Siheyuan: Brutal beasts, treat me like the Supreme Being

It is now lunchtime at the steel rolling mill. Yi Zhonghai must go to the cafeteria to finish reading his self-criticism before lunchtime. Otherwise, if he delays it until tomorrow, it will be another day of torment for Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai doesn't want to live even one day longer like this.

Yi Zhonghai came to the cafeteria with a letter of apology. Yang Ming was eating his meal slowly. The drama between Xu Damao and Sha Zhu just now was still very appetizing to Yang Ming.

Combined with Yi Zhonghai's self-criticism just now, Yang Ming could even imagine that in the broadcasting room, Yi Zhonghai hated him but couldn't get rid of him.

Yi Zhonghai came to the cafeteria with a letter of apology and walked in front of Yu Haitang.

Yu Haitang frowned and looked at Yi Zhonghai: "Yi Gong, what do you mean? Do you really have to argue with me about right and wrong?"

Yi Zhonghai took a deep breath and suppressed his anger: "Yu Haitang, I need to read my apology again in the cafeteria, so I need you to help get the cafeteria equipment out."

Yu Haitang's eyes flickered: "Okay, I've wronged you, just wait!"

After all, the steel rolling mill is a large factory with tens of thousands of employees. The cafeteria is very large and crowded. If there is no broadcasting equipment, no one else can hear Yi Zhonghai's self-criticism!

"Everyone, please be quiet. You all just heard Yi Gong's apology on the radio!"

"I didn't hear it! The restaurant was too noisy just now!"

"That's right, shouldn't the broadcast start in the afternoon when everyone is in the workshop? We can hear it clearly then!"

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Many workers at the steel mill protested.

Yu Haitang: "Then let's do this. Let Yi Gong read it once in the workshop first, and then in the afternoon, let him go to the broadcasting room to read his self-criticism again!"

"it is good!"

In that era, there was no television or entertainment activities. In addition, the work in the steel mill was tiring and monotonous, so radio became one of the few entertainments for the workers in the steel mill.

Of course, the steel mill would occasionally show movies, but the number of screenings in a year could be counted on five fingers, so the daily broadcasts were very important to the workers.

Especially the fact that Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter, actually plagiarized other people's drawings, further aroused the gossip of the workers in the steel mill.

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When Yi Zhonghai heard that he would have to go to the broadcasting room to read his self-criticism again later in the afternoon, his face turned dark. He wanted to protest, but he knew that it would be useless for him to protest in today's steel mill.

Because the ones raising the objections came from the majority of the workers in the steel mill. Even when Yi Zhonghai was at his most glorious time, he could not confront the workers' group in the steel mill. What's more, he has long lost his popularity and prestige in the steel mill.

Yi Zhonghai gritted his teeth, looking aggrieved.

Yu Haitang handed the microphone to Yi Zhonghai, and Yi Zhonghai began to read his self-criticism with a gloomy face.

After hearing this, the workers at the steel mill began to discuss: "Did Engineer Yi really copy Engineer Yang's drawings? He usually looks righteous, and many people say he is a good and warm-hearted person.

I didn’t expect that someone would do such a thing behind the scenes.”

"That's right. I heard that he had troubled Engineer Yang a lot in the courtyard before. But Engineer Yang was generous. Now he has become an engineer in the steel mill and has never targeted Yi Zhonghai!"

After hearing what the workers were saying, Yi Zhonghai almost vomited blood. Didn't Yang Ming target him?

His face is disfigured and his reputation is ruined!

Does this mean that Yang Ming is not targeting him?

Does it only count if he kills Yang Ming?

Yi Zhonghai was roaring in his heart. In the past, Yi Zhonghai turned a blind eye to Yang Ming’s grievances. Now, he finally felt the grievances, but he couldn’t express them, and no one believed his feelings!

As the saying goes, God has his own way and no one can escape it!

Yang Ming looked at Yi Zhonghai's frustrated look, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised. He must have felt the pain of being full of grievances but having nowhere to vent them?

Well, Yi Zhonghai must go through the same path that Yang Ming had walked and the same pain that he had felt once, twice, or three times. Only then will Yi Zhonghai know what a beastly person he is!

Yi Zhonghai finished reading his self-criticism with difficulty.

"Yi Zhonghai, you actually plagiarized? I knew you were a hypocritical hypocrite. You used to be good at pretending."

When Yi Zhonghai just finished reading, a mocking voice suddenly rang out. Yi Zhonghai looked up and saw that it was Liu Haizhong who came to the steel mill today to collect his pension.

As Liu Haizhong held his pension, his hatred for Yi Zhonghai increased!

He had just received his pension and went to Director Yang's office.

Just as Liu Haizhong expected, Director Yang gave Liu Haizhong two options. He could either let Liu Haizhong work as a warehouse manager in logistics with a monthly salary of 27.5 yuan.

The salary is equivalent to that of a first-level worker. This position is actually quite good in logistics, but Liu Haizhong was a seventh-level worker after all, and his monthly salary was only 70 or 80 yuan.

How could he accept having to receive twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents a month?

Not to mention anything else, these twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents may not even be enough for Liu Haizhong's own monthly food expenses.

The second option that Director Yang gave Liu Haizhong was to let his children take over. During the internship period, the salary might be only a dozen yuan, but once they were converted to regular employees, they would be first-level employees.

The advantage of working in a workshop is that as Liu Haizhong's child's skills improve, his salary will also increase. Therefore, in this era, as long as their family has the conditions, most people are willing to let their children take over the workshop work.

Because in this era, technology is king.

Liu Haizhong's face was gloomy.

Liu Haizhong has three sons in total. The one he values ​​and is most partial to is the eldest son, Liu Guangqi. He is now married and has a job, but he is often away from home and seldom comes back.

Therefore, it was impossible for Liu Guangqi to take over his business. The two sons left were Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, and Liu Haizhong had always treated them like dogs in his family.

He usually either beat or scolded them, because in Liu Haizhong's eyes, he could not expect his two sons to support him in his old age.

But now, he has to choose one of his two sons to take over his job.

Liu Guangfu was still young, about the same age as Yan Jiekuang, so it could only be Liu Guangtian.

Liu Haizhong felt particularly uncomfortable when he thought that his future food expenses would have to be earned by his son, whom he had always looked down upon.

Liu Haizhong hated Yi Zhonghai in his heart at this moment. Yi Zhonghai did not just take his arm, he clearly took half of his life and the rest of his life.

If killing was not illegal, Liu Haizhong would have killed Yi Zhonghai to vent his anger long ago!

So, after getting the pension, Liu Haizhong came to the cafeteria, ready to settle the score with Yi Zhonghai. Even if he couldn't let him get rid of his anger completely, Liu Haizhong would first collect some interest from Yi Zhonghai.

But Liu Haizhong didn't expect that as soon as he came in, he would hear Yi Zhonghai reading his self-criticism in the cafeteria of the steel rolling mill. Yi Zhonghai was so proud.