Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Wang Wu laughed twice. He was happy that he had paid off his debt.

"Brother Wen, I'm leaving first. Thank you for the steamed buns. I'm going to Dongxu's place now."

Jia Dongxu was also waiting for Wang Wu at home, and would check at the gate from time to time. When he saw Wang Wu, he took out two buns from his arms and handed them to him.

"Wang Wu, these are the cabbage-stuffed buns my wife made. Please don't despise them. Thank you for your hard work so late at night."

Wang Wu also took the bun and handed over Jia Dongxu's share of the money.

"How tiring can it be to deliver something on a bike?

It's almost the end of the year, should we try another deal? You and Brother Tian are both rich now, but I'm still poor."

In addition to paying back the money to Ma Zi Lian, Jia Dongxu also saved up a few hundred yuan during this period. He was not in a hurry to pay back Yi Zhonghai's money because paying it back now would easily arouse unnecessary suspicion.

However, he secretly improved the family's food a lot, and made new clothes for Jia Zhangshi, Qin Huairu, and Banggeng to wear during the New Year. This made him fully understand why money is a man's courage.

"Okay, let's talk to Tian Xiaowen when we have lunch in the cafeteria tomorrow and try to get a bigger deal. We can buy some pork elbows from Tianfuhao for our family to satisfy their cravings on New Year's Day."

(In the 60s, the diplomatic department was still entertaining foreign guests at Quanjude, so the author believes that Tianfuhao’s pork elbow, as a time-honored brand, should have existed in the 60s, but the price was very unfriendly.)

The next morning, Wang Wu was in a good mood and hummed a little tune as he walked out of the house. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by a man with pockmarked face not far away.

"Brother Mazi, you have something urgent to talk to me about so early in the morning?"

This was the first time that Pockmarked Face came to Wang Wu’s house to look for him, so Wang Wu asked this question.

The pockmarked man nodded in reply with a smile on his face.

"There is something I need your help with. As long as you do a good job, I promise you can get an unimaginable amount of money."

Of course Wang Wu was tempted when the other party said that. He even dared to steal steel from the factory for money, so what else was there that he wouldn't dare to do?

"Oh, look at what you said, when have I ever failed to do my best for you?

Can you tell me what's going on?"

"I want you to draw the shape of the steel mill for me. I will give you one thousand dollars after the job is done. Is this not difficult for you?"

After hearing the other party's request, Wang Wu's heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself that this was indeed not a difficult task, but he really couldn't do it. He couldn't even enter a workshop, so how could he know the appearance of a rolling mill?

But the one thousand yuan made his heart beat wildly. It was a huge sum of money equivalent to his two years' salary (2 yuan a month for a level 38 worker). He decided to agree to it first, and then go to the factory to ask Brother Tian if he could do this job.

Seeing that Wang Wu agreed, the pockmarked man readily left 200 yuan as a deposit. Wang Wu took the money and went to work in the factory. He decided to persuade Brother Tian to take the job during lunch. At most, it would be 500 yuan, and the two of them would share it %, which would be yuan.

After counting the time and spending an unbearable morning, the trio met in the cafeteria at noon. During the meal, Wang Wu did not treat Jia Dongxu as an outsider and directly told him about the pockmarked face looking for him. Unexpectedly, Tian Xiaowen did not agree directly.

"Wang Wu, do you know this person named Pockmarked Face?

No matter how curious a casino owner is, he won't come into contact with a steel rolling mill. He actually wants you to draw its shape. I'm afraid there's something wrong with his identity."

Wang Wu also reacted at this time. He was dazzled by the thousand yuan in the morning, but it didn't mean he was stupid.

"Brother Tian, ​​are you saying that the pockmarked face is an enemy spy?"

Tian Xiaowen nodded and replied.

"Even if he's not an enemy spy, he's not a good guy. Go back and tell him we can't take this job. Let him find someone else."

When Wang Wu heard this, he couldn't help but say with a grim look on his face.

"This is trouble. The pockmarked face knows that we stole things from the factory, and it's our shipping channel. If we don't agree to him, will he cause trouble for us?"

Jia Dongxu tapped the lunch box with chopsticks and said to Wang Wu who was a little panicked.

"What are you afraid of? He knows that we stole things from the factory, and we also know that he was trying to conceal the stolen goods. Now we both have evidence against each other, so it's not illegal for him to open a casino, right?

I don't think the man with the pockmarked face would dare to call the police. Let's put this matter off for now. We have serious matters to discuss at noon, so let's not talk about these irrelevant topics anymore.

Today is the 29th, and the day after tomorrow is New Year's Day. Do you think we should do another job?"

When they heard about making money, Wang Wu and Tian Xiaowen forgot what the pockmarked man had told them. Nothing was more important than their own affairs, especially since Wang Wu was hoping to make some money for the holidays.

A few people agreed to make another deal in the evening, and decided to sell it at a scrap collection station far away first. As for the pockmarked man's place, they would not go there for the time being, and would decide on everything after the holiday.

At the same time, in the scrap warehouse behind a workshop of the steel rolling mill, the three main persons in charge of the steel rolling mill, Yang Liming, Li Huaide and Nie Zhiyuan, were all present, and standing behind them were the workshop director and the warehouse supervisor.

Yang Liming grabbed a warehouse keeper by the collar and yelled.

"Is this how you manage your warehouse? How long has it been since a workshop reopened? And you've thrown away several thousand kilograms of waste? Do you know that this is not just dereliction of duty, you're committing a crime? I can ask the police to lock you up right now, and make you spend New Year's Eve in prison."

The warehouse keeper, who was grabbed by the collar, was shaking like a sieve and was frightened out of his wits.

"Secretary Yang, this is really not my business. I am not the only custodian of this warehouse. Another person on duty has gone home to sleep.

It must be because he didn't work seriously that he made such a big mistake. I feel so wronged."

Yang Liming didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he pushed him away and walked to the hill of scrap steel and said.

"Old Li, Old Nie, you should all think of a solution. If it weren't for the warehouse statistics at the end of the year, we wouldn't have known that so much steel was lost in the factory. If our superiors knew about this, it would only show that we leaders are incompetent.

We just went through the reconstruction of a workshop, so we must not give the department any more trouble this year."

Li Huaide was gloating at this time. Yang Liming had always been in charge of production. What did the loss of things in the workshop warehouse have to do with him, Li Huaide?

If you, Yang Limin, don’t fall, how can I take over? At this moment, he really wanted to give a thumbs up to those who stole the steel.

Nie Zhiyuan belongs to the neutral faction and is mainly in charge of the factory's technical maintenance and research and development. Although they are both low-paying jobs, these two departments are the main arteries of the steel mill and no one dares to underestimate them.