Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

In sharp contrast to the warm and harmonious scene of Liu Ping'an's home, which was filled with laughter and joy, the situation in Courtyard No. 95 was much more complicated. It was like a pool of water that seemed calm on the surface, but was actually turbulent, making it difficult to predict its true depth.

Ever since Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and He Yuzhu, four young and old men with very different personalities, stepped into the threshold of night school training together, the quarrels in the courtyard that were caused by trivial matters in the past seemed to have suddenly died down.

Instead, there was a strong learning atmosphere that had never existed before, like a gentle spring breeze, quietly blowing into the hearts of everyone in this courtyard.

Unfortunately, such a beautiful time is always short-lived. When a piece of exciting and disappointing news came from somewhere inside the training class, the tranquility and peace that had just been established in the courtyard collapsed in an instant.

It turned out that after this training, there would only be ten precious places for promotion! For the 40 trainees who participated in this training, these ten places were simply a drop in the bucket and could not meet everyone's needs at all.

Thus, a fierce battle without the sight of gunpowder smoke began. Everyone was like a bow with a fully drawn string, gathering all their strength just to stand out in this cruel competition.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Xu Damao and He Yuzhu, as the most representative figures in the courtyard, are facing unprecedented pressure and challenges at this moment. Especially Yi Zhonghai, a veteran who has experienced many years of trials and tribulations in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, now feels as if he has returned to the fierce battlefield of his youth.

He was sitting quietly on the old wooden chair at home that had accompanied him through countless long days and nights. His eyebrows, which had been relaxed, were now tightly furrowed, like two grooves deeply embedded in his skin; his extremely gloomy face seemed to be dripping with cold water at any time. As long as the various despicable actions of Xu Damao in the training class appeared in his mind, the anger in Yi Zhonghai's heart was unstoppable like a volcanic eruption.

"Humph! This damn Xu Damao is simply a despicable and shameless villain!" With a roar, he suddenly raised his right hand and slapped the table in front of him. With a loud "bang", the teacup on the table was strongly shaken, and the tea in the cup splashed out instantly, and a few drops even fell directly to the ground, as if cheering for his burning anger.

Then, Yi Zhonghai stood up suddenly and began to pace back and forth rapidly in this slightly narrow room. Every step he took was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and as if he was venting his inner anger and dissatisfaction with his steps.

At the same time, his right hand tightly grasped the beloved pipe, and due to excessive force, the knuckles had turned slightly white, but the pipe had never been lit. You know, smoking is one of the most effective ways for Yi Zhonghai to relieve stress, but at this moment, even this habitual action seemed to have lost its original appeal.

He was filled with resentment and anger. He was the one who first proposed the improvement plan, but Xu Damao played tricks behind his back, causing him to be questioned at the review meeting. This feeling of being calculated by others made him feel like a thorn in his throat, and he could not swallow it.

"I, Yi Zhonghai, have been in the factory for so many years. When will it be his turn as a junior to make things difficult for me?" He gritted his teeth and said this, his eyes flashing with resentment and anger. When he got excited, he suddenly stopped and punched the wall. He grimaced in pain, but the anger in his heart did not diminish at all. He seemed to hear his own cry in his heart: "I can't swallow this! Xu Damao, just wait and see!"

However, Yi Zhonghai was a man who had experienced many ups and downs. He knew that at this critical moment, impulse could not solve the problem, and what he needed was wisdom and strategy. So he turned and walked to the window, looking at the dark night sky outside, with mixed feelings in his heart.

The occasional laughter from the yard sounded so harsh to him, as if it was mocking his frustration. But he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"I can't let him succeed like this." Yi Zhonghai thought to himself, a cunning gleam in his eyes, "I have to think of a way to let him know how powerful I am, but without letting people know that it was me who did it." He began to conceive of plans one after another, each of which was aimed at making Xu Damao fall without knowing it, while at the same time maintaining his own innocent image.

It was late at night, but Yi Zhonghai's room was still brightly lit. His heart was filled with plans and expectations for the future. He seemed to have seen the moment when he would win the contest, and Xu Damao's miserable appearance made him feel a little happy.

However, in this quiet night, the undercurrent in the courtyard is even more turbulent. An invisible contest is quietly kicking off, and the result of this contest will determine the future fate of the four of them in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.