Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Ye Chuan had a good impression of him and asked him to continue to be in charge of warehousing work.

This job is inevitably exposed to the wind and sun, but it is a good choice for a relatively comfortable business site.

After becoming the deputy director, Fatty Han became much more free. He accompanied the data verification every day and became a special role in the site. "Why didn't Master Ye and Uncle Han come?" Aunt Liu and Uncle Wang, who were loudspeakers, were puzzled when they saw that there was still no waste collector at the door after buying vegetables. "Maybe they are all very busy!" Uncle Wang said with a smile. "I haven't seen them for almost two weeks, and I still miss them..." Aunt Liu added. "Your granddaughter and granddaughter are not enough for you to worry about!" Uncle Wang joked. "It's not quite the same." Aunt Liu shook her head and smiled, and walked ahead with the basket, but her steps were a little staggering.

Because of the old lady's bound feet, it was a little difficult for her to follow Uncle Wang: "Old man, can you please slow down?" But Uncle Wang ignored her reproach and walked straight ahead.

He knew he would be turning 70 next week, and he didn't care that his children might ignore it, so he slowed down his pace.

After entering the house, the two elders were surprised to see a man and a woman sitting in the living room. "Yuxiu, Zhiqiang, why don't you go to work?" Aunt Liu asked in surprise.

If Ye Chuan was here, he would be surprised, because the person sitting on the sofa was his future mother-in-law, Wang Yuxiu. The world was really magical. "Mom and Dad, you're back. I had nothing to do at work this morning, so I wanted to talk to you about my father's birthday. I didn't expect Yuxiu to be here too." Wang Zhiqiang explained, taking the basket of vegetables from his father, and turned to smile at Wang Yuxiu.

Wang Yuxiu took the basket and said, "Brother, I never thought you would have free time at work."

The two old people turned on the electric fan, took a breath and sat down, while their children sat down on the chairs beside them. "How is Lin Hua's work there?" Uncle Wang asked, lighting a cigarette.

He knew that Wang Zhiqiang and his wife worked at the university. The husband was in charge of administration, while the wife was in research. They were busier than the husband. "Not too busy. The school recently gave them new research assignments," Wang Zhiqiang replied.

When he heard the name "Tong Yousheng", Wang Zhiqiang's face darkened and he snorted contemptuously.

Wang Yuxiu put on a forced smile and replied, "Dad, the work at the factory is very tight right now, and sometimes we have to work overtime."

Wang Zhiqiang said dissatisfiedly: "Remember back then, we all opposed you to marry a worker, but you insisted on marrying him... Look at you now, you are taking care of the kids at home every day, and your life is very tight."

Wang Yuxiu lowered her head and said, "Husband, it's been so many years, Yaoyao is already 22 years old, are you still worried about Tong Yousheng?"

"My opinion is small? I was the one who introduced Gao Tiancheng to you, and you agreed.

Who knew Tong Yousheng would suddenly appear, and you actually had a mutual understanding with him, which ended up causing a rift between me and Tiancheng.

Otherwise, I would at least be a vice president now!" Wang Zhiqiang became more and more excited.

At that time, he and Gao Tiancheng were best friends, and the latter loved his sister very much.

Wang Yuxiu and her entire family agreed to this marriage.

Who knew that fate would make Wang Yuxiu and Tong Yousheng become friends, and then promised to spend the rest of their lives together, but she gave up Gao Tiancheng.

This was a huge hatred for Gao Tiancheng, and since then a rift has arisen between him and Wang Zhiqiang. Although they can still communicate on the surface, they have almost no contact with each other in private.

Many years later, Gao Tiancheng became the dean of the school and he also moved into a management position.

If it weren't for that incident, his career would have been more successful.

At this time, Uncle Wang spoke up: "How can a big brother be so petty? More than 20 years have passed and you are still holding a grudge? What happened to Tong Yousheng? Although he is a worker, he is honest and reliable, and he is good to Yuxiu and Yaoyao. He is not a suspicious person like you!"

Wang Zhiqiang was very afraid of his father. Even when he was fifty years old, he was often frightened by his father's punishment.

Hearing this, he was a little incoherent: "Dad... I really don't have that many thoughts."

"Hey! Do you think I don't know all this?" The old father's voice revealed understanding and dissatisfaction.

With the support of the old man, Wang Zhiqiang softened his tone a little.

Then, Wang Yuxiu said, "Mom, Dad, and Big Brother, I want to tell you something."

Aunt Yu asked kindly, "What's the matter? What do you need at home?"

As Tong's only daughter, Aunt Yu doted on her and often subsidized her secretly. If it were only Tong Yousheng's income, purchasing large appliances like sewing machines and those books would be a lot of money for the Tong family.

Wang Yuxiu shook her head and said, "Mom, everything is fine at home, but... Yaoyao has a boyfriend."

The three were surprised to hear the news, especially Wang Zhiqiang, who although did not like his brother-in-law very much, was extremely fond of his niece Tong Yao.

Like Wang Yuli, Tong Yao inherited the Wang family's excellent bloodline. Both sisters are rare beauties in the community and are often surrounded by suitors.

Aunt Yu smiled and said, "Yaoyao has a boyfriend. What does the guy do for a living?"

Wang Yuxiu responded vaguely: "Yaoyao's boyfriend is also a worker, but he is very friendly and well-educated, and he treats her very well!"

Hearing this, Wang Zhiqiang couldn't help but snorted again: "Yuxiu, you are really blinded by a single leaf and can't see the big picture.

What's the point of being a good person? No matter how good a worker is, he is only good enough to be a workshop director. He has no future! Given Yaoyao's conditions, can't she find someone better?"

Aunt Yu also nodded in agreement, thinking that choosing a son-in-law was a big deal that would affect her daughter's lifelong happiness and should be treated with caution. "But how can we break up someone because of this?" Aunt Yu was puzzled.

Wang Zhiqiang responded: "Why? Although there is no need for horoscope matching nowadays, if you strongly object, I believe Yaoyao will understand! If you let you do this, Yaoyao will blame you sooner or later!"

"Alright!" Uncle Wang slammed his cane and said with a sullen look on his face, "You look down on this and that, do you think you are so great? I think workers are very good! Without the hard work and dedication of the workers, who would build our country? I just want Yaoyao to be happy, no matter if she is a worker or a cadre! Yuxiu, on my birthday next week, let Yaoyao bring the boy here, and I will evaluate him as a grandfather!"

"Dad, this is too hasty. Yaoyao is only 20 years old!" Wang Zhiqiang wanted to stick to his principles. "Humph, have you seen the boy? Seeing is believing. It's not too late to make a conclusion after investigating it thoroughly!"

Wang Zhiqiang knew that continuing to refute would only anger his father, so he remained silent.

He knew that any more arguments would only result in a cane.

Aunt Yu smiled and said, "Yuxiu, don't buy anything when you come. Every penny you earn is hard-earned. We have everything you need at home."

Just as Wang Yuxiu was about to speak, Wang Zhiqiang stood up and took out a big unity and some tickets. "Mom and Dad, here are pork tickets, fish tickets, and two Xifeng wine tickets. You two should prepare early."

The aunt gladly accepted her son's financial support. Although she was not short of money, she knew that the thoughtfulness of her only son always made the two elders feel at ease.

Yuxiu stood up and put the cloth bag in her hand on the coffee table. "Dad, I brought you a bottle of wine from Yaoyao's boyfriend.

We only drank half a bottle at the time, and Yaoyao was reluctant to give away the rest, so she asked me to bring it over."

Wang Zhiqiang glanced at the bag with contempt, thinking, what can the workers give out of consideration? At most, it's Zhuyeqing or Fenjiu. Maybe rural workers like Tong Yousheng would regard such things as treasures.

The old man and his son shared the same view. Although he thought the workers might not be able to produce any high-end wine, he knew it was a token of his daughter's love, so he smiled and said, "Tell Yousheng that I want to thank him very much for thinking of me."

Aunt Yu has different ideas.

There was a hint of pride in her daughter's words, and she was keenly aware of that little bit of pride, even if her sons were not aware of it.

Could it be the top-quality wine that her daughter mentioned? She pulled the bag closer to herself, untied it, and pulled out a box of hidden wine, which turned out to be Maotai, which was hard for them to get. "Maotai?" Wang Zhiqiang was surprised.

Uncle Wang was speechless for a moment. He could never have expected that the bag contained Maotai instead of the Erguotou that they usually drank?

Yuxiu said proudly: "Yaoyao's boyfriend brought two bottles of Maotai and two packs of Qianmen brand cigarettes. Because Yousheng likes smoking very much, he kept the cigarettes for himself and asked me to bring them to you."

The old man looked at the mellow Moutai on the table, his heart filled with desire.

Although he was treated well, he did not drink Moutai often.

He looked at his son with a smile, not quite a smile. "Still disdainful? Wang Zhiqiang, how many times in your life will you have the chance to taste Moutai?"

It was almost time to get off work, and Ye Chuan was already ready to go out.

He made an appointment with Tong Yao to have dinner together in the evening. He has not been to famous restaurants in Beijing such as Quanjude, Donglaishun, and even Lao Mo.

But as the shift was about to end, the guard at the door brought a message: there was a jeep waiting outside.

Generally speaking, the cars that came to see him were those of high-ranking leaders, but Mr. Xu's car was not a Jeep, but an HQ sedan. So who owned that Jeep?

When we arrived at the gate, we saw that it was the factory director Yang's work car parked there.

Ye Chuan remembered clearly that Director Yang's driver was named Ji and was an experienced driver. "Hello, Master Ji, how come you are here?" He was a little surprised by the greeting gift. Although they had communicated, they were not so familiar with each other.

Seeing that Ye Chuan had a wide range of friends and was very close to the factory director, Master Ji did not dare to act arrogantly. He had originally been quite hesitant about how to address this young friend.

Calling him "Xiao Ye" was too friendly but lacked respect, calling him "Xiao Chuan" was too casual, and calling him by his name was too serious. Fortunately, the messenger reminded me that Ye Chuan was now the deputy director. "Hello, Director Yang sent me to invite you to attend the appointment with Mr. Xu." Master Ji respectfully explained his purpose.

Hearing this, Ye Chuan was secretly surprised: "Director Yang clearly didn't contact me this afternoon."

He explained: "I was busy in the yard all afternoon today. The district company came to pick up the goods, so I didn't answer the phone."

"Then please wait for a moment," Ye Chuan said, then went back to the office to tidy up, said goodbye to the fat man Han, and left work.