Siheyuan: How dare I mess with a man who is an expert in men's health?

Chapter 394 Liu Haizhong asks for help

Cao Anping was honored to work overtime because he received a patient.

By the time he left the steel mill, the peak period of people getting off work had passed.

The security guards on duty at the gate, after finishing the busiest time of the day, began to relax and chat with each other.

Seeing Cao Anping riding a bicycle, Yang Dapeng immediately saluted with a smile: "Director Cao is working overtime again. It's really hard work."

Cao Anping stopped the car and replied in a strange tone: "Haha...you guys are working harder, come on, have a cigarette!"

If he didn't know Yang Dapeng's personality, he would have suspected that this guy was being sarcastic.

Cao Anping often leaves work early and never works overtime more than twice a week. Apart from a few people in the factory hospital, the guys guarding the gate probably know him best.

Yang Dapeng looked honored, took it with both hands, and said gratefully: "Oh... Thank you Director Cao, you spent money!"

Then he kicked the colleague next to him and scolded him angrily:

"Take them all. Director Cao never plays tricks. Why are you pretending to be polite? Just pay more attention when you have problems in the future."

"Thank you... Director Cao!" The other two were a little reserved. They looked like newbies who had not yet adapted to the security department's superior status.

Cao Anping pulled his bicycle to the side, stood with them, lit a cigarette, and started chatting.

Whenever he is free, he will chat with the front-line personnel in the security department about the latest situation in the factory, so as to understand the things around him from a different perspective.

Of course, I would occasionally get some news from outside the factory. Yang Dapeng suddenly reminded me in a low voice:

"Director Cao, we have to assist the local police station in clearing out the black market recently. You'd better not go."

Cao Anping nodded and replied easily: "Thanks for the reminder, but I never go to those places.

I'm the only one at home and I can't even finish my allotment, so why should I join in the fun?"

He probably understood something about the situation. The people thought that the famine would be alleviated after the beginning of the year, but the situation became more difficult.

This has led to increasingly expensive food prices on the black market.

Instead of being scared away, the common people began to stockpile food in a panic, allowing those who traded on the black market to make a fortune.

Now that the pigs have been fattened, they naturally have to be slaughtered.

Of course, those who make money through illegal means know this truth, but out of greed they choose this way of survival.

Yang Dapeng waved his hand, indicating that it was not a big deal. Cleaning up the black market was not a big secret, and it was just a favor.

Moreover, even if the news leaks out, the black market organizers will pretend to be ignorant and cooperate with them in the cleanup, even at the cost of bloodshed.

Otherwise, the strategic goal cannot be achieved, and they will keep an eye on you to clean up every day, and you will never be able to do this side job again.

After chatting for a while, Cao Anping looked at the two people who had been silent next to him and joked:

"Dapeng, you are bringing in new people, have you been promoted?"

Yang Dapeng said modestly: "Ah, I'm just a team leader, it's not really a promotion, it's all thanks to Director Cao's care."

Cao Anping waved his hand and handed over another unopened box of cigarettes: "Congratulations, but this is your own ability. It has nothing to do with me."

He knew that there might be a little influence, but it was really not much. Yang Dapeng was sweet-talker and scheming, and he also had some connections, so it was only a matter of time for him to come to the fore.

Yang Dapeng took the cigarette with both hands, not shy at all, and just drank it obediently without asking for money: “Haha…Thank you Director Cao.

How come it doesn’t matter? I am just affected by your fortune…”

Soon after Cao Anping joined the factory, he was promoted repeatedly and won awards for his advanced work. In addition to his own abilities, everyone believed that he had the luck to become an official.

He felt a little uncomfortable with what he heard. It was nice to hear flattery, but too much is as bad as too little.

I have to say that Yang Dapeng is truly a talent, and an outlier in the security department. He is so sweet-mouthed that he seems a bit fawning, but he still gives people a very sincere feeling.

Cao Anping quickly put out the cigarette, got on his bike and ran away, otherwise he would be lost in the flattery.

Halfway through the journey, Liu Haizhong unexpectedly stopped me.

"Oh, Anping, I was just about to rush back to look for you, but I didn't expect you were still behind me."

"Ah? What does Second Uncle want to talk to me about?" Cao Anping looked confused.

He had nothing against Liu Haizhong, so he addressed him based on his mood.

It was obvious that Cao Anping was in a good mood today because Yi Zhonghai came to him for medical treatment and was fooled by him.

Being called "Second Uncle" on the street, Liu Haizhong felt very proud and happily invited him:

"I'd like to invite you to dinner and drinks tonight, Anping. I was afraid you'd go back first and you'd already eaten."

Feeling that this was a bit formal, Cao Anping asked cautiously: "Um...it's easy to talk about over dinner.

But if you have anything to say, just tell me. Uncle, you are being so serious. I am a little scared. "

Liu Haizhong scratched his head and explained: "It's really nothing serious, I just want to ask you a few questions about the steel mill.

My Guangqi is about to graduate, so I want to get him a job at the steel mill..."

Cao Anping was speechless and quickly shook his head: "Second Uncle, I don't have this ability."

Realizing that Cao Anping seemed to have misunderstood, Liu Haizhong hurried to explain, revealing a rather smug expression.

"Anping, you misunderstood. My son Guangqi graduated from a technical secondary school and has no problem getting into the steel mill.

I just want to learn more about the situation of each department. I won’t make things difficult for you.”

That’s good enough. Cao Anping nodded and agreed.