Siheyuan: Since 51

After putting away the manuscript, Lin Zhiyuan looked up and said, "Come in."

Dong Xiuqi smiled and pushed the door open, "Zhiyuan, would you like to chat for a few minutes?"

When an old fox shows up, there must be something fishy going on.

Lin Zhiyuan was startled, then stood up and greeted him with a smile, "Okay, I'll make a pot of tea and we can drink while we chat."

The tea was brewed, the cigarettes were lit, and the two of them sat on either side of the sofa.

Lin Zhiyuan did not speak in a hurry, and Dong Xiuqi just smoked and drank tea quietly.

Five or six minutes later.

Dong Xiuqi suddenly said, "Zhiyuan, I need to move."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan felt a little disturbed.

Li Huaide had mentioned it earlier, saying that it had not passed. Now Dong Xiuqi has admitted it himself, so it is probably true.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Isn't the steel mill good?"

"Good and bad."

Dong Xiuqi sighed slowly, speaking in a calm tone.

"In my early years, I worked underground. To win and to save my life, I had to do whatever it took. Coming to the steel mill, stepping out of the dark and into the sunlight, was very difficult for me to adapt to."

Lin Zhiyuan picked up the thermos and added water to the teacup without interrupting.

Dong Xiuqi tapped the coffee table with his fingertips in response.

"When I was at my wit's end, you showed up."

Dong Xiuqi raised his eyebrows and chuckled.

"I don't believe you, a truck driver, who has no brains. I don't believe you, but I don't believe you, and I saw you for the first time, and your behavior was particularly extreme."

Lin Zhiyuan also knew that he was just a greenhorn when he first traveled through time, and his performance was not as good as the original owner. He was more like a clown.

"Silly and naive, he naively thought that he could sit back and relax by being an ostrich at the bottom, but his performance was too stiff."

Dong Xiuqi smoked another cigarette and agreed, "That's right. I couldn't help anyway, so I might as well drag you out to mess things up so that I can catch fish in muddy waters."

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but ask, "What would have happened if I had greeted you with a smile at the beginning?"

"I'll pull you in just the same."

Dong Xiuqi took a puff of his cigarette and said, "I don't trust the management, and I don't know many grassroots employees. Compared with workshop workers, truck drivers are more acceptable."

Then he smiled and asked, "After all, truck drivers who travel all over the country are knowledgeable and have some mature suggestions, which are more reasonable, right?"

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head slightly. "That is to say, no matter what, you will drag me into the game, right?"

"Why do you ask even though you already know?"

Dong Xiuqi asked back, and then continued: "It's a pity that things are unpredictable. The arrival of the troops disrupted my plan, and Chu Chen's promotion has added uncertainty."

Lin Zhiyuan still had a smile on his face, but his tone fluctuated.

"In other words, my father died by chance, right?"

As he spoke, he laughed out loud, "Hahaha, luckily the troops are here, otherwise...stealing someone's money is like killing their parents. Don't you know what I will face? What if I die unfortunately?"

"I will give you a grand ceremony."

Dong Xiuqi looked calm and casually added, "It's normal to have sacrifices."

"Then why not you?"

Lin Zhiyuan asked immediately, his eyes stern, and sneered: "Wouldn't it be better if you committed suicide directly in the factory office instead of dragging me into the game?"

Dong Xiuqi was stunned for a moment.

Lin Zhiyuan threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray and raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, "So, what are you?"

"I……"

Dong Xiuqi's defense was broken. After a few seconds, he shook his head and denied it, "No, you are wrong. I will not accept it until I see the mission completed."

"Hahaha, you're not willing to give up?"

Lin Zhiyuan laughed again, "Comrade, your thoughts are not pure and your consciousness is not high enough!"

As he spoke, he took a sip of tea. "Without you, Dong Xiuqi, would there be no Zhao Xiuqi or Qian Xiuqi? Who doesn't know how to drink tea?"

For a moment, the office fell silent.

One minute, five minutes, ten minutes...

After more than half an hour, Dong Xiuqi stood up dejectedly like a deflated ball and slowly walked towards the door.

He walked out, closed the door, and said, "I'll give you a piece of advice. It's not easy to be a lone minister."

Lone minister?

Who the hell wants to be a lone minister?

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, tidied up the table, returned to his desk, and found that he could no longer calm down.

The sentence "It's not easy to be a lone minister" lingered in my mind for a long time.

Open windows, doors and ventilate.

Lin Zhiyuan came to the sofa, lit a cigarette, and sat in a daze.

"Zhiyuan, why are you in a daze? Are you still drunk from yesterday?"

When Lin Zhiyuan came to his senses, he found that the Daqianmen cigarette had burned out without him even taking a puff. Fortunately, he used a bluestone cigarette holder, otherwise it would have been too hot.

Li Huaide closed the door and sat down, waving his hand in front of Lin Zhiyuan.

"Hey, you're really not awake?"

Lin Zhiyuan smiled and said without explaining, "A little bit."

Li Huaide smacked his lips, "I asked you to be a hero, but who would have thought that you would actually drink from the bottle? That's liquor."

After chatting for a while, Li Huaide said excitedly: "Zhiyuan, I have good news for you. The old boss is leaving, and it won't be long."

"Ok, I know."

Lin Zhiyuan nodded, "He just came here for no apparent reason and told me about it."

"Did he tell you?"

Li Huaide was startled, then laughed and said, "Isn't this a psycho? What's wrong with me telling you? Shall we shake hands and make peace before we leave?"

"I don't understand either."

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head. "The most important thing is, before leaving, he gave me some advice, saying that it's not easy to be a lone minister."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Huaide suddenly stopped smiling, and after a long while he replied, "What a fucking old fox! Before he left, he didn't forget to set a trap for us."

Lin Zhiyuan was puzzled, "Where is the pit?"

Li Huaide laughed a few times and explained.

"He doesn't understand you. He reminds you that it's hard to get promoted if you don't get in touch with your superiors. He also doesn't understand our relationship. Think about it, if you want to get promoted, will there be friction between us?"

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and thought for a long time. He always felt that it was not that simple, but what Lao Li said made sense.

"Brother Li, let's not talk about him anymore. It's meaningless. Let's talk about the position of factory director. Do you have confidence? I don't want another blind man to disturb the peace."

"It's hard to say. My father-in-law is working on it, but he hasn't given me any confirmation yet."

Li Huaide took a puff of cigarette and said, "Zhiyuan, I have an immature idea. I want to talk to Chu Chen about it. Do you think it's appropriate?"

Lin Zhiyuan thought about it and said uncertainly: "We are eating at the same table. If you put down your attitude, you should have a chance!"

"I thought so too. He's already one step ahead of me, so it won't be shabby for me to be humble and subservient."

Li Huaide said, and stood up directly, "I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to go and sit with him first."

"to make."

September 6th, Saturday.

The weather is unusual, and even when I opened the windows for ventilation, I could still hear the rolling heat.

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't stop holding the blank folding fan in his hand.

I finally made it to the end of get off work and finally felt better.

As a result, I was stopped as I was pushing my bicycle out of the factory gate.

"Zhiyuan, come with me."