Siheyuan: Mastery started in the 50s

After returning to his seat, Wang Qiang was in a heavy mood. He opened the work report that was criticized by his supervisor and carefully checked every detail. As expected, he found several obvious errors and contradictions in data and logic. Looking at these errors, Wang Qiang felt more and more guilty and more deeply aware of his own problems.

"I can't go on like this." He said to himself silently. Although life in the courtyard took up a lot of his energy, he knew that work was the foundation of his survival. If he couldn't even do his job well, there was no way he could do anything else. He had to pull his mind back to work and not be distracted by these trivial matters.

Wang Qiang spent the whole morning concentrating on revising the report. He checked every word to make sure all the data and analysis logic were flawless. In order to avoid further problems, he even consulted several experienced colleagues on a few details. Although these things took him more time than usual, he knew that he could not make the same mistake again this time.

After the revision, Wang Qiang organized the report and submitted it to his supervisor again. This time, he felt more serious than ever before and was more vigilant, fearing that he would make even the slightest mistake.

During lunch break, several colleagues came over, patted him on the shoulder, and tried to comfort him.

"Xiao Wang, don't take it too seriously. The supervisor is just like that. Criticism is criticism, but it will be fine after the incident is over."

Wang Qiang forced a smile and nodded: "Thank you, I know, I really didn't do well enough this time."

Old Li also said: "You are always very meticulous in your work, but you were careless this time. This happens to everyone. Just pay more attention next time and don't put too much pressure on yourself."

Wang Qiang smiled, but he didn't feel relaxed at all. He knew that his colleagues' consolation was well-intentioned, but he also understood that if this mistake attracted the attention of his superiors, it would be extremely detrimental to his development in the company. Although the supervisor's criticism was severe, it also gave him a warning that if he made a similar mistake again, the consequences might be even more serious than today.

In the next few days, Wang Qiang forced himself to concentrate on his work. He tried to achieve perfection in every data, every report, and every project advancement, leaving no room for anyone to find fault. Although this high-pressure work made him a little tired, he knew in his heart that only such concentration could help him maintain his foothold in the company.

A few days later, the supervisor walked to Wang Qiang's desk, took the report he had revised, and nodded slightly: "You did a good job this time. There are no problems now. Keep it up."

Wang Qiang was relieved when he heard this. He knew that the supervisor's words meant that the turmoil was over, but he also knew that the lesson of this time could not be forgotten.

"Thank you, boss. I will keep working hard." Wang Qiang replied, with a hint of caution and determination in his tone.

The supervisor looked at him and said calmly: "Do your job well and don't let personal matters affect your work." Then he turned and left.

Wang Qiang looked at his supervisor's back as he left, and his heart gradually calmed down. This lesson made him realize how important it is to have a balance between work and life. He could no longer be distracted like before, and he had to separate work and life so that he could gain a firm foothold in both areas.

The courtyard was quiet. The sun had gradually set, and the afterglow was sprinkled on the old roof, as if covering the courtyard with a layer of golden gauze. Wang Qiang stood in front of the gate with his hands in his trouser pockets, with a cold smile on his face. He knew that today would be a tough battle, but he was not afraid. Twenty years of ups and downs in the workplace had already made him have a heart of steel.

He took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard. The soles of his shoes stepped on the gravel on the ground, making a slight "crunching" sound, as if it was the prelude to his footsteps. Several old locust trees in the yard were still standing, and the shadows of the trees swayed on the ground. The wind was mixed with a hint of the smell of old wood. Several figures in the yard were looming, and Qin Huai's voice came from the middle room, as if he was talking to someone.

"Is Wang Qiang back?" A slightly rough voice interrupted his thoughts. It was his neighbor, Old Li. He was leaning against the door, holding a pipe in his hand, and looking at him.

Wang Qiang nodded gently, with a calm smile on his face: "Yes, come back and take a look."

Old Li narrowed his eyes and snorted softly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, but he still quietly made way. Wang Qiang knew that Old Li had a good impression of him, but he was a little afraid of Qin Huai. In recent years, Qin Huai has become more and more unscrupulous in the yard, relying on his own power to suppress those old neighbors and make them dare not speak.

Wang Qiang walked slowly into the yard. When several young neighbors saw him, they nodded slightly and greeted him, but there was a hint of vigilance and curiosity in their eyes. Obviously, they knew Qin Huai's power and were secretly observing how Wang Qiang would respond.

Pushing open the door of the room where Qin Huai was, Wang Qiang walked in slowly. There was an old wooden table in the room, with several chairs placed around the table in a mess. Qin Huai was leaning on a chair with his feet on the table. Several young men who looked like followers were gathered around him, smoking. There were also several bottles of beer scattered on the table.

When Qin Huai saw Wang Qiang coming in, the smile on his face froze slightly, but then he returned to his usual arrogance. He sat up lazily and raised his eyebrows at Wang Qiang: "Hey, Wang Qiang, what brings you back? Is there something wrong?"

Wang Qiang stood at the door and smiled slightly, but did not answer immediately. He glanced at Qin Huai and the followers, and said slowly: "Qin Huai, I came back today, and I do have something to talk to you about."

Qin Huai's expression suddenly became subtle. He leaned back in his chair and pretended to be indifferent: "Oh? What's the matter? Did I do something to make you unhappy?"

Wang Qiang's eyes were like frost in the cold winter, and he looked straight at Qin Huai: "I don't want to comment on what you have done so far. But some things should be done in moderation."

When Qin Huai heard this, the frivolous look on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a sneer. He put his feet down from the table, crossed his hands on his chest, and looked at Wang Qiang provocatively: "Wang Qiang, are you trying to teach me a lesson? Everyone knows what the rules are in this courtyard now. What can you do now that you are back?"

The air in the room froze instantly. Several young men stopped talking and looked at Wang Qiang silently with curiosity in their eyes, as if waiting for the next confrontation.