Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

"Uncle, what is this Wang Jianjun's relationship with you? You actually promoted him to be the warehouse manager."

Yang Weimin wanted to discipline Wang Jianjun.

It just so happens that he is now the director of logistics, and Wang Jianjun, the deputy director of the warehouse, is under his jurisdiction.

Therefore, it would not be easy for him to control Wang Jianjun.

But he was a cautious man and he didn't dare to act rashly without finding out Wang Jianjun's background.

Director Yang didn't think too much about it. He didn't want anyone to know what Wang Jianjun had done, so he said vaguely:

"He has no connections, but he has won many honors before, and Minister Liu of the Ministry of Industry appreciates him. So I promoted him to be the deputy director of warehouse management."

Yang Weimin felt relieved when he heard that Wang Jianjun was only appreciated by the senior leader.

The big boss knows.

Director Yang is a member of the faction of the senior leader.

At the beginning, he followed the big leader to the south.

Now he is back to continue serving as the factory director, but I heard that the big boss is about to retire.

As a retired old leader, he merely had admiration for Wang Jianjun.

Then it won't be easy to deal with him.

Thinking of this, Yang Weimin's mind began to become active.

On the other side, at the logistics warehouse.

Wang Jianjun was drinking tea and chatting with Director Wang at this moment.

The two of them just sat back in their chairs like two idle fish.

Director Wang picked up a piece of beef jerky and stuffed it into his mouth and said with a smile:

"Xiao Wang, do you still remember your trip to Inner Mongolia in the 1950s? You really made me proud back then. You killed more than a dozen wolves with just two guns. If you hadn't done a great deed that time, I would have given you a serious warning."

Wang Jianjun felt a little sad when he recalled what happened back then.

He still remembered that the guy who was bitten by the wolves was called Li Jun.

"By the way, what did Li Jun do later?"

"I heard that his family was knocked down, and except for that guy's group, all those who had connections and came in were knocked down."

Wang Jianjun also felt a little sad.

At first, the people in the purchasing department of the steel rolling mill were in a good position, but during those turbulent years, most of them were brought down.

Only the people in his group two and three are fine.

Of course, Li Yuanfang, who defected to Li Huaide, is an exception.

That guy followed Li Huaide and embezzled a lot of money, and was later arrested.

Director Wang drank a cup of tea and couldn't help but sighed and said:

"That's why I don't want to transfer. Although the job of warehouse management is not very rewarding, there aren't so many dirty tricks. I also heard that the purchasing department is going to start rectification. Maybe in the future, buyers won't have to go to the countryside to purchase from each store."

"Times are changing. Haven't you seen that almost everyone in the factory has a bicycle now?"

Wang Jianjun can also feel the changes in recent years.

The advancement of technology has brought about changes in the way we work.

When he was a buyer, he used to ride a bicycle to the countryside.

Now roads have been built in many places.

The steel rolling mill also began to cooperate with the surrounding communes, sending drivers to pick up goods every few days.

This is much more efficient than before.

Machines will eventually replace inefficient human labor.

Just as the two of them were sighing, a clerk ran in and said:

"Director Wang, a batch of goods has been delivered from the purchasing department, and Director Yang asked us to sign for it."

"Bring it to me and see."

Director Wang took the cargo list, glanced at it casually, signed his name, and handed it to the clerk.

Wang Jianjun took a closer look out of curiosity.

When he saw rice on the list he couldn't help but ask.

"Haven't we been eating steamed bread and corn bread in our factory? Why is there rice being delivered?"

"You don't know this. Our factory occasionally uses it when we receive a few guests from the south. They are not used to eating steamed buns, so they still have to eat. Generally, they don't eat much."

Wang Jianjun suddenly realized. He could understand this point very well. As a southerner who had lived in Beijing for so long, he still preferred to eat rice.

After Director Wang signed, he continued to drink tea with Wang Jianjun.

Just a few days after this incident, the logistics department suddenly notified the warehouse to prepare for an inventory count.

Director Wang was a little puzzled.

This kind of thing is usually done in the middle or end of the year.

This sudden inspection left Director Wang a little confused.

"What is Yang Weimin up to now? It's still two months before the Chinese New Year."

Wang Jianjun also complained.

"Old Yang's nephew really knows how to use chicken feathers as a token of authority."

He also remembered what happened to Yang Weimin back then.

If Wang Wenjuan hadn't stopped him, he would have beaten the shit out of Yang Weimin.

Director Wang is not worried about the inspection. His subordinates check all the items coming in and out every day, and after deducting the loss, they are basically the same.

So on the day of the inspection, Director Wang also appeared to be confident.

But when Wang Jianjun looked at Yang Weimin's expression, he always felt it was a little strange.

"I came here today mainly because I heard someone report that someone in the warehouse was reselling the factory's supplies, so I came here to check it out today."

Director Wang was a little puzzled.

Isn't this nonsense?

"Director Yang, which bastard is spreading rumors? This is completely false."

"Should we wait until we finish the inspection?"

Yang Weimin's official attitude made Director Wang and Wang Jianjun very unhappy.

But Wang Jianjun was cautious.

He secretly observed Yang Weimin and always felt that this guy had ulterior motives.

Following Yang's order, the people he brought began to enter the warehouse for inventory.

When a group of people took inventory of the warehouse where the ingredients were stored, someone immediately came running over to report.

"Director Yang, something doesn't match."

Hearing this, Director Wang was also shocked.

His first thought was how could this be possible.

Yang Weimin glanced at Wang Jianjun and Director Wang with a sneer and continued to say to the man:

"What is it? Tell me how much it is missing."

"The variety doesn't match. The purchase order says it's polished japonica rice. But what I counted is brown rice. There are two hundred kilograms."

After listening to his subordinates' report, Yang Weimin snorted coldly and looked at Wang Jianjun and the others and said:

"Directors? Can you give me an explanation? Why did this polished rice turn into brown rice?"

As he spoke, he took the purchase order and threw it in front of Director Wang.

Director Wang's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He glanced at the purchase order that Yang Weimin threw in front of him and his mind became a little confused.

The signature on the list is indeed his.

However, he did not see the goods clearly at that time. After all, the purchasing department and the warehouse had already counted them, and he, as the warehouse manager, just signed his name.

But who could have thought that this japonica rice suddenly turned into brown rice.