Siheyuan: He Yuzhu's rebirth, burying the stick alive

"I think Master Ye is pretty good. His connections are there. Who knows, he might be able to become our kitchen manager this time."

Listening to the discussions in the kitchen, He Yuzhu didn't say anything.

He knew in his heart that the discussions of these people would not have any impact on the outcome.

Right now, there is only one thing he needs to do, and that is to wait quietly.

At this moment, the voice of announcer Yu Haitang rang out through the loudspeaker in every corner of the factory.

"Now let me read out a notice of appointment."

"Comrade He Yuzhu, a fifth-level cook at our Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, works diligently and the meals he cooks are well received by employees."

"After consultation among the leaders and approval from the superiors, it has been unanimously decided to appoint Comrade He Yuzhu as the director of the kitchen department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

"Coordinate all work of the entire kitchen department, please be informed."

“I believe that under the leadership of Comrade He Yuzhu, every one of our employees can eat healthy and delicious food.”

When Yu Haitang read out the appointment notice, the entire kitchen department was in an uproar.

"Oh my god! Zhuzi has become the director of our kitchen department. This is amazing!"

"You are wrong. We should call him Director He now. Director He is a Level 5 cook. He is qualified to be the head of the kitchen department."

"Congratulations, Director He."

"Director He, congratulations on your promotion."

"With Director He's cooking skills, it's only natural for him to be promoted to this position."

During the discussion, many people gathered around He Yuzhu and complimented him.

Listening to the compliments from everyone, He Yuzhu, who has lived two lives, seemed particularly calm.

He knew very well that when a big storm came, relying solely on the position of kitchen director would not be enough to protect the Lou family from the wind and rain.

There is no way to protect Lou Xiaoe.

Of course, there is also another option, which is to go to Hong Kong and come back after the reform and opening up.

But He Yuzhu knew that this was definitely not the best choice.

During a major storm, there are dangers and opportunities.

If he can handle it well, he can also ride the wind and waves, or even break out of the predicament and become a chess player from a chess piece.

What he needs to do now is to keep improving.

"Master, congratulations."

"I never thought you would be promoted to director so quickly."

Ma Hua congratulated He Yuzhu, and his face was full of joy.

In Ma Hua's heart, he is truly happy for He Yuzhu.

You know, at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, He Yuzhu, as his master, taught him by example.

Such a good master is definitely worthy of his admiration.

"Ma Hua, you should work hard."

"Strive to become an eighth-level cook as soon as possible."

He Yuzhu reached out and patted Ma Hua on the shoulder.

He Yuzhu truly admires MCA.

You know, in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, an eighth-level cook has the opportunity to be promoted to a foreman.

When Ma Hua passes the eighth-level cook assessment, He Yuzhu will definitely do something for him.

Although Ma Hua's ability is not particularly outstanding, his loyalty is absolutely unquestionable.

"Um……"

"Please rest assured, Master. I will definitely work hard."

Ma Hua nodded vigorously.

……

At the same time, in the fitter workshop, Jia Dongxu was staring at piles of parts in a daze.

Last night, I was busy sending Jia Zhang to the hospital until the second half of the night.

After returning home, Jia Dongxu felt like his head was about to explode because of the matter between Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai.

In this situation, how could Jia Dongxu sleep well?

Now Jia Dongxu wants to work, but his head is like a mess.

Faced with the task at hand, he really had no idea where to start.

However, there were still bursts of discussions in his ears.

"Have you heard that Maokeng Yi cheated on Jia Dongxu?"

"Is it true? I heard that Jia Dongxu's wife is a country girl, but she is very pretty."

"So what if she's pretty? She still had a child with Maokengyi, what's the big deal about that?"

"If you want to live a decent life, what does it matter if you have a little green on your head?"

"Hehe... No wonder Yi Zhonghai took such good care of Jia Dongxu before. It turns out there is such a relationship between them."

Jia Dongxu listened to the ridicule from the crowd and clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, Jia Dongxu even had an impulse to go up and beat these people up.

But how could Jia Dongxu dare to do that?

You know, there is a group of people on their side, but there is only one person on his side.

There is simply not a single level between the two.

If he really had a conflict with those people, then he would be the only one to be dealt with, not anyone else.

Just as Jia Dongxu was daydreaming, the angry voice of the workshop director was heard.

"Jia Dongxu, what are you doing standing there?"

"Hurry up and work, don't just stand there and dawdle."

"I'm telling you, if you keep going like this, don't blame me for deducting your salary."

When the workshop director said this, there was a flash of excitement in his eyes.

Before this, the workshop director was quite dissatisfied with Jia Dongxu.

However, at that time, Yi Zhonghai was taking good care of Jia Dongxu.

Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter. Even though he is an eighth-level fitter, he has to give Yi Zhonghai some face.

And now?

Yi Zhonghai has been demoted and has become a rat crossing the street, with everyone shouting and beheading him.

Under such circumstances, it was naturally impossible for the workshop director to give face to Yi Zhonghai anymore.

Moreover, he was very unhappy with Jia Dongxu's slacking behavior.

When Jia Dongxu heard the workshop director's scolding, he lowered his head and unknowingly sped up the work in his hands.

Jia Dongxu secretly swore in his heart: "Damn it, why are you so arrogant?"

"It won't be long before I pass the Level 4 fitter test in one go, and you have to give me some face then."

Although Jia Dongxu thought so in his heart, he was very clear about one thing.

A level 4 fitter is indeed a mid-level worker, but he can only barely work independently.

But hoping that the workshop director would give him face by doing so is sheer wishful thinking.

When the workshop director saw that Jia Dongxu remained silent, he became even angrier.

He pointed at Jia Dongxu and started cursing.

"Jia Dongxu, you bastard."

"You can't even do such a small thing well."

"Let me see it this way!"

"You'd better not take the benchwork skill level test this year."

"With your ability, it would be a waste of time if you went to participate."