Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

The snowflakes were small and the north wind was blowing gently. Although it was not cold, when He Yuzhu and his wife arrived at the guesthouse of the Institute of Technology, there were still a lot of snow crystals on their bodies.

After getting off the car, He Yuzhu asked the driver to wait downstairs while he helped Zhu Lin up to the second floor. As soon as they stepped out of the stairs, they heard someone say, "Where did this drunkard come from? He beat his wife so early in the morning. He is really a bad person!"

Another person replied: "It's hard to say, he must be from another place, there is no such person in our area!"

"That's right. We don't hit women. It's too cheap!"

……

He Yuzhu and his wife looked at each other. From what they said, they were probably talking about their cousin's family. Zhang Baosheng looked quite honest. It didn't seem like he was a drunkard. He was very reserved during the welcoming party that day.

"Let's go and take a look!" He Yuzhu patted the back of Zhu Lin's hand, signaling her not to worry.

Soon they arrived at the door of Room 207. The door was open. They saw Zhang Baosheng kneeling at the head of the bed. He seemed to be asleep and snoring loudly. He Yuzhu frowned when he saw him!

This is too unpresentable, not even for a cultured person!

Then, another strong smell of alcohol came. Not to mention Zhu Lin, even He Yuzhu felt uncomfortable. No, it should be said that he felt sick. He also drank alcohol, but there are different ways to drink. People who know how to drink often swallow it all in one gulp with their tongue, while others will sip it in their mouths for a while and then swallow it, so their mouths are full of the smell of alcohol. If the mouth is not clean, the smell will be even worse, just like a泔水桶, so disgusting!

This is the smell in Zhang Baosheng's room now. Zhu Lin has retreated to a distance because she really can't stand it anymore. She almost vomited several times. He Yuzhu felt really distressed.

"Let me take you home first. Auntie and Xiaohua are not here. I guess they went to their parents' place!"

Zhu Lin tried to suppress her nausea and said, "I'm fine. You go in and see your cousin first. Don't catch a cold again!"

He Yuzhu couldn't do anything to her, so he turned around and went into the house.

"Uncle, uncle~"

Under He Yuzhu's constant shouting, Zhang Baosheng slowly woke up. Seeing that it was his cousin, he grinned and said, "Yuzhu is here!"

Drink this, it tastes so damn intoxicating.

He Yuzhu held his breath and lifted Zhang Baosheng up, then helped him to the bed. "Uncle, I'm not saying this to you as a junior, but drinking so early in the morning is not good. Not only is it bad for your health, but you forgot that there are children at home!"

Perhaps because there were outsiders around, Zhang Baosheng tried to stay calm, but when He Yuzhu mentioned the child, his defense broke down again. He closed his eyes, pouted, and started to feel wronged again.

"Yuzhu, you, you don't know, I, I was cheated by someone!" After saying that, Zhang Baosheng started tearing his hair.

He Yuzhu was stunned. He had only been here for a few days, but he had already been cheated. Was it a trap?

"What happened that made you so unhappy?" He Yuzhu already understood that his cousin was drinking to vent his hatred!

"I, I, the bureau..."

Zhang Baosheng cried and wailed as he recounted what had happened. It turned out that he was in charge of publicity work at the Zhonghai Cultural Bureau. He held the title of director and had real power. It could be said that all aspects of the cultural work of the entire Zhonghai city had to be handled by him.

As soon as the ten years came to an end, many cultural figures from all over the country came to Zhonghai for "guidance and study". The reception work naturally fell on Zhang Baosheng. Who made him responsible for this? To be honest, the reception work is very simple, it is nothing more than eating, drinking and having fun. What's more, it is in the cultural field, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is high-sounding.

So Zhang Baosheng took a mess of people on visits everywhere every day, and held one on-site meeting after another. His job was to engage in cultural work, so he could talk vividly. In addition, the people who came included leaders from all levels. After a long time, he inevitably became a little inflated. Why can I only be an office director? Why can't I be the director?

I have the academic qualifications and good grades, so why don’t you promote me?

With this in mind, Zhang Baosheng could no longer hold back. He wanted to take this opportunity to promote himself and increase his exposure so that the people above would pay attention to him. It was a waste of his talent for him, Zhang Baosheng, to be an office director.

Sure enough, after some operations, Zhang Baosheng's name began to appear frequently in Zhonghai's newspapers. He was called a cultural pioneer, a literary giant, the spiritual food of the 1970s... For a time, Zhang Baosheng was known to everyone in Zhonghai, and finally he was featured in news documentaries. He was as glorious as he could be.

Zhang Baosheng was proud, but his colleagues all had gloomy faces. Damn it, it seemed as if all the achievements belonged to him, Zhang Baosheng alone, and had nothing to do with us. It was so shameless.

So many people were unwilling to accept this and went to complain to their leaders. Some were bullied, but they were not afraid, because those who were barefoot were not afraid of those who were wearing shoes. Now that Zhang Baosheng had fallen out with everyone, what else was there to be afraid of?

Zhang Baosheng angered everyone and everyone disliked him!

Of course, he himself couldn't feel it, because the authorities were obsessed with it. Zhang Baosheng was already dazzled by all kinds of fictitious honors, and he was so overwhelmed by the bullshit that he started to jump up and down.

Finally one day, the higher authorities sent a message saying that Zhang Baosheng had "outstanding work and excellent achievements", so the ministry decided to transfer him to Kyoto. Although there was no clear position, Zhang Baosheng felt that his goal had been achieved, because he no longer had to stay in Zhonghai, a small place. Kyoto was his stage, where he could display greater ambitions...

But just yesterday, when Zhang Baosheng reported to the ministry, the reply he received was that he was asked to work in the Materials Editing Department of the Historical Archives, which was under the Institute of History, which was under the Cultural Bureau, which was under the Ministry of Culture. It was too sudden, especially with the long list of subordinates. Zhang Baosheng was stunned. What level of unit is this?

He returned to the guesthouse with tears in his eyes. Seeing his gloomy face, his family members did not dare to ask any questions until midnight, when Zhang Baosheng suddenly roared, "Fuck it! I was framed!"

At this point, he understood everything. It was flattery, absolutely flattery. But it was too late. He woke up too late. It was his fault for being bewildered at the time!

In this way, he held it in for the whole night. Early in the morning, Zhang Baosheng finally couldn't stand it anymore and went to drink to drown his anger. He felt so aggrieved!

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After listening to this, He Yuzhu didn't know whether to sympathize or despise. If he sympathized, it seemed that Zhang Baosheng still didn't know where he really went wrong? If he despised, it seemed that he didn't have the right to do so. Why? Because he was a cultured person, and aren't cultured people scheming? How could he make such a low-level mistake?

Don’t you have any brains? You’re the office director!

But on second thought, he expressed his understanding. It was like a gambler. When small-time bets can no longer satisfy him, he suddenly sees hope of winning and puts his entire fortune on the line. However, he has no idea that others are waiting to reap the rewards. He really thinks that others are fools!

The result is predictable. He was defeated miserably, and he deserved it. No one can fight alone in the officialdom.

Let’s all stick together, okay?