Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

Yang Jun could only try to calm everyone down. "I think it won't be long before Deputy General Manager Li finishes studying the blueprints and we resume normal production. Please be patient for a while."

Although he was not well versed in production procedures, he understood the subtleties of the workplace. As the old saying goes, "A crying child is more likely to get attention." Yang Jun did not think they could not do it. Their complaints were nothing more than buying themselves more time to handle tasks in order to avoid the blame they might face in the future when production was delayed.

Do you think Li Huaide is not clear-headed? He knows everything about production management. Although he is anxious to obtain the drawings to improve his position, his brain is fine. The first person responsible for the consequences of delaying production is himself, the deputy factory director.

"Well... okay, let's go back and think of a solution." After seeing Yang Jun's temper before, Section Chief Lu Changsheng realized that continuing the trouble might backfire, so he left with the workshop director.

Watching them leave, Yang Jun sat alone on the chair. He knew that he might be busy again in the next few days, but they would definitely have new requirements. However, this situation would not last long. Li Huaide was already in the final stage, and they were testing the sample machine. According to Xiao Wang, the sample might have been produced, but there were still some minor details to be adjusted.

Almost all the technical experts in the steel mill have participated in the project, so he is not worried about not being able to complete the production. It is just a matter of time. Once the prototype is successful, it means that the drawings will be ready soon. At that time, Gengzhi will get all the drawings and technical parameters, and they will definitely spread the word internally.

After a few more days of patient waiting, he could officially take action. The time to prepare for "fishing" had come. In order to keep in step with the big boss, Yang Jun decided to communicate with him. Although the big boss gave the case to Wang Rongyao, the director of the unit's security department, to handle it, Yang Jun tried to avoid contact with Wang Rongyao as much as possible in order to avoid suspicion.

Since Wang Rongyao moved into the steel mill, he has lived in the security department, and his men have been guarding the safe containing the prototype design drawings 24 hours a day. Even when engineers borrowed the drawings to study, he followed them like a shadow.

His goal was simply to ensure that the drawings did not leak out of this place.

Yang Jun suggested that Yi Qiu Shui didn't need to prepare lunch by herself, and then he called Ma Ju, and the two of them left the unit.

It wasn't because he didn't want to take action after dinner, but he deliberately avoided Guo Tianming. Guo's attitude was sluggish recently. Whenever they met, he was full of complaints and kept asking for a job change.

Before returning home, Yang Jun asked Ma Xiangxiu to prepare lunch, and he returned to the bedroom, opened the dimensional space and took out thirty-two bottles of medicinal wine. After copying and accumulating for this period of time, he had a total of thirty-four bottles, and planned to give thirty bottles as gifts to the leaders, leaving the remaining two bottles for further copying.

After Ma Ju and Ma Xiangxiu loaded the 30 bottles onto the car, Ma Xiangxiu had already finished cooking the meal, the staple food being the famous Shanxi Shaozi Noodles. The chili oil was poured on and the sizzling sound was loud, while the aroma of noodles and meat filled the mouth and nose, making one's mouth water.

"It's delicious!" Yang Jun said with satisfaction after taking a bite.

"Brother, if you like it, you can try more. There is still one bowl left." Ma Xiangxiu wiped her hands that were stained with apron and reminded.

"That's enough, that's enough, leave it to him (Ma Juzi)." The big bowl of Shaanxi specialty is full, weighing two or three pounds, and you will definitely be satisfied after eating one bowl.

However, Ma Juzi had an amazing appetite, so Yang Jun left the remaining bowl for his sister Ma Xiangxiu.

"Well, I'm really full too. You eat it yourself, sister." Holding the noodles in his mouth and speaking slurredly, he was only thinking about saving some food for her.

Seeing him happily eating noodles with garlic cloves, the spicy aroma in his mouth made him salivate, and Yang Jun couldn't help swallowing his saliva. Ma Juzi peeled off two large cloves of garlic after finishing half a bowl of noodles.

Seeing this, Ma Xiangxiu went to the kitchen to add more garlic cloves. Yang Jun was horrified. This guy had an amazing appetite and loved spicy food. He wanted to try the taste, but then he thought about talking to an important leader in a while, so he gave up the idea.

Ma Juzi hadn't finished the first bowl of noodles yet, but the second bowl of noodles was already empty, and the garlic had disappeared. At this time, Yang Jun only moved his chopsticks for a moment, and Ma Juzi had put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked to the yard to get the dustpan to pick out the teeth.

Yang Jun shook his head and sighed. This guy didn't even care about what he ate. Finally, he asked, "Boy, is there enough food?" He asked as he finished the last bite of noodles and lit a cigarette.

"Enough...enough, but almost not enough." Ma Juzi replied with a red face.

Ma Juzi became a regular worker, earning 27.5 cents a month, and a fixed amount of 22 jin of food coupons. With his appetite, these could only last for ten days, and he would have to pay for more after that. Normally, the price of a jin of food is usually three times the normal price, so this is equivalent to spending four times the normal price.

Even though he had at least five steamed buns (about 3 liang) for one meal, that means he spent 23 cents per meal, so he had to spend at least 60 cents to eat a full meal. That’s 12 yuan for 20 days. Add in the daily expenses, so before the end of the month, before the salary was paid, the whole family almost entirely relied on his sister Xiangxiu and brother-in-law Yang Anguo for support.

Their situation was not good either. The appetite of the brother-in-law Ma Juzi was also worrying. The food expenses of the couple plus Ma Juzi made the family budget quite tight. For an ordinary family, their salary would be enough to cover the family's expenses and save some surplus, but the reality was obviously not so easy.

"One hundred is one hundred. I'm happy that the young man has a good appetite." She said with a slight smile, obviously a little surprised by the challenge but also quite amused.

After eating the dumplings, both of them were so full that they held their stomachs, but they still smiled with satisfaction. Ma Juzi patted his stomach and said, "It's really enjoyable. These dumplings are as hard as small steel coins and can fill you up in no time." Yang Jun nodded and teased with a smile, "It seems that you have found the feeling of your hometown. That's your specialty."

As we walked out of the restaurant, it was getting darker and the lights on the street were dim. Yang Jun suggested finding a place to rest: "Since you are full, why don't we go have a cup of hot tea and chat to help digest the food."

Ma Juzi agreed happily, and the two sat down in a small shop, ordered a pot of good tea, and slowly chatted about family matters. Their conversation was relaxed and pleasant, as if they had forgotten the busyness and fatigue of the day.

As the night deepened, Ma Juzi was intoxicated by this ordinary and simple happiness, while Yang Jun's understanding and care for his friend deepened. This seemingly ordinary dinner was actually a warm display of their deep friendship. On such a night, they both understood that as long as there was sincere care, no matter how the world changed, they would always move forward hand in hand.

"Okay... I'll give you fifty first, and if it's not enough, I'll give you more, how about that?"

"Ok, deal!"

The two men agreed loudly, and then Yang Jun paid four yuan and ninety cents and seven kilograms of food coupons.

After paying, they waited quietly at their seats. About five minutes later, the old lady appeared again and knocked on the counter, signaling them to go get the dumplings.

When the dumplings were served, Yang Jun was stunned. He originally thought they were similar to the frozen dumplings in supermarkets in the future, but these dumplings were not only large in size, but also had plenty of fillings. Each one looked like the big ones that you would see on a normal dining table at home.

There were twenty dumplings on the full plate.

Yang Jun frowned and said, "Juzi, I don't think you can hold on any longer."

"Brother, if you want to eat, just open your stomach. The rest is mine." As he said that, Ma Juzi couldn't wait to pinch a dumpling with his hand and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few bites, the dumpling went down his stomach.

"Comrade, please give me five garlics." Ma Juzi shouted at the window.

"Five cents." The aunt's somewhat angry voice came from the window.

After paying quickly, Yang Jun handed over five cents. After receiving the garlic, Yang Jun tried to peel a clove and taste it.

"Wow, so spicy."

Unable to bear this, Yang Jun hurriedly threw away the remaining half clove of garlic.

The two ate in silence. When Yang Jun finished more than a dozen dumplings, the plate in front of Ma Juzi was empty.

"Comrade, please bring up the remaining fifty dumplings." Ma Juzi shouted towards the window.

Hearing this, the aunt looked up and then returned to the kitchen.

Yang Jun ate 18 dumplings, but couldn't eat the rest, so he pushed the empty plate to the bed, stood up and loosened his belt.

"Brother, are you really full?" Ma Juzi, whose three plates were empty, stared at the two remaining dumplings of Yang Jun with eager eyes.

Yang Jun nodded in response, but said nothing. He was so full that he was afraid that the food would burst out of his throat if he opened his mouth.

Ma Juzi was not polite and put dumplings into his mouth one by one. In the blink of an eye, he stuffed two dumplings into his mouth. Seeing Ma Juzi wolfing down the dumplings, the aunt couldn't help but say:

"Young man, you are a master at eating."

The aunt even personally served the dumplings to Yang Jun and ate them slowly with him. "If there was vinegar, I could really finish a hundred of them," Ma Juzi said with a smile without any embarrassment.

Hearing this, the aunt turned around and ran back to the kitchen to get vinegar.

The customers around were shocked by Ma Juzi's amazing appetite. They put down their chopsticks and gathered around. Even the kitchen assistants heard what was happening outside and rushed in to watch the fun.

When Yang Jun saw this scene, he felt ashamed and quietly left the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, Ma Juzi started a live performance, using one hand to pick up dumplings and dip them into the sauce, and the other hand to peel garlic and eat them, without using chopsticks. It was amazing. Within five minutes, fifty dumplings disappeared without a trace.

With a sigh, "Hey, fifty more would be nice."

His massive eating experience amazed everyone. Twenty dumplings equal one kilogram, and he ate five kilograms of this five hundred grams of food in one go!

The average person's meal weighs only about one kilogram at most, which means he swallowed the amount of about five or six people in one hour.

"Oh my god, the appetite is really that big!"

"Which family can afford to support such a big eater?"

"It will be hard for the girl to get married. She may go back to her husband's house hungry in two days."

After hearing everyone's discussion, Ma Juzi blushed in embarrassment, smiled and stood up to leave. Outside the restaurant, Yang Jun, who was smoking, saw him coming out, threw a cigarette over and asked, "Are you full?"

Ma Juzi laughed for a while, took the cigarette, sniffed it, and then hung it behind his ear, stroking his stomach and said, "I'm almost full."

Yang Jun glared and said, "What do you mean by 'forget it'? If you are full, you are full. If you are hungry, you are hungry."

"I... I'm still a little hungry." Ma Juzi replied with a blushing face.

Yang Jun said nothing, and waved his hand to signal him to get in the car. This guy is really a big eater, his appetite is comparable to Yang Anguo's. After all, Yang Anguo can eat four pounds of roast duck, plus more than ten steamed buns, and now this kid has just finished a bowl of oil-splashed spicy noodles, and he has also finished five pounds of pork and green onion dumplings. Well, no wonder Ma Xiangxiu is eager to go out to dig wild vegetables.

I remember that when they were in their hometown, grain and wild vegetables were barely enough to fill their stomachs; when they came to the city, they could finally enjoy food to their heart's content, but the meager income was only enough to meet the most basic living expenses.

On the way back to the factory, Yang Jun took Ma Juzi to the security department to apply for a gun. He needed to prepare in advance for the mountain trip tomorrow morning. His pistol was basic equipment, but the long gun was better. The long gun was more accurate and could shoot at a long distance, while the pistol had a short range and was not as accurate as the former. The creatures in the mountains were very vigilant and would flee if they were approached, so the long gun was needed to deal with them.

As the deputy factory director, Yang Jun had his own privileges in emergency matters. The security guard who kept the guns completed the formalities for him within a few minutes and took out three long guns and fifty rounds. They included an M1 carbine, a Type 1 rifle, and an old Japanese army broadsword gun (i.e., the Type 79 rifle). Yang Jun picked up a long gun and observed it, and ordered: "Replace all of these with Type rifles, so that they can shoot the farthest." Although the M carbine has a fast rate of fire and low recoil, it has a short range; in comparison, the Type rifle has a low accuracy.

The guard took out another gun and asked, "Would you like to see this one?"

Yang asked in surprise: "Mosin-Ganna?" - This is an excellent weapon.

Yang Jun took the gun with joy and admired it repeatedly in his hands. This is a gun that uses a retractable rotating bolt and smokeless propellant.

Luckily, they caught some pheasants in the wild, and immediately used the ingredients on the spot. They started a fire, plucked the feathers, and roasted them directly on branches, adding the seasonings they brought with them. The enjoyment of the food was beyond words.

Their car drove out of the city and headed for the suburban villa area. However, as they got farther away from the city, the road became increasingly rugged. The car was driving on a bumpy road, and the vibrations of the car body were transmitted to everyone in the car, and their cheeks were bumped. If they accidentally clenched their teeth, their teeth would almost fall out from the vibration.

The suspension system of the Paris Jeep was obviously not good. The car was full of mechanical vibrations, making Yang Jun, who was riding in it, feel like he was about to be shaken apart.