Siheyuan: Since 51

The seal is a relief, two centimeters square. A circle is a two-millimeter pattern, with "拾慧" on the right in the middle and "虫二" on the left, divided into two vertical pieces, each with two linked strokes of artistic characters.

Mr. Zhou frowned slightly, looked at it, and thought about it, "Picking up the 2nd wise insect, what does it mean?"

Ma Sanli guessed, "It should be Mr. Shihui's personal seal."

Mr. Zhou was stunned. "Is this gentleman very famous?"

Ma Sanli explained: "Mr. Shihui wrote the lyrics and music for the recently popular songs "My Motherland and I", "My Chinese Heart", and "Descendants of the Dragon". He is also a master of quyi."

"Then what does the 'Chong Er' at the end mean?"

Ma Sanli shook his head slightly, "I don't know either."

Then he looked at Lin Zhiyuan, "Xiao Lin, do you know?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "It is indeed Shi Hui's personal seal. As for Chong Er, I don't know either."

What does Shihui’s private seal have to do with me, Lin Zhiyuan?

Ma Sanli looked suspicious, "Where did you get the folding fan?"

Lin Zhiyuan shrugged, "My university teacher knew Shi Hui, that's how it happened."

“You…” Ma Sanli closed the folding fan and placed it in front of Lin Zhiyuan, “It’s too valuable. I can’t accept it!”

Lin Zhiyuan pushed it over again, "Uncle Ma, you should accept it. The inscription is specifically for crosstalk, and it doesn't look good for me to hold it."

"This……"

Ma Sanli was still hesitating, but Mr. Zhou smiled and waved his hand, "Mikasa, take it. You don't have to be polite to your own nephew."

As they were talking, Zhou Liping came back carrying a lot of bags.

As soon as he entered the door, he said without hesitation, "Zhiyuan, come over and give me a hand."

Lin Zhiyuan stood up and walked forward.

Zhou Liping bought a lot of things, including four bottles of Fenjiu, four bottles of Beibingyang, a portion of braised pork, and two fish.

More than an hour later.

After preparing the meal, Tang Wenfang took Zhou Xiaomin to eat in the inner room.

Five grown men sat in the living room and started drinking.

Mr. Zhou is old and in poor health, so he didn't drink much and stopped at two taels.

The remaining four people drank and chatted.

In particular, Ma Sanli, who usually drank in moderation, drank a few more glasses, perhaps because it was a rare opportunity for him to get together with his master, or perhaps because he was happy about the folding fan.

It was past three o'clock and the wine was finished and everyone left.

Despite several people's attempts to persuade him to stay, Lin Zhiyuan forced himself to leave the Zhou family.

On the way, with the cold wind blowing and the alcohol taking effect, Lin Zhiyuan felt a little dizzy.

He staggered back home, fell asleep without saying a few words, and did not wake up until the next morning.

Arrived at the steel rolling mill and passed by the gate.

Security guard Song Yang stopped him with a smile, "Lin Ke, there are your packages and letters."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but be stunned. He thought a lot in an instant, especially when he thought of his uncle and aunt across the river, fearing that there would be bad news.

"Where did you get it from?"

Song Yang shrugged, "I don't know either. A young man was sent here yesterday afternoon."

Lin Zhiyuan was worried. He took the package and letters from the security room and hurried back to the office.

I couldn't wait to open it and finally my heart was at ease.

The letter was written by Zhu Dexi, who asked a Beijing university student to deliver it. He said that he was going on a business trip and would not be in the capital in the near future.

As for the package, it contained three sample books of "Little Soldier Zhang Ga".

The sample book is very thick, nearly two centimeters.

According to the custom at this time, turn the pages from right to left.

The cover has four large characters "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" and four small characters "Written by Shi Hui" written vertically.

Next to it, there is a stick figure drawing of a child holding a gun.

Open the cover and come to the title page, there are only a few words introducing the author.

At Lin Zhiyuan's request, the author himself was not mentioned. Only four songs, an article in the People's Daily, and a brief description of the work were mentioned.

The story line of the novel was borrowed, and Lin Zhiyuan can be considered a half-plagiarist.

After all, he put a lot of thought into describing it, and when he read the main text, Lin Zhiyuan felt a little proud.

"Boom boom boom!"

Just as I was watching with great interest, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyuan put down the book and responded, "Come in."

Chu Xiaoying pushed the door open and walked in.

"Lin Ke, many people in the suggestion box are asking, if there is no meeting on New Year's Day, will we still select outstanding employees?"

"Elect! However, we must learn from the last lesson and let each department and workshop nominate a few candidates and post the list at the entrance of the cafeteria."

Lin Zhiyuan said without hesitation, "Give everyone a week to get to know these people, and then vote and count them like last time. Broadcast the number of votes, and let the outstanding employees go to the warehouse to receive their awards."

After finishing writing, he handed the paper forward and said, "I've written something down, you can take it!"

When she came to the table and took the paper, Chu Xiaoying caught a glimpse of "Little Soldier Zhang Ga" and was immediately shocked.

"Wow, Mr. Shihui's work?"

As he said this, he picked it up and started flipping through it.

Then, he said depressedly: "What is the publishing house doing? Don't they introduce Mr. Shihui himself? Whether he is a man or a woman, old or young, they don't mention a word."

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Maybe he doesn't want to be famous."

Chu Xiaoying nodded vigorously, "Of course, Mr. Shihui is a man who is indifferent to fame and fortune!"

After saying that, he said eagerly, "Lin Ke, can you lend it to me to have a look?"

"Of course!"

Lin Zhiyuan responded casually, then said, "Xiaoying, you and Aimin are already together, so don't be so formal, just follow him and call me brother!"

Chu Xiaoying held the novel in her arms, not shying away, and said with a smile, "Okay, Brother Zhiyuan, I'll take the book."

"Go!"

As soon as the working hours were over, Chu Xiaoying announced the outstanding employee selection process through the radio.

In an instant, it sparked discussion.

Three days later, Chu Xiaoying collected candidate lists from various departments and sections and posted them on the bulletin board.

Another week passed, and on New Year's Day, a Thursday, our superiors requested that we not take a day off due to heavy workload.

Just like last time, we voted, counted and summarized the results, and finally got them in the afternoon.

When Lin Zhiyuan got the list, he was deeply surprised that only the top three were selected, and Liu Haizhong happened to be ranked third.

The reward was a bicycle. When I heard myself being mentioned on the radio, I was swinging a sledgehammer and almost sprained my waist.

"Xiao Wu, did you hear clearly, was it me?"

This is an honor, and his voice was trembling in his bangs.

"Master, yes, it's you!" Qin Huaiwu was also surprised. "The notice said to go directly to the warehouse to collect the reward."

"Good good!"

After saying three numbers in a row, Liu Haizhong turned around to ask for leave from the workshop director, and then trotted to the warehouse.

Returning to the courtyard, it caused an uproar.

Yan Bugui stood in the front yard, holding on to the bicycle and refusing to let go.

"Lao Liu, no, Uncle Er, don't be anxious, let me touch it."

Liu Haizhong grinned, propped up the bicycle, and stretched out his hand to signal, "Touch it, you touch it!"

Stroking the smooth frame and ringing the bell, Yan Bugui kept clicking his tongue, "Good, really good, really damn good!"

Everyone in the yard gathered around the bicycle, and voices of envy rose one after another.

Liu Guangqi got into the crowd, looked at the bicycle, and asked excitedly: "Dad, is it really ours? Is it really a reward from the factory?"

To Liu Haizhong, the voices in his ears represent reputation and ability, and promotion is just around the corner!

Liu Haizhong put his hands on his hips and was about to speak when an inopportune voice sounded.