Siheyuan: Starting from Saving Qin Huai Ru

Chapter 38

"Master, you want a sixth-level cook!"

"That's 51 yuan and [-] cents per month!"

Maya exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Lan, Fatty, and Liu Xiaobao were also shocked—he Yuzhu had been promoted to the seventh level of cook before, but he hadn't told anyone else about it.

This time, Wang Baoshan, the director of the cafeteria, personally said that He Yuzhu will become a sixth-level cook.

This is amazing!

Especially when workers generally earn more than 20 yuan, He Yuzhu earns 51 yuan and [-] cents a month. One person can support two workers, which is amazing!

Even Liu Lan, who had always been at odds with He Yuzhu, had no choice but to say sourly at this time: "Excellent."

The fat man even squeezed away Ma Hua, and leaned in front of He Yuzhu, yelling at Master one after another, his appearance almost made him admit his adoptive father...

He Yuzhu smiled slightly: "What a fuss, this matter has not been settled, so don't surround me and let me be happy for nothing."

"It can't be fake!" Wang Baoshan said from the side, "Who is Director Yang, you don't know, don't I know? Be careful and cautious."

"If he says that one thing can be considered, then he has almost thought about it; if he says that this matter can be given a try, then he is sure."

Then he smiled: "He Yuzhu, hurry up when you're done, don't make the leader wait too long!"

He Yuzhu agreed, and after cooking the cauldron, he walked towards the factory director's office.

Wang Baoshan looked at his back thoughtfully.

With a backer, it really is not easy to handle.

This sixth-level cook was actually easily obtained.

But... who knows what kind of wind will blow next?

Comrade He Yuzhu, just watch.

If one day, Deputy Factory Manager Li takes over, there will be me, Liu Lan, and Liu Xiaobao in the canteen of the rolling mill...you have to be obedient.

……

"Director, are you looking for me?"

"Yes." Factory Manager Yang put down his pen, "Comrade He Yuzhu, I came to you to tell you about the grades of cooks."

"I also know your cooking skills, it's obvious to all."

"It's just that the level of the cook also has to consider working hours, work contributes to these things, so this time I can only help you promote to the sixth-level cook..."

He was wearing a blue cadre uniform, which was different from the usual army green clothes. He spoke in a leisurely manner, which was normal.

Just like Wang Baoshan, director of the cafeteria, Director Yang is a more serious and cautious person.

He didn't say a word about the big leader, but as long as He Yuzhu is not stupid, he should be able to understand that he has just changed from an eighth-level cook to a seventh-level cook, and he has been promoted to a sixth-level cook by special affairs. Leadership matters.

It's not appropriate to talk about it openly.

Naturally, He Yuzhu would not say such words that should not be mentioned, but just thanked Director Yang.

While talking, wearing a black cadre uniform and triangular eyes, the slightly sinister deputy director Li knocked on the door and walked in: "Hey, director, are you busy?"

"Well, something has happened." Director Yang nodded slightly, "Comrade He Yuzhu, you go, work hard, the leader will not forget your contribution."

"Yes, factory director." He Yuzhu left the factory director's office after responding.

When he walked away, Deputy Factory Director Li smiled: "He Yuzhu, the master chef in the cafeteria, is a master at cooking, whoever eats it will applaud."

"The factory manager has assigned him a new task?"

"No, Wang Baoshan mentioned that He Yuzhu should be promoted to the level of cook, and I found out that the master chef in our rolling mill who treats customers is the eighth-level cook." Director Yang did not leak, "I think this is our little one. How can a capable person have such a low rank? A seven-level cook was approved, and he was promoted to a sixth-level cook by special measures."

"In terms of this process, although it is reasonable, it is also a bit abrupt."

"Old Li, what do you think?"

"If you think it's not good, let's have a group discussion and brainstorm."

Deputy Factory Manager Li laughed: "Factory Manager, look at what you said, the rank and title of an employee in our rolling mill, our leader can't decide, who else can decide?"

"The collective opinion is the same. Comrade He Yuzhu's culinary skills have been applauded. It's not a day or two."

"There is one thing, I heard that he has a bad temper."

Director Yang smiled and nodded: "Yes, I've heard that too."

"So it's a special case, just this one time."

"In the next three years, our collective leaders will see his performance. If he can't unite with his workers and restrain his temper, we won't consider him as a fifth-level cook in the future."

"Yes, factory manager, you are still so thoughtful." Deputy factory manager Li laughed.

Both of them had smiling faces on their faces, and only they knew whether they were smiling or not in their hearts.

"By the way, Lao Li, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, the factory manager, that's what happened..."

……

Walking out of the factory manager's office, I saw workers walking out at the doors of each workshop.

It turned out to be dinner time.

At the entrance of the cafeteria, He Yuzhu saw Qin Huairu, Guo Dazi, who was walking and swaying, Xu Damao, a projectionist from the publicity department...

The first uncle, Yi Zhonghai, and the second uncle, Liu Haizhong, were not among the workers—they were an eighth-level fitter and a seventh-level blacksmith, both of whom had a little privilege.

For example, there are young and strong people in the workshop who bring meals to them at the master level, or they go to the cafeteria to cook a meal a little earlier. The factory leaders are all cheerful and will never criticize them.

This means that the workers are highly skilled, speak according to their strength, and may even get paid more than some factory leaders...

He Yuzhu saw Qin Huairu, and Qin Huairu saw him too.

Her lips were slightly pursed, and she felt angry: just watch, I'll wait for you to admit defeat when the time comes!
I can fight against Jia Zhang himself, and the stick is definitely a good boy!

He Yuzhu ignored her. Seeing Xu Damao's small eyes filled with resentment, he smiled a little: "Xu Damao, what kind of expression is this? Someone boiled it?"

"You're the one who was cooked!" Xu Damao said angrily.

What the hell kind of bad words are these silly words?

Xu Damao has also been very depressed these two days, and his breath is not going well.

These days, at Yang Dahong's house in Kushuijing Hutong, there must be a person waiting for Xu Damao to get off work at the gate of the Red Star Rolling Mill every day.

Xu Damao is smart and bad, can't he understand that his family is clearly determined to eat him?
Sooner or later, I will have to blackmail myself even more.

In the past few days, Xu Damao has been thinking of a way, how to kick the Yang family.

How can I, Xu Damao, be trapped by such a poor and lazy family?

"Okay, if you still want to fight with me, that's good." He Yuzhu smiled and walked towards the cafeteria.

Qin Huairu was queuing up for dinner in the cafeteria, and when it was her turn, He Yuzhu was already sitting behind the cafeteria drinking tea.

Ma Hua, who cooks food for her, can't close his mouth with a smile; Liu Lan, who cooks food from another window, has a gloomy face.

Someone nearby was curious: "Liu Lan, Ma Hua, what's the matter with you? One smiling face and one crying face, what's going on?"

Liu Lan raised her eyebrows: "Is there anything wrong? Hurry up and leave after lunch, don't get in the way of those behind."

On the other hand, Ma Hua said with a grin: "A good thing happened in our cafeteria. My master has been promoted to the rank of cook."

"From next month, my master will be a sixth-level cook, with a monthly salary of 51 yuan and [-] cents!"

"Huh!"

"Master He hasn't come out to swear or play tricks these days, he's holding back his energy to get down to business!"

Some people exclaimed, some joked, and more people were envious.

Among the crowd, Qin Huairu's hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the lunch box.

(End of this chapter)