Siheyuan: A Family of Loyal and Brave People

Xu Fugui knew his son very well. He wouldn't buy it. He strode into the house, found a stool to sit down, crossed his legs, and stared coldly at Xu Damao.

Xu Damao knew that his father knew all the good things he had done, so he did not dare to neglect it. He walked over and bowed to apologize, saying, "Dad, I know I was wrong."

"Wrong? What did you do wrong?"

Xu Fugui crossed his hands and placed them flat on his thighs, and there was a chill in his calm voice.

"It's just releasing the chicken of Shazhu's family and putting the blame on the two boys of the Liu family. What's the big deal?"

Before moving out of the courtyard, Xu Fugui repeatedly told Xu Damao not to provoke the neighbors and to keep his head down and live a good life. But Xu Damao turned a deaf ear to his words and offended the two people in the courtyard who he should not offend the most.

If Xu Fugui doesn't come back to teach this troublemaker a lesson, Xu Damao will definitely poke a hole in the sky.

"dad……"

Xu Damao groaned and said aggrievedly: "This matter can't be blamed entirely on me. If Liu Haizhong and Sha Zhu hadn't pressed me hard, I..."

"Shut up!"

Before Xu Damao could finish his complaint, Xu Fugui interrupted him harshly.

"What do you mean by too much pressure? You don't take the initiative to provoke them on weekdays. At most, they will scold you a few times. Can they really beat you up every day?"

Liu Haizhong did target Xu Damao on weekdays, but as the manager, he still had his dignity and would not confront him for no reason.

This time it was Xu Damao who took the initiative to find trouble and exposed his flaws, so Liu Haizhong was able to take ruthless action to deal with him.

Xu Damao hung his head and groaned, "I just can't stand their arrogance. A stinky cook and an old bastard who has lost his son, what right do they have to bully me?"

“Touch what?!

You can’t beat them!”

Seeing that his son had no intention of repenting, Xu Fugui was furious.

"If you have the ability to knock down Liu Haizhong and He Yuzhu, you can also show off in the courtyard.

If not, then just stay still and don’t let them catch you, or you’ll get beaten.”

Xu Fugui could accept that his son was a bad guy, but he could not accept that he was a fool.

The most fatal thing is that you cannot see the situation clearly and cannot measure your own abilities.

"Oh."

Xu Damao responded perfunctorily, feeling full of grievance.

It was bad enough that he was bullied by Liu Haizhong and He Yuzhu outside, but it was really painful that his father came back and not only did he not comfort him, but he also scolded him.

"Hi~"

Xu Fugui felt helpless and distressed when he saw his son's depressed look.

“Da Mao, when you are under someone’s roof, you have to bow your head.

I know you feel wronged, but life has to go on.

Since we can't beat them, let's just stay away from them and live our own lives behind closed doors.

Dad doesn't ask you to be rich, as long as you can marry a wife and live a peaceful life, that's enough."

Xu Fugui was so angry because he cared about his son.

If he didn't care about Xu Damao, he wouldn't have come back all the way.

Xu Fugui had helped Xu Damao find a house and a job, so as a father he had already fulfilled his responsibilities and didn't need to worry about anything anymore.

"Dad, I see."

Thinking of his father's kindness to him, Xu Damao forced a smile on his face and comforted him, "I will definitely stay away from him in the future."

“Hey, you’ve grown up, and Dad can’t control you too much.

Take this money and buy some meat to nourish your body."

Xu Fugui put down his crossed legs, took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to Xu Damao.

"No, no. I'm already this old, how can I ask for your money?"

"Just take it if I tell you to. No matter how old you get, you are still your parents' good son."

……

At the end of the weekend, the employees of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill returned to their workstations on time, ready to start a busy week.

There had been no official notice of the restructuring, and the news was only circulated among the top management of the steel mill. The employees below were still working as usual, completely unaware that a storm was approaching.

In the morning, Xu Damao walked into the steel rolling mill gate whistling and came to the Propaganda Department to report with brisk steps.

As a projectionist at a steel mill, Xu Damao's job is much less stressful than that of ordinary workers and he does not need to go to work on time.

Except when there is a screening task and you need to carry the projector around, you can arrange your rest of the time on your own.

Xu Damao is a lustful man. When he has free time, he will not stay quietly in the office to read books and newspapers. Instead, he will seize the opportunity to tease the female employees in the factory. Whether they are married men or young girls who have just entered the society, they are all his targets.

After packing up the film in the projector, Xu Damao was about to sneak out to chat with the girl, but he was stopped by the head of the Propaganda Department just as he reached the door.

"Xu Damao, what are you doing outside?"

Faced with the section chief's question, Xu Damao was slightly stunned.

Everyone knows about the slacking off, and the section chief usually doesn't care about such trivial matters.

"Hey, I'm going to go out for a while."

Xu Damao made up an excuse to try to get away with it.

However, the Propaganda Chief came here for him today, so how could he let him go easily?

"Xu Damao, someone reported you for harassing female employees and that your thoughts and work styles are problematic.

The factory has decided to fire you.

Pack up your things and go back immediately."

The section chief's words were like a bolt from the blue, exploding directly in Xu Damao's mind. He stared at him in astonishment, his expression dull and without changing for a long time.

It was not until the section chief urged him again that Xu Damao gasped and shouted, "Why! Why are you firing me? I won't agree!"

"Xu Damao, this is not up to you.

Get out on your own, or we throw you out. Choose."

The propaganda chief did not give Xu Damao any chance to explain himself.

The higher-ups have issued a death order that Xu Damao must get out of the steel mill today.

"Chief, you are mistaken.

I usually just chat with my coworkers, how could it be considered harassment?

This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..."

Xu Damao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over, pleading humbly, "Can you give me some time to explain to my superiors and not wrongly accuse a good person?"

Xu Damao had limited time at the steel rolling mill, and he did flirt with a few women, but he had never gotten down to business. Even if he was discovered, he would not be sentenced to death.

The head of the Propaganda Section smiled slightly, took Xu Damao's cigarette, took out one, lit it, and took a comfortable puff.

Seeing the section chief accept the cigarette, Xu Damao breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed there was still hope.

But in the next second, Xu Damao's newly ignited hope was ruthlessly extinguished like the cigarette in the propaganda chief's hand.

"Bah~"

The head of the publicity department threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, looked at Xu Damao fiercely and said, "It smells terrible, what is this?

Come on, throw him out for me."

Several employees behind the propaganda chief stepped forward, grabbed Xu Damao and pushed him outside.

Faced with the sudden change, Xu Damao's heart sank to the bottom. It was not until he was pushed out of the office that he reacted and shouted loudly: "Chief, you can't do this, you can't..."

No matter how Xu Damao shouted, it was of no use. He was just walked to the gate of the steel mill and was thrown out ruthlessly.