Siheyuan: Since 51

Chang Chunyan from the Welfare Department was standing at the door holding a document.

Lin Zhiyuan raised his head and waved his hand, "Come in."

Hearing the response, Chang Chunyan strode forward and sat down opposite the desk.

"Master Lin, this is the revised high temperature subsidy plan, please take a look."

After a period of contact, Chang Chunyan also had some understanding of Lin Zhiyuan's working style.

As long as you don't cause trouble, you generally won't make things difficult for others.

But if you do something wrong, you won't be forgiven.

Lin Zhiyuan reached out to take the document and lowered his head to read it.

After a few minutes, he raised his head and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across the corner of his mouth.

Then he threw the document on the table and asked with a smile.

"Comrade Chang Chunyan, isn't it inappropriate to classify employees into different levels?"

Chang Chunyan was startled and quickly stopped smiling.

"Master Lin, didn't you say we should make a distinction?"

"The distinction is correct, but the basis is problematic."

Lin Zhiyuan snorted lightly, and the displeasure on his face deepened.

"Shouldn't we consider the actual situation and distinguish between front-line workers and logistics? Based on level, what kind of logic is this?"

"I……"

Chang Chunyan couldn't help but lower her voice, pondered for a moment, and chose to shut up.

Lin Zhiyuan leaned back and tapped the table rhythmically with his right fingertips.

“We are a trade union, representing all workers, not factory leaders, let alone senior workers.

Last time you adopted a one-size-fits-all approach and distributed them all uniformly, so I’m reminding you.

In the end, this is all you got?

The specific work content of each position is what you should focus on.

Projectionists and purchasing agents run around every day, and front-line workers endure the high temperature of the big iron furnace.

You are an office worker, how can you get the same subsidy as them, or even higher?"

As he spoke, he tapped the table and said coldly: "Take it back and redo it!"

After Chang Chunyan left, Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette.

The official-centered system that has existed for thousands of years is deeply rooted!

Chang Chunyan acted quickly and resubmitted the proposal in less than a week.

According to the specific work content of each position, it is divided into three levels, with subsidies of 1, 2 and 3 respectively.

Only then did Lin Zhiyuan sign with satisfaction.

If you can't change the overall situation, just do your best within your ability.

Time flies and it is after the New Year.

Even though people were enthusiastic, they also revealed a sense of coldness at this moment.

Last September, the First National Congress was held and the May Fourth Constitution was promulgated, which was of far-reaching significance.

It ensures that the people are the masters of the country and also establishes the basic principle of governing the country according to law…

The biggest manifestation of ordinary people at the bottom of society is the confidence on their faces, which is even stronger.

In early spring, the nights are as cold as ice.

Small courtyard, under the tree.

Lin Zhiyuan was holding a letter, lost in thought.

The letter was written by Lin Zhihui.

He said he was not in Beijing and it was inconvenient for him to go home. He expressed deep regret for not being able to spend the New Year at home. Now everything is fine and I can relax.

He also said that he was planning to marry Ye Lingyi on May 5th, and although they couldn't meet face to face, he hoped to receive blessings from far away in Beijing.

The words are light-hearted and the paper is full of laughter.

There's even a joke at the end.

Let him tell Lin Zhihao: Second brother promised to build a wide road, it depends on whether he dares to try it when the time comes.

No address was left, and Lin Zhiyuan knew it clearly.

I look up at the moon, it is still the same; I look down at the letter, it is too short.

After a long time, Lin Zhiyuan felt that he had an extra coat on his body and came back to his senses and looked sideways.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "It's so cold outside, why did you come outside? Aren't you afraid of freezing?"

As he spoke, he raised his chin and asked with a smile, "What did Zhihui say in the letter?"

"Well, nothing much, just chatting about some family matters and saying that he had a lot of schoolwork and wouldn't be able to go home for a long time."

Qin Huairu took Lin Zhiyuan's arm, bent her head, leaned lightly on his shoulder, and asked.

"Is Zhihui carrying out a secret mission?"

Lin Zhiyuan opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "I can guess it even if you don't tell me. Look at other college students, none of them are like Zhihui? He doesn't even go home for the New Year, catching up with his uncle and aunt."

"he……"

After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhiyuan looked up at the sky and said leisurely, "I guess so. Maybe he is installing a backbone for the dragon."

After saying that, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, "By the way, Luo Yuying is pregnant again, and Jia Dongxu is showing off in front of me every day, should we hurry up?"

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand and pinched Lin Zhiyuan, and said coquettishly: "Can you blame me for this? Haven't I tortured you enough?"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and put the letter into his pocket, which was actually the space, and signaled with his eyes.

"Let's go back to the house and fight for three hundred rounds! I want my daughter!"

"Humph, if only he were a son."

A few days later, March 3nd.

The people who came from the subdistrict office were two officials, Wang Xiuyun and Wu Mingjie.

The three uncles received the notice early and had organized a meeting for the entire hospital before the two arrived.

Middle Court.

The square table and the seats were still the same, the only difference was that there was no enamel pot in front of Yi Zhonghai, but instead a can.

Liu Haizhong stood up, coughed lightly a few times, waved his hand, and spoke.

"Everyone, be quiet. Under the leadership of the organization, the care of the street office, and everyone's cooperation, our neighborhood is harmonious..."

Seeing Liu Haizhong's long speech, Wang Xiuyun frowned slightly and couldn't help but interrupt him.

"Lao Liu, we are short on time, so let's be brief."

Liu Haizhong looked embarrassed and said angrily, "Well, please invite Secretary Wang from the Street Office to preside over the meeting of the whole hospital."

Yi Zhonghai smiled, curling the corners of his lips.

Yan Bugui was at his ease, fiddling with the enamel pot.

Three circles inside, three circles outside, everyone couldn't help but chuckle.

Wang Xiuyun stepped forward and clapped her hands.

"Today, I have something to announce to you. The second set of RMB is officially issued. Everyone should go to the bank to exchange it as soon as possible. The exchange rate is 10,000 old banknotes for one new banknote."

Before he finished speaking, discussions broke out one after another.

"Change money? What money?"

"That's right. It won't be like the gold yuan coupons. After a few times, the money will become unusable, right?"

……

Wang Xiuyun turned around and came to the square table, patting the table several times, "Be quiet and listen to me."

As he spoke, he looked around and saw that the scene was quiet again, and his words were very sincere.

"Everyone can rest assured that the money is still the same and its purchasing power will not change. The old banknotes will not be allowed to circulate for long."

On the side, Wu Mingjie also explained.

"In order to ensure that everyone's money does not depreciate, the bank will use the savings unit as the salary calculation unit. Have you all forgotten? We must trust the organization."

After this statement was made, many people nodded in agreement.

"That makes sense! I saved money in the bank, and now prices have gone up, but I didn't lose anything. I could buy the same amount of things as before."

"Hehe, that's right. The price of corn flour has increased by more than a thousand, but the bank compensated me for it."

……

Hearing the noises coming one after another, the two officials, Wang and Wu, looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, as they were afraid that someone would cause trouble.

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhang's triangular eyes rolled and she jumped out.