Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Zhiyuan's face was full of disbelief, his eyes widened, "Brother Li, why?"

Li Huaide looked helpless and sighed.

"I didn't want to either. I contacted other people to make an exchange, and you passed the promotion to deputy section chief smoothly. But unexpectedly, Chu Chen suddenly proposed to transfer you to the publicity department."

Lin Zhiyuan stared at Li Huaide for a long time without saying anything. He seriously suspected that Li wanted to take the opportunity to kick him out, promote Liang Zepeng, and take complete control of the purchasing team.

"Xiao Lin, don't think too much. Because of you, the logistics work is going smoothly. How could I bear to let you go, right?"

After pondering for a moment, Lin Zhiyuan felt that there was some truth in it and nodded slightly.

"If you can't figure it out, you can talk to Chu Chen."

As he spoke, Li Huaide comforted him, "Don't think too much. Going to the Propaganda Department won't affect our friendship. Besides, the deputy section chief is in charge of the work, and the regular section chief is much better than the purchasing team."

"I understand, Brother Li."

From the very beginning, Lin Zhiyuan was reluctant to join the purchasing team, but was forced to do so. He had no choice but to accept the reality.

Not only were there sufficient reserves of supplies, but Zhou Liping was also sent to the warehouse.

It can be said that if there are no changes, Lin Zhiyuan will definitely be as comfortable as possible in the purchasing group from now on.

With a lot of question marks on his mind, Lin Zhiyuan went upstairs and came to Chu Chen's office.

After one long knock and two short ones, he knocked on the door, got permission, and pushed it open and walked in.

"Brother Chu, are you busy?"

"Xiao Lin, come, sit down and talk." Chu Chen raised his head and put down his pen. "When we work together in the future, we need to pay attention to the job titles when we are working."

After that, he chuckled, "I heard that your group from Tianjin got fifty bicycles, and your ability is particularly outstanding! When you come to the Propaganda Department, do you have the confidence to achieve more success?"

With a chuckle, Lin Zhiyuan asked, "Director Chu, why was I suddenly transferred to the Propaganda Department?"

Leaning back, Chu Chen raised an eyebrow, "Why, you don't want to assist me with my work?"

"cant!"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hands quickly, "I am a brick of the revolution, I will move wherever I am needed. Isn't this a bit curious?"

"In order to protect you, go back and think about it slowly."

Chu Chen did not say it out loud, but said: "The organization has always attached great importance to propaganda work. Look at our steel mill, the propaganda department is non-existent. This is definitely not okay. You have a heavy responsibility! How to carry out the work, you should think about it carefully, I will take you there next Monday."

Lin Zhiyuan was speechless. Why were you playing guessing games? If you had something to say, couldn't you just say it directly?

"Okay, I got it!"

Chu Chen picked up the pen again and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, by the way, I have a chance to go to college."

Come again?

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned. Why do they all want me to go to college?

Seeing that Lin Zhiyuan didn't speak for a long time, Chu Chen explained with a smile.

"Diplomas will only become more and more important, and organizations will be more confident in entrusting key tasks to people with academic qualifications."

After leaving Chu Chen's office, Lin Zhiyuan returned to the purchasing team to hand over his work.

As expected, the person who took over was Liang Zepeng.

Liang Zepeng is capable but low-key.

The two of them got along quite well, and Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Ze Peng, the purchasing team is now in your hands. Remember, summarize frequently and keep abreast of the team's work. Also, go to the warehouse in time to check the material reserves and leave enough time to adjust the order of material purchases."

"Okay, team leader!"

Liang Zepeng responded with a deep bow. "I have learned a lot from you in a short time. If I don't understand something in the future, can I ask you again?"

What nice words they said, no wonder they all like to be flattered.

Lin Zhiyuan was very pleased and patted Liang Zepeng on the shoulder.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to talk to me, you can do it anytime. Besides, I didn't teach you anything. Just remember to think long-term and you won't be short of supplies."

After that, he pointed to the cardboard box next to him and said, "Put these personal belongings here for now. I'll pick them up next Monday."

"Team leader, don't worry about it. I'll send it to you next Monday."

After leaving the purchasing team, Lin Zhiyuan had nothing to do and wandered to the warehouse.

One reason was to have a chat with Zhou Liping, and the other was to learn about my big brother's lifelong events.

Smoking is not allowed in the warehouse, and Zhou Liping's office is on the first floor of a bungalow, which is extremely hot.

The two men squatted under a tree nearby, and each of them lit a big front door.

"Zhiyuan, it has to be you. The old man came to propose marriage. Guess what?"

"Guess what? It will definitely go well!"

Lin Zhiyuan blew out a smoke ring and asked unhappily, "When are you getting married?"

Zhou Liping chuckled, "It will take another month, mid-September."

"Oh, it's so late."

"I'm depressed too." Zhou Liping curled his lips and shrugged, "My old man sets the date, so I have no choice but to obey him!"

"What's that Tang's name? Has she graduated from college? What did she study? Have you considered her future career? Don't let your husband and wife live apart in the future."

"Tang Wenfang, the vocal music department of the Central Conservatory of Music was established last year, will be promoted to sophomore soon."

Zhou Liping put out his cigarette and sighed, "I really talked to her about work. She wants to stay in school."

Mr. Zhou’s name is Zhou Deshui, a crosstalk performer of the older generation.

It was once very popular and famous in Beijing and Tianjin.

It’s a pity that neither his son nor his grandson was interested. If he hadn’t taken in his good friend Ma Fu, the youngest son of the Ma family, all he had learned would have been almost lost.

Recalling this, Lin Zhiyuan asked curiously, "Logically speaking, your grandfather's friends should also be from the same sect. Shouldn't they work in the folk art club or art troupe?"

Zhou Liping spread his hands, "Who knows? I support her too. If she can stay in school, we won't have to live apart!"

"Okay, as long as you have a plan!"

After get off work, I meet up with the people in the hospital.

After not seeing each other for a few days, they couldn't help but ask a few questions. When they learned that Lin Zhiyuan went to Tianjin to purchase bicycles for the factory, their eyes lit up.

Yi Zhonghai put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile: "Zhiyuan, did the factory tell us how to deal with the bicycles?"

"Well, you are asking the blind for advice. How would I know about the leader's affairs?"

Liu Haizhong didn't understand and blurted out, "What do you mean by blind?"

"Uncle Liu, I just mean I don't know either."

After explaining casually, Lin Zhiyuan suddenly thought of a breakthrough in publicity, and then said: "I guess, in addition to the work needs of various departments, rewards will also be given to outstanding workers, right?"

Liu Haizhong became a little enthusiastic, "That's a good sentiment! Zhiyuan, do you know what kind of worker is considered an excellent worker?"

"High awareness, helpfulness, strong working ability, these should all count!"

Liu Haizhong nodded thoughtfully, "I can understand high awareness, strong work ability, I also understand, but how do you judge whether someone is willing to help others? You can't investigate them one by one, right?"

"Uncle Liu, if you are willing to take on an apprentice and can help other workers improve, then it should count. Of course, this is just my guess and doesn't count."

After returning to the courtyard and passing through the hanging flower gate, Lin Zhiyuan was startled, "Why is he in our courtyard?"