting next to him and eating. Although Jia Dongxu was very dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai's behavior of delaying his meal, in order not to make the other party angry, he still obediently took his lunch box and moved to the side of the workers who were whispering, slurping the food while eavesdropping on their conversation.

It was not until the workers finished their lunch and got up to leave that Jia Dongxu excitedly returned to Yi Zhonghai with his empty lunch boxes.

Yi Zhonghai, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, suppressed his dissatisfaction, took out an economic cigarette and handed it to the other party, and asked in a low voice: "What are you so happy about?"

Jia Dongxu took the cigarette, lit it, took a deep puff, and then smiled and whispered, "Master, I just heard from them that Director Lin from the Security Department of our steel mill vomited blood and was unconscious this morning and was sent to the hospital."

Yi Zhonghai asked doubtfully: "How is this possible? Director Lin is said to be less than 30 years old and looks strong, so how could he vomit blood and fall into a coma?"

Jia Dongxu took another puff of his cigarette and said with a smile: "Master, I heard from them that this news is absolutely reliable. It came from the factory office building. It is said that the leader of the Security Department has issued an order, strictly prohibiting anyone from discussing this matter."

Yi Zhonghai could not help but feel overjoyed. If He Daqing was the culprit who ruined his reputation, then Director Lin was the root of all this. If he had not suddenly moved into the west wing of the No. 95 courtyard and deliberately barbecued in the yard, how could Liu Haizhong bring people to smash and cause trouble? If he had not arrested Lou Bancheng, how could he have lost the opportunity to rely on Lou Bancheng? If it were not for his face, how could Deputy Director Li give He Daqing a quota for formal work? How could Yan Bugui be jealous and deliberately force He Daqing to arrange a job for his son? If the guy surnamed Lin had not moved into the west wing, how could the higher-ups re-investigate the identity information of nearby residents? How could Yan Bugui expose his true identity? How could he be ruined by the agreement signed by He Daqing with the deaf old lady?

Now hearing the news that Director Lin had vomited blood and was unconscious, Yi Zhonghai suppressed the joy in his heart, took out half a box of economic cigarettes from his pocket, and put it directly on Jia Dongxu's hand, then picked up the lunch box, put his hands behind his back, and strolled out of the cafeteria.

Jia Dongxu watched Yi Zhonghai walk out of the third canteen, then he spat on the ground and cursed Yi Zhonghai in his heart. He clearly saw him smoking Daqianmen cigarettes this morning, but he just gave himself economic cigarettes that cost more than ten cents a box. If it was not for the purpose of learning more locksmith skills from Yi Zhonghai, and for the purpose of getting the property and house accumulated by Yi Zhonghai in the future, how could he pretend to be a filial son and grandson in front of him?

Yesterday, Jia Dongxu took a leave and planned to send his mother Jia Zhang back to the countryside, but was stopped by the staff of the street office. After arriving at the fitter workshop of the steel rolling mill this morning, Jia Dongxu also noticed the strange looks from his co-workers. When he went out to smoke and take a break, he heard a lot of news from several workers with whom he had a good relationship. He also knew that Yi Zhonghai had become a person that everyone in the fitter workshop avoided.

After thinking it over and over again, Jia Dongxu decided to continue acting with Yi Zhonghai. Now Yi Zhonghai has become a pile of stinky dog ​​shit that no one cares about. At this time, if he continues to stay by his side as always, it will definitely help him in times of need. This will also allow him to completely gain the trust of Yi Zhonghai and his wife. What does it matter if he puts in a little effort now to achieve his ultimate goal?