Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

"According to company regulations, any work completed beyond the basic tasks of the month will receive additional commissions, especially for batch work such as recycling large amounts of scrap materials and scrap copper.

The bonus list for Han Dazhuang and I for this month did not show up, and there is only 15 yuan left!" Ye Chuan explained in detail.

Everyone agreed with this; this was the head office's policy: those who could purchase waste materials in large quantities would naturally receive much higher bonuses.

Therefore, Ye Chuan should have received a bonus of more than 600 yuan. The people present had no complaints but only envied his ability.

The most they could do was to secretly envy him. "Hey, young man Ye, I don't know how you got Manager Tang to treat you so well, but you have to understand that you are only a newcomer who has just turned one month old. It is not easy to haul dozens of tons of waste materials.

Your 15 yuan bonus is already a favor, you see others only get or yuan." Cheng Jin said mockingly.

Ye Chuan smiled slightly.

Since he was relatively new, perhaps this was understandable; but since Deputy Director Tan was aware of this, he did not remind him in time...

After taking a glance at Tan Jianye, Ye Chuan already knew what this old fox was thinking.

Isn't it just waiting to see the show? Is it just sitting there and dividing the spoils?

"Cheng Jin, may I ask if you take full responsibility for your actions?" Ye Chuan asked directly.

Facing Ye Chuan calling him by his name, Cheng Jin got angry, slammed his desk and stood up, shouting: "Ye Chuan! You are disorganized and undisciplined, too lawless!"

Ye Chuan said sarcastically: "Stop talking nonsense, Cheng Jin. Ask yourself, do you dare to take responsibility for this?" He asked coldly.

Cheng Jingang sneered in response: "What are you asking? I dare you!"

"Forget it, Song..."

Ye Chuan did not continue the conversation, but picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. "Hello, is this Brother Sun? I'm Ye Chuan, yes, that's me! Please put those waste materials that are going to be sent to us on hold for now! I may go over in the next few days, okay, then I'll trouble you, we can talk in detail when we meet!"

This is a call to the Second Electronics Factory in Beijing.

If it weren't for this phone call, Director Sun would have planned to load the waste materials and deliver them the next day.

Then, he dialed the next number. "Hello, is this the Red Star Steel Plant? Could you please transfer me to Director Yang's office? This is Ye Chuan."

After the operator contacted the office, Director Yang roughly learned that the call was from Ye Chuan, and immediately instructed to answer it. "Comrade Ye? It's been a while since we last met. Why don't you go to Uncle Xu's house for dinner recently? I was just looking for an opportunity to talk to you!"

On the other end of the phone, Ye Chuan smiled and said, "I'm just avoiding you because I'm afraid of causing trouble for you."

"Hey, you're just saying polite words.

How about this, we'll go to Uncle Xu's house for dinner next weekend, and I'll have the driver pick you up at 0200."

"No problem. I'm always on call."

"Ye Xiao, what's the matter with calling me?"

Looking at Cheng Jin, Ye Chuan continued, "Director Yang, can we temporarily store the waste materials sent to us this month? I want to ask after things here are resolved."

"I was just trying to figure out how to explain this to you. There have been a lot of problems with the cars at the factory lately. I wanted to ask Old Ye to come talk to you, but I didn't expect you to call me on your own initiative."

"That's great. Just put it in the warehouse for now. I'll arrange it as soon as the problem is resolved."

Director Yang keenly sensed something was wrong and asked, "Ye Xiao, are you in any trouble? Do you need help?" He was worried about Ye Chuan's concerns.

Ye Chuan smiled and assured: "Director, it's really okay, you don't have to worry."

Although he was worried, Director Yang still reminded: "If there is anything you can't handle, remember to call me or tell Chen Xiangdong.

Chen Xiangdong is the deputy director of our head office. If you need me, just help me. It's okay!"

"I will, and I won't cause you too much trouble then." After Ye Chuan answered, he heard a reproachful laugh, and the call was cut off.

Ye Chuan lit a cigarette and thought about it in his mind.

If the speculation is correct, Ye Chuan must have had some disputes with his superiors.

But are these leaders so foolish that they ignored such a valuable employee and let things go?

"No, I have to talk to Chen Xiangdong."

Director Yang put out his cigarette and dialed a number. "Hello, is this Chen Xiangdong? This is Old Yang! What do you mean? Can't we chat? It's nothing, just a little thing about Ye Chuan..."

Ye Chuan on the other side was completely unaware of this. He looked at Cheng Jin for a long time without saying anything, and then left the office. "Director Cheng, why did you deduct the employees' bonuses?" The regional branch's finance department asked in confusion.

Cheng Jin crossed his legs and said contemptuously, "Haha, you're pretending to be nice to me? Do you think you can scare me with just a few threats, comrade? Just keep the extra bonuses and distribute them to them as extra benefits."

The regional company's finance officer said firmly, "No, these bonuses are specifically for Ye Chuan and Han Dazhuang. You have no right to withhold them at will. I will report the actual situation to my superiors."

"Hey, how come you don't understand the ways of the world?" Cheng Jin began to get angry. "Director Cheng, I'm really sorry. If the district company asked you to come and collect it, then it has nothing to do with me. The money can't be left here. I can't bear this responsibility." Cheng Jin did not respond. He kept a relaxed expression on his face. He knew that the deputy district director and several department heads were on good terms with him, and the money would automatically return to him sooner or later.

After completing the financial management affairs of the branch, he prepared to leave. He had said everything he could, and there was no need to blame him if anything went wrong.

At this time, the office of the material recycling branch received a phone call, saying that in three days, the deputy director of the head office, Chen Xiangdong, and the director of the district company, Gao Wei, would visit the grassroots residential areas to inspect the work and asked them to be prepared to receive them.

Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Jin received a call from the district company. "Hello, is this Director Cheng? I am Director Wang Zhiyong from the district company." After hearing the name coming from the other end of the phone, Cheng Jin stood up instantly, as if he was talking face to face, and he responded respectfully: "Hello, Director Wang!"

"I have something to inform you: three days later, Deputy Director Chen Xiangdong and our Director Gao will come to your department for inspection. I hope you will be prepared for the reception." After hanging up the phone, Cheng Jin was a little surprised - it was quite rare for the deputy director of the headquarters and the district director to jointly inspect a small community.

But Ye Zi didn't care about this result.

He knew that the money could not have disappeared, and that sooner or later Cheng Jin would take the initiative to ask him to return it.

On the contrary, Fat Han was furious and kept blaming Cheng Jin.

He actually didn't care much about the shortfall in bonuses, he was mainly feeling sorry for Ye Chuan. "Fatty, don't be angry, they will spit out what they took in the end!" Ye Chuan seemed calm and composed, leaning against the tricycle to read a book, seemingly without any worries.

The problem Liu Xinyi is facing now is a sweet dilemma that is only slightly flawed - what to cook for dinner.

Since my son was born, he often brings all kinds of food home, ranging from meat and seafood, staple foods to various snacks.

Originally, her husband had to work hard to supplement his nutrition, but now he is no longer so busy.

In just two months, my husband had gained noticeably more weight and his complexion was much rosier than before.

The house was fully stocked with rice, flour, eggs, vegetables, and the three or four pound pork elbow that my son brought back.

She cooks pork knuckle in a pot and serves it with homemade garlic sauce so you can enjoy the delicious taste of the knuckle in the evening.

Soon, the whole house was filled with the aroma of pork elbows and the fragrance of broth.

The Jia family had not started cooking dinner yet. They were waiting for Qin Huairu to finish work and come home.

Jia Zhang had nothing to do and didn't even light a fire to knead the dough.

Jia Dabao got up at around four o'clock, still wondering after his lunch break: "What's that smell?" But Jia's mother said bluntly: "What else? The Ye family eats meat all day long. If they get fat, I won't care."

Hearing the aroma of the meat on the stick, Xiaoduo drooled and agreed, "It's so delicious!" They hadn't eaten meat for two months, and even the tiny bit of shredded meat in the remaining dishes was not enough for Jia Dongxu and his mother to eat.

He begged his mother: "Mom, can you go and see if you can buy some meat?"

Jia Zhang immediately refused, "I don't have any money. I'll talk about it after I get paid!" She also remembered the compensation Dabao had given her before, "Use the money Dabao gave you to buy two taels of pork to satisfy my craving."

On the other side, the Ye family's cooked pork elbows and the Jia family's meat aroma intertwined, forming a unique taste line of urban life, reflecting the different lifestyles and mental states of the two families.

Jia Zhang was extremely angry and snorted, "Don't dream! That's the money I want to use for my old age. How can I expect you to help me? I think I'd better take care of myself! Don't worry about my money. Doesn't your wife make money to support the family?"

Jia Dongxu was itching to give up. His mother was like a greedy Pi Xiu, who only took and would not let go. It was as difficult as ascending to heaven to get a penny from her.

The aroma became stronger and stronger, and Jia Dongxu's stomach growled with hunger. "The Ye family only knows how to arouse people's appetite, but they are not generous at all!" Jia Zhang also cursed dissatisfiedly. "Grandma, can you buy us some meat?" Banggeng begged. "Go, solve it yourself! Whoever wants my money, forget it!" Jia Zhang was impatient. Even if it was her grandchildren, she couldn't pay for it!

Bang Geng went out of the house in a depressed mood, feeling the aroma of meat gradually becoming stronger.

Find a solution yourself? What can I do?

He looked towards the Ye family and found that the door was open and Liu Yue was busy in the kitchen.

He thought to himself: "If only I grew up in the Ye family, I would have endless meat to eat every day."

Just as his thoughts were drifting away, Ma Xiaobao's voice came from beside him: "Banggeng, do you want to go out and play?"

Ma Xiaobao was one year younger, only about seven years old, and his nose was always hung with snot, no matter it was winter or summer.

Bang Geng started to think. "Xiao Bao, come here." He said. "What for?" Ma Xiao Bao asked curiously. "Don't you always envy my roller?" Bang Geng tempted.

Ma Xiaobao's eyes lit up and he asked happily, "Bang Geng, do you want to lend it to me?"

"If you want it, you have to listen to me!" Bang Geng continued.