Siheyuan: Since 51

Chen Qiming frowned and thought about it, then shook his head, "I can't remember. What are you doing here?"

"Okay." Lin Zhiyuan didn't force it, and handed over the plan instead. "I'm working in the publicity department of the steel mill now. This is the factory's publicity plan for our primary school."

Chen Qiming motioned for Lin Zhiyuan to sit down, then he took the plan back to his desk and began to read it.

After watching and writing and drawing for ten minutes, Chen Qiming looked up.

"Holding a flag-raising ceremony every Monday is very simple. Holding a patriotic singing competition can also be done. Holding regular class meetings and having the teacher tell patriotic stories, with some coordination, it won't be a big problem..."

Lin Zhiyuan smiled slightly, "Principal Chen, the school publicity work will be handed over to you. The factory will send someone to investigate immediately."

Chen Qiming smiled brightly, "Don't worry!"

After the two of them had a careful discussion on some details, Lin Zhiyuan said goodbye.

When I was walking out of the school, the get out of class was just over.

Lin Zhihao led seven or eight children and ran out of the Moon Gate.

When he ran into Lin Zhiyuan, he was stunned for a moment, and then he came to his senses and asked hurriedly: "Brother, why are you here at school?"

Lin Zhiyuan said casually: "It's about work."

Behind Lin Zhihao, a guy with a watermelon-like haircut tilted his head and frowned, saying, "Zhihao, is this your big brother? He doesn't look that strong, not even as strong as my dad!"

"Can I still lie to you?"

Lin Zhihao turned around and said, then turned to look at Lin Zhiyuan, "Brother, I'm not talking nonsense, it was Brother Damao and the others who said that."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but chuckle, "It's okay. What did they say about me?"

Watermelon-head interrupted, "They said you could kick someone several meters away."

Lin Zhihao's eyes rolled around, "Brother, why don't you show me a performance?"

"How should I perform? You can't let me kick someone for no reason, right?"

The watermelon-headed man came out and said, "I weigh 70 kilograms. If you can lift me up with one hand, I will believe it."

Seeing Lin Zhihao's expectant eyes, Lin Zhiyuan asked with a smile: "How do you carry it? Where do you hold it?"

Watermelon Head raised his head and said, "Pull my neck."

Lin Zhiyuan's face was full of black lines. He stretched out his hands and said, "Come on, cross your hands and raise them up."

Then he grabbed Watermelon Head's hand, lifted him up, and shook him back and forth.

This action immediately shocked a group of children and they opened their mouths wide!

Putting down the watermelon head, Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand, "Okay, I still have to go to work."

After Lin Zhiyuan left, a group of children surrounded Lin Zhihao and chattered non-stop.

"Zhihao, your elder brother is very strong, I believe he can kick people away!"

"I believe it too! Zhihao, what did your brother eat to grow up?"

……

Steel rolling mill, the main gate, a row of trucks are driving in.

Lin Zhiyuan came over and handed a cigarette to the security guard Song Yang, and asked with a smile: "Song Yang, what are you doing?"

Song Yang took the cigarette with a smile and explained, "Lin Ke, the purchasing team is worried that we won't be able to get tofu, so Team Leader Liang went to the south to buy soybeans. I heard there are a hundred tons of them. If we save them, we'll have enough for two years!"

Is Liang Zepeng back?

Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself, then smiled and said, "You know what, I really like eating pot-sticked tofu."

Song Yang chuckled, "It's not just you, we all love to eat it. You may not know that other factories also have tofu, but the quantity is too small and can't be used to make dishes alone. Only our steel rolling mill has it."

Then, he said mysteriously, "Lin Ke, I heard that the Beijing Suburban Cement Factory came to poach people some time ago and wanted Team Leader Zhang to go to their factory!"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, "How could Xiaomao leave?"

Song Yang nodded fiercely, then said angrily: "I was the one who registered that Director Liu from the cement factory. If I had known he was here to poach our people, I would not have let him in!"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed, "Talent is also an asset of our factory. You security department must protect it well."

"That's for sure!"

Back in the office, Lin Zhiyuan began writing a novel.

The outline was carefully checked some time ago and there are no loopholes.

Just as I wrote about Gazi entering Jixianju, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyuan stopped writing, looked up and said, "Come in."

Liang Zepeng pushed the door open carrying a small cloth bag.

"Hey, Team Leader Liang is back?" Lin Zhiyuan joked with a smile and gestured, "Sit down."

Liang Zepeng put the cloth bag on the coffee table and handed Lin Zhiyuan a cigarette. "Lin Ke, I don't care whether I am a team leader or not. In front of you, I will always be Xiao Liang."

Lin Zhiyuan took the cigarette, lit it, and said with a smile: "I'm not talking nonsense. You can go out and ask around. Now when the factory workers mention you, everyone gives you a thumbs up."

Liang Zepeng said with a smile: "Well, the previous generation planted trees and the next generation enjoyed the shade. I just picked up a bargain. If you hadn't sorted everything out in the first place, I wouldn't have been able to purchase soybeans."

"Okay, don't be modest, is everything going well on the road?"

Liang Zepeng smacked his lips. "The purchase went smoothly, but it took quite a while to arrange for the train to transport it back. I sent a telegram to Director Li and it was resolved smoothly."

"It's no big deal if there are some minor setbacks. It's also a good thing to take this opportunity to establish contact with the railway. The factory should be the one to handle it. You, on the other hand, also need to maintain a good relationship with the person in charge of the other party."

"I see."

Liang Zepeng nodded and pointed at the small cloth bag. "It's a rare trip to Yuhang, so I brought you some tea."

Lin Zhiyuan took a glance and said, "It looks like a lot. I'll give you how much it cost."

Liang Zepeng immediately became anxious, "Lin Ke, what are you doing? It's not worth much, how can I ask you for money?"

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head slightly. "Let's put it this way. This cloth bag is quite a lot. I definitely can't take it for nothing."

Liang Zepeng turned his head and said, "Then I definitely can't take your money."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but smile, then he thought of something, "Okay, I won't give you money, but I'll give you something good."

After saying that, he stood up and went to the desk.

He took out a one-foot-tall statue of a teacher from the cabinet on the left and put it down next to the coffee table.

"Then take him away!"

Liang Zepeng's eyes widened.

The rumors turned out to be true; Lin Ke really admired his teacher.

I heard that for this purpose, he even taught himself carving!

Moreover, looking at this statue, it is very lifelike and it is obvious that Lin Ke put a lot of effort into it.

"What are you standing there for? Take it away and leave the tea leaves behind. Otherwise, take the tea leaves with you."

"Come on, come on, I'll take it away." Liang Zepeng surrendered immediately.

After get off work, Liang Zepeng went home, hugging a statue of a teacher, but it made Lin Zhiyuan famous.

Before, it was only circulated in a small circle.

Now, Liang Zepeng's action, Lin Zhiyuan's admiration for the teacher, spread throughout the steel mill within the next day.

Lin Zhiyuan doesn’t matter. What’s wrong with me admiring him?

Many people followed suit and placed statues of teachers at home, which became a fashion for a while.

The business of the carving shops in Beijing has increased significantly.

Many stores don’t even have enough time to make the products and have already started booking queues.

Some people also set their sights on Lin Zhiyuan, and now someone has come to his door.