Siheyuan: Since 51

Jia Dongxu's face showed confusion again.

Luo Yuying lowered her head and asked again, "Bang Geng, are you sorry?"

The little terrier cried loudly and fluttered his limbs, "No, I won't..."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't bear to watch it anymore and shook his head.

"Luo Yuying, there's nothing wrong with you wanting to educate your child. No matter how hard you beat him now, it's meaningless. Even if you apologize, it's just a confession forced out of him by torture."

After saying that, he picked up little Shufan from Qin Huairu's arms and added, "Okay, I forgive Xiaobanggeng on behalf of my son."

Without waiting for Luo Yuying to respond, Lin Zhiyuan called out, "Secretary Wang, we've been talking for a long time, come to my house for a cup of tea."

Wang Xiuyun was startled, then smiled and said, "Okay."

As everyone in the courtyard left, the meeting ended.

Jia Zhang rushed forward angrily and snatched the stick from Luo Yuying's arms, "My dear grandson, don't cry, grandma is here."

Luo Yuying was in despair. She squatted on the ground, lost in thought, thinking about what Lin Zhiyuan had just said. After a long while, she smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah, what's the point?"

Jia Dongxu bent down and supported her again, "Yuying, go home first. We will take our time in educating Banggeng."

Yi Zhonghai also advised, "Yuying, get up, this matter cannot be rushed."

Hearing this, Yi Mingxin, who was moving the square table, couldn't help but sneer.

After much persuasion, Lin Cuilan and his wife, and Qin Mancang and his wife, have agreed to work in the city, and have also notified their eldest son in the village.

Just wait for Lin Zhiyuan to get a suitable job, then clean up the family property and move into the city.

Lin Zhiyuan's office.

Lin Zhiyuan and Li Huaide, each holding a Daqianmen cigarette, were sitting on the sofa.

After taking a puff of cigarette, Lin Zhiyuan asked, "Brother Li, how big of an impact does Hao Zhengyi's incident have?"

Li Huaide raised his eyebrows and sat up, "Why, what do you think?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Well, there are a few relatives who want to be arranged to work in the factory."

Li Huaide frowned slightly, "You want to be arranged to work as a cadre in the factory?"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand. "That's not the case. An ordinary worker will do."

"That's nothing. They're just a few workers."

Li Huaide was speechless and asked, "How many people are there? How old are they?"

"Four people, my father-in-law and uncle, about 45 years old. My eldest brother-in-law and cousin, about 27 or 28 years old."

"Leave it to me," Li Huaide said without hesitation, waving his hand, "What about the house? What do you think?"

"It would be best if my eldest brother-in-law and cousin each had three rooms, and as for my father-in-law and aunt, two rooms would be fine."

"At most half a month."

Li Huaide finished speaking and raised his eyebrows. "For four people, you are asked to find a bottle of tiger bone wine. Is that not too much?"

"Too much! That's quite excessive!"

Lin Zhiyuan joked, and with a smile, he stretched out two fingers and gestured, "One month at most, two bottles."

"Hahaha."

Li Huaide laughed, "It's settled then. I'm waiting."

After finishing his work, Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs, took a puff of cigarette and blew out a few smoke rings.

The two of them chatted casually.

With a "clang", the door was pushed open.

Then, Zhou Liping walked in carelessly and closed the door. "Hey, Director Li, you're here too. It saves me from running around."

Lin Zhiyuan frowned and scolded, "You are the only one who came into my office without even knocking."

Li Huaide laughed, "Zhiyuan, forget about you. You didn't even knock when you entered my office."

Zhou Liping was not embarrassed. He picked up the cigarette box from the coffee table, took out a cigarette, put the rest into his pocket, and chuckled.

"Tianjin Bicycle Factory, Guan Kanghou is here again. He brought some good stuff this time. He was looking for you two."

Li Huaide and Lin Zhiyuan looked at each other, put down their crossed legs and stood up.

Lin Zhiyuan asked as he walked: "What is that? A positive tricycle. Hasn't it been delivered once before?"

Li Huaide was also curious, "Yeah, what good things can a bicycle factory produce?"

Zhou Liping didn't say anything, but smiled and said, "You two can find out if you go and take a look."

"Still keeping us in suspense."

In front of the warehouse.

Guan Kanghou instructed the workers to unload the truck, "Slow down, this is good stuff, don't bump it."

Beside him, Liang Zepeng couldn't help but remind him, "Put in some sacks!"

The three of them came in a hurry.

Li Huaide smiled heartily, stepped forward and greeted him, "Director Guan, what good stuff did you bring this time?"

Guan Kanghou pointed with his finger and said, "See? A proper motorcycle tricycle. It's better than a rickshaw, right?"

When I looked up, I saw that it was indeed a motorcycle tricycle. I moved closer and took a closer look. I found that its shape was straight and the overall feel lacked of streamline.

Even so, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised, "Director Guan, awesome!"

Guan Kanghou's mouth was filled with pride, but he waved his hand modestly.

"Well, thanks to you for reminding us to make a tricycle, we were able to draw inferences from it and use our imagination."

As he spoke, he smacked his lips and said, "It's a pity that Shancheng developed a four-wheeled motorcycle last year. I don't know if our superiors will approve the construction of a factory for our three-wheeled motorcycles."

Lin Zhiyuan laughed and joked, "Okay, Director Guan, are you sending the samples?"

Guan Kanghou touched his chin and said, "How is that possible? This is the third car. I was thinking of selling it to you to help the factory get some money back."

"Hahaha!"

Li Huaide joked: "You didn't even say hello, what if we don't want it?"

Guan Kanghou spread his hands and said, "Then I will take it back and find another buyer."

As he was speaking, the tricycle had been unloaded.

Several people rushed forward, and Li Huaide ordered: "Ze Peng, go to the transport team and get some oil."

Then he turned around and asked, "Director Guan, gasoline or diesel?"

"gasoline."

Guan Kanghou said, a little embarrassed, "Actually, it doesn't require any technical skills. For the first half, we bought the front of the car from a car repair shop in Beijing, and then we simply added a truck bed."

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Creativity is also a technology."

After saying that, he jumped on holding the handlebars, tried the driving position, and it felt pretty good.

After a while, Liang Zepeng came running over carrying a tin bucket.

Behind him, Sun Zhenshan came to watch the fun.

Accepting the memory, Lin Zhiyuan also knew how to ride. He simply checked if there were any changes, filled the gas tank, kicked it twice, and started it successfully.

After two laps, which was quite exciting, I returned to the original position, turned off the engine, and got out of the car.

Li Huaide and the others asked in unison: "How is it?"

Lin Zhiyuan patted the motorcycle tricycle and said happily: "It's powerful and easy to ride. If it can carry enough weight, it will definitely be a good thing."

"What is load-bearing?"

Guan Kanghou glared and said, "As long as it can be loaded, load it as much as possible. If it can't be pulled anymore, just unload it."

Lin Zhiyuan's forehead suddenly became dark and he forgot about it.

"No, Director Guan, we still need to test the load capacity, right? What if, I mean, the weld breaks on the way?"

Li Huaide didn't think so. "Zhiyuan, you are a driver, but how can you say that your car has a load capacity?"

Then he waved his hand and said, "Director Guan, you, Zepeng, and Liping, sit in the office for a while. I'll go see if everyone is here. If they are, we'll have a meeting to discuss it right away."