Siheyuan: Brutal beasts, treat me like the Supreme Being

Yang Ming pointed at the table: "Put the money on the table!"

Yi Zhonghai watched as Yang Ming avoided him like the plague, and his expression turned ugly again.

Yang Ming: "I say, Yi Gong, your face can't get any darker, it's scary, the kids next door were scared to tears by you!

Hurry up and put the money down and get out, or I'm really afraid that you will spit blood in my office, or is Yi Gong trying to take revenge on me?"

"Engineer Yang, don't go too far!"

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his eyes were red, but his face was pitch black. Yang Ming couldn't see his expression clearly, but he thought it must not be a very good one.

Yi Zhonghai looked very aggrieved at this moment. Who would spit blood to avenge Yang Ming?

Ever since Yang Ming came back to life, Yi Zhonghai felt that his body had been suffering from various blows and anger, and was getting worse day by day!

He and Liu Haizhong are not much different in age. Liu Haizhong doesn't have many white hairs on his head, while he has only a few black hairs left.

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Yi Zhonghai felt that if he couldn't think of a way to deal with Yang Ming, sooner or later, he would be angered to death by Yang Ming.

Yi Zhonghai held his breath and put the money on Yang Ming's desk: "Mr. Yang, I have finished reading the self-criticism, and I have also put the money here. There are still two hundred yuan. I will give it to you when we return to the courtyard."

Yang Ming nodded and looked at Yi Zhonghai seriously: "Old Yi, you said you are old, you should be more open-minded about some things.

Don't get so angry that you spit blood all the time, right? Think about how you used to be a big uncle in a courtyard house, an eighth-level fitter in a steel mill. At that time, everyone who saw you would call you Yigong and a big uncle.

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Respectfully, now you have lost face, but you can't let it go, right? If you can't let it go, you will be angry to death.

Think about Zhou Yu back then, he was angered to death, he was so young, he died young. Oh, of course, an old man would definitely not die young, he is already quite old.

He is too shameless in public, but too shameless in doing things! "

"Yang Gong, I'm going back first!"

Yi Zhonghai spoke the last sentence one word at a time, gritting his teeth while trying to suppress the convulsions all over his body!

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he staggered towards Yang Ming's office. Looking at Yi Zhonghai fleeing in panic, Yang Ming shook his head and sighed: "Hey, even at such an old age, Mr. Yi is still so stubborn!

Really! "

Yi Zhonghai resisted the urge to go back and scold Yang Ming, and walked out of Yang Ming's office step by step with difficulty. When Yi Zhonghai was not far away from Yang Ming's office.

Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He fell limply to the ground. At the moment when he lost consciousness, he seemed to see Yang Ming looking at him with a half-smile, and said to him: "Yi Gong, don't get angry to death. It won't be fun if you get angry to death."

Yi Zhonghai only felt a boundless darkness that instantly enveloped him. At that moment, he actually felt that even if he died, it would be much happier to face Yang Ming's face.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai falling to the ground, Yang Ming's mouth corners slightly raised. He really can't stand it!

Yang Ming casually found someone from the security department and had them send Yi Zhonghai to the infirmary. The news that Yi Zhonghai vomited blood twice in one day and fainted from anger spread to every corner of the steel mill in an instant.

At the same time, Qin Huairu also came to the warehouse. At this time, Guo Dapiezi Shouhou was moving parts in the warehouse, while Xu Damao was sitting leisurely, looking at Qin Huairu at the door: "Widow Qin, what's the matter?

You don't want to continue your probation period?"

Qin Huairu bit her lip, took a deep breath, and finally mustered up the courage to walk into the warehouse. However, she didn't know that a nightmare was waiting for her in the warehouse...

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"Jingle Bell"

When the bell rang for the end of get off work, Yang Ming threw Yi Zhonghai's money directly into the space, then rode his bicycle out of the steel mill. Today he wanted to buy a gift for Chen Xueru.

From the time he had been with Chen Xueru until now, Chen Xueru had always bought him a lot of clothes, but Chen Xueru only had the same two pieces of clothes over and over again.

Yang Ming plans to buy two more for Chen Xueru.

But what Yang Ming didn't know was that Chen Xueru actually had a lot of clothes, but she didn't dare to take them or wear them, because she still remembered that her man hated the rich...

If Yang Ming had known about Chen Xueru's silk shop, Chen Xueru felt that she would never have a chance to marry Yang Ming.

In fact, Chen Xueru didn’t know that Yang Ming’s hatred of the rich was just like the workers’ hatred of capitalism. Every worker hated capitalism and cursed it.

But when you ask workers about their dreams, most of them dream of becoming capitalists, but no one wants to be a worker.

But Chen Xueru loved Yang Ming too much, she didn't dare to gamble, even though she and Yang Ming had been together for a long time, Chen Xueru didn't dare to dress up like before.

Yang Ming first came to the supply and marketing cooperative. What could he say about the clothes in the supply and marketing cooperative?

Most of them are made of cotton, and Dacron is considered a good fabric. The popular ones are either welcoming dresses or the gray-blue and earthy ones of the past.

Yang Ming felt that Chen Xueru was so bright and beautiful that all these things were not worthy of her.

After all, she is his woman. Yang Ming doesn't like himself to be glamorous. If his woman is a yellow-faced woman, it would be embarrassing!

The salesperson's eyes lit up the moment Yang Ming entered the supply and marketing cooperative. The man in front of him was wearing a white shirt, and the material of the shirt was obviously the finest snow satin.

This is not something that ordinary people can afford. Yang Ming seemed to be sitting in a black car, and he had those shiny black leather shoes. In this era, the cheapest leather shoes cost seven yuan a pair.

Yang Ming's leather shoes, whether in terms of style or material, are definitely not the cheapest.

Today's sales clerks stand in front of the counter every day and see a lot of people. Their eyes are very vicious, and being a sales clerk for sixty years is not something that everyone can do.

In the 1960s, the most popular jobs were the eight major categories: salesperson, driver, postman, childcare worker, barber, projectionist, cook, and art troupe member.

In fact, the eight major members is a general term, and anyone in the general service industry can become one of the eight major members.

And the salesperson is one of these eight members.

The saleswoman looked at Yang Ming's attire and the steel mill badge on his chest, and she realized that the man in front of her was probably a senior technician.

It’s just that it’s really rare to find such young senior technical workers.

Looking at Yang Ming’s handsome face, the salesperson’s face flushed a little. She didn’t know if the man in front of her had a wife.