Siheyuan Great Craftsmen

After returning to the research institute, Zhou Tian continued to review documents in the factory.

He did not hesitate and directly approved the requests from various steel mills for technical support for oxygen top-blown converters.

After all, this is very beneficial to the development of my country's steel industry, so he would naturally not disagree.

However, he was a little hesitant about the expansion of the electronics factory. It's not that he didn't know the importance of the electronics factory. You have to know that the orders from the home appliance factories alone are enough to keep the electronics factory running all year round, not to mention the orders from many research institutes in the city.

But he always felt that it was not the right time for the electronics factory to expand. After thinking about it, he wrote two words on it: "Please wait!"

By the time he had finished processing all the documents, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. He stopped writing, closed his eyes and took a rest when he heard Liu Yuan's voice coming from outside the door.

"Dean Song, ok!"

Then, the door was pushed open, and Song Weiguo walked in with a smile: "Dean, you are finally back?"

Zhou Tian couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at Song Weiguo and said, "What? I can't come back?"

"How can I?"

Song Weiguo pulled a chair and sat down, saying, "I am so happy! I feel relieved now that you are back."

"Stop talking about this and tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhou Tian gave him a displeased look. Song Weiguo had more things to do than Zheng Tianhua. He didn't believe that he would come to him if he had nothing to do.

"Hey, Dean, aren't I also being pushed into a corner by the workers? I just want to ask what you think about this house?"

Song Weiguo was not angry at what the dean said. Instead, he chuckled and said shamelessly.

The dean was away during this period, and he and Zheng Tianhua were troubled by the factory directors of the factories below about the allocation of houses. Previously, they could use the dean's absence as an excuse to delay, but now that the dean is back, naturally this matter needs to be dealt with as soon as possible.

"So how are you going to divide it this time?"

Zhou Tian thought about it and decided to ask for his opinion. Although last year's housing distribution method seemed fair, it actually sacrificed the interests of most of the management. But if the same method is used this year, the management would probably be dissatisfied in their hearts even if they don't say it.

"Dean, how about we divide it according to last year's allocation method this time?"

Hearing the dean throwing the difficult problem to him, Song Weiguo was at a loss for a moment, and asked, but his voice faded after he finished speaking. Obviously, he also knew something about the housing allocation last year.

If the distribution is still done in this way this year, the management will probably be even more furious.

"Please tell me, Dean. I'm a bit stupid, so I'll listen to you!"

"We will still draw lots this year, but only section-level cadres are allowed to participate. When the next batch of houses are allocated, all personnel will be able to participate!"

Finally, Zhou Tian decided to ease the relationship between the middle and lower levels at the expense of the interests of the management. On the one hand, this would increase the enthusiasm of the middle and lower level managers, and on the other hand, with him suppressing them, the management would not be able to make any waves.

"Okay, Dean, I'll arrange it right away!"

After receiving the response from the dean, Song Weiguo didn't even bother to drink a sip of water, turned around and left in a hurry.

"This Old Song is always like this!"

Looking at Song Weiguo's departing figure, Zhou Tian could only shake his head. At this time, the broadcast of getting off work sounded. He sorted himself out and rode his bicycle towards Mianhua Hutong.

He hadn't been home for more than a month, so it was impossible for him to not miss home. But as he got closer and closer to home, he felt a little uneasy for some reason.

I was lost in thought and before I knew it, Cotton Alley was already in sight in the distance.

"Dean Zhou, are you back from your business trip?"

"Hey, Dean Zhou, are you off work?"

"Yes, Uncle Liu, Uncle Li, are you playing chess?"

He rode all the way to the door of his house and stopped. Several neighbors who were playing chess at the door of the next yard greeted him enthusiastically. Zhou Tian responded one by one with a smile, pushed open the door and pushed the bicycle in.

After parking the car and taking a few steps, he stopped and couldn't help but slap his forehead.

"Oh no, I forgot to bring my present!"

However, when he thought of the flying dragons in his space, he had an idea and took out a dozen dead flying dragons and several ginsengs that were nearly a hundred years old from the space, and then he stepped forward and continued to walk towards the backyard.

"Sister, can't you catch me?"

"Zhou Zhiqiu, stop right there!"

As soon as he stepped into the hanging flower gate, he saw two delicate and pretty children, a boy and a girl, running towards him, one in front and one behind. The girl behind was holding a willow branch in one hand.

"Ouch!"

The boy in front just turned around and said a few provocative words, then bumped into Zhou Tian. He couldn't brake in time, took two steps back and sat on the ground.

"I'll see where you run to. You can't get away now!"

When the little girl saw the little boy fall, she burst into giggles, raised the willow branch in her hand and ran to the boy, laughing sweetly.

"Xiao Zhiyi, are you going to bully your brother?"

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind the two children. They immediately turned around and when they saw the figure, they happily ran towards the figure, shouting as they ran: "Dad, you're back?"

"Of course I came back. If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have known that our little Zhiyi was so powerful."

Seeing the two children running over, Zhou Tian picked up one with each hand and held the two little ones up. Then he looked around the yard and asked, "Where's Zhinan?"

"Dad, my brother went next door!"

Xiao Zhiyi's clear voice then rang out.

"Then why don't you go?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhou Tian finished speaking, Xiao Zhiqiu rushed in and said, "Mom won't let us go. Yesterday, my sister took me to fight with Erniu and his friends next door. Mom said that my sister and I can't go next door today!"

As he spoke, a trace of unwillingness flashed across little Zhiqiu's face.

"Fight? Xiao Zhiyi, tell me, why did you fight with Erniu and the others yesterday?"

Hearing Xiao Zhiqiu's words, Zhou Tian's face was stunned for a moment. He remembered that his daughter seemed to have never fought with other children, and his daughter was only three years old. Wasn't it too early for her to fight?

"Why else? Isn't it just your good daughter playing a little game of Railway Guerrilla?"

Just then, a silver bell-like voice rang out, and daughter-in-law Shen Yulin came out of the house holding a child and said unhappily.

"Besides, this damn girl didn't know how to control her strength. She brought your son to beat the two people from Erniu's family so badly that their faces were swollen and black. If grandpa hadn't come back and told me, I wouldn't have known that this damn girl was so wild!"

"Is it that amazing? I remember that Erniu and his brother were about six and five years old!"

Zhou Tian couldn't help but be startled by his wife's words, then he looked at the little girl lying in his arms with a strange look in his eyes.