Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

next day

After the factory publicity department issued the notice, the workers burst into laughter and the entire factory was in an uproar.

After being punished, the people in the cafeteria became very honest, especially Sha Zhu, who immediately became dispirited and even improved a lot his bad habit of foul mouth.

When he got home from get off work in the evening, he first went to the backyard to visit the deaf old lady. He stayed in the deaf old lady's house for more than an hour before going home angrily.

Zhang Minghui didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that Zhu was just an idiot and let the deaf old lady teach him a lesson.

These two days, Zhang Minghui has been fiddling with pencils and playing with painting. In the last lottery, he won the intermediate painting skill.

This brought new fun to Zhang Minghui.

Every day I draw landscapes and figures in a small notebook. I never thought that there would be a day when I would become a dilettante.

After fiddling with it for two days, Zhang Minghui lost his mood to play around and decided to find an opportunity to talk to Yan Jiecheng. Liu Guangtian had already moved out.

It's time for Yan Jiecheng to move.

When it comes to Yan Jiecheng, Zhang Minghui doesn't know much. He only knows that Yan Jiecheng is now doing odd jobs outside every day.

Some time ago, I heard the aunts talking about Yan Jiecheng's temporary job at the grain store. Needless to say, this was affected by the reputation of the hospital.

Now I go out early and come back late every day, doing odd jobs near the station. I come back at night covered in sweat and look terrible.

However, whenever Yan Jiecheng had time, he would go to the subdistrict office, hoping that the subdistrict office would help him arrange work.

After Zhang Minghui delivered the lunch boxes at noon, he saw Yan Jiecheng strolling back from outside. He was wearing dark blue clothes, which looked quite clean.

It's obvious that he didn't find any work today.

Zhang Minghui thought about it and did not go home. Instead, he went to the entrance of the alley to watch the old men playing chess. Playing chess is a leisure hobby of the old men in the alley.

A scene at the entrance of the alley.

We set up the chessboard in the morning and play until dark at night.

There were many people watching, and no matter how the game went, the voices of advice were endless, disturbing the players and making them feel upset.

Those who have a bad temper will start shouting loudly.

"Hey, what are you yelling about? If you can do it, come and play. You are a lousy chess player, and all you can do is give random advice."

The scene was extremely lively. People would quarrel at any time, and some would even start fighting when they got angry.

While there was a lot of noise here, someone smart enough just sat aside, put the chess pieces back in place, and started playing.

The old men who gathered around would all curse angrily.

It was the same today. When Zhang Minghui squeezed in, he saw two old men playing chess. There were seven or eight people around them, talking from time to time.

There was also an old man hunched over, looking at the chessboard and muttering to himself.

"Hey, I told you not to jump off the horse, but you insisted on doing so. Didn't you see that they were lying in ambush? Look, the horse has been restrained again!"

"Hey, don't use your chariot! If you can hit his pawn with your cannon, won't that save the horse?"

The two old men who were playing chess felt their heads buzzing and one of them shouted loudly.

"Bah, Lao Zhang, get out of here. You always lose cigarettes, so stop giving me random advice. If we lose this time, do you think it's yours?"

Old man Zhang looked unhappy, and he kept mumbling for a long time, but he didn't dare to say that the loss was his. Zhang Minghui looked at Kele and laughed secretly.

Before he had taken a few steps, Old Man Zhang slapped his lips and spoke with his mouth wide open.

"Hey, why is this car leaving so late? It's too late. You can't leave sideways. You have to leave vertically."

The old man who was playing chess was so angry that he started to curse along with Old Zhang. When the quarrel was getting intense, Zhang Minghui saw Yan Jiecheng coming out of the yard.

Seeing that the direction was towards the street office, Zhang Minghui hurriedly took a few steps and shouted behind.

"Brother Jie Cheng, where are you going?"

Yan Jiecheng turned around and saw that it was Zhang Minghui. He greeted him indifferently and said that he was going to the street office.

The two of them didn't have a close relationship, they just said hello when they met.

Zhang Minghui caught up with Yan Jiecheng and spoke happily.

"Brother Jie Cheng, I'm going to the street office too, let's go together!"

Yan Jiecheng agreed, and the two walked side by side. After walking for a while, Zhang Minghui started to bring up the topic.

"Brother Jie Cheng, the neighbors all say that you are very busy recently. How are you doing? Do you have a suitable job?"

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng's face showed worry and he spoke in a depressed tone.

"Minghui, to be honest, I'm just busy doing nothing. I'm so tired that my back and waist ache. It's not easy to find a suitable job at this time."

"The subdistrict office keeps saying there's no work to arrange. I'm so worried."

When Zhang Minghui heard Yan Jiecheng's confession, he looked at Yan Jiecheng with sympathy and said something meaningful.

"Hey, Brother Jie Cheng, the work quota of the subdistrict office is already small, not to mention the reputation of our hospital, you know it. Can the subdistrict office reserve a quota for us?"

Yan Jiecheng's pace gradually slowed down. He remembered that his father Yan Fugui said that Zhang Minghui had a good relationship with Director Wang of the Street Office, and wondered if he knew something.

He opened his mouth and asked quickly.

"Minghui, do you have any news? Tell me. Brother Jiecheng will definitely remember you for this favor."

Zhang Minghui smiled secretly. Your favor, Yan Jiecheng, is worthless and of no use at all. However, you still have to say what you need to say.

"Brother Jie Cheng, I am very familiar with Aunt Wang from the Street Office. Some time ago, we even talked about the young people in our hospital."

"Auntie Wang said that our hospital has a very bad reputation now. Even if we were to offer a job to our hospital, no company would accept it. This path won't work."

Yan Jiecheng stopped and his face was uncertain. He knew the reputation of the courtyard now. It was extremely difficult to get a job now and there was almost no chance.

The young people in the hospital no longer rely on the street office to find jobs.

But my father Yan Fugui said that no one in the hospital is going there, so this is an opportunity!

It's just a matter of running errands, and it doesn't cost much. If there is a quota or something, and Yan Jiecheng gets it, wouldn't that be a huge advantage?

Zhang Minghui's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing Yan Jiecheng's last bit of hope. He stood there in a daze.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng looking as pale as death, Zhang Minghui tried to comfort him.

"Hey, Brother Jie Cheng, don't worry. Uncle San is a teacher, an intellectual, and has many connections. Let him think of a solution for you. Isn't this a piece of cake?"

Yan Jiecheng's face was still gloomy. He knew very well that if his father had any other way, he would have let him go to work long ago. Why would he wait until now and make him run back and forth to the street office again and again?

When Zhang Minghui saw this, he said something seemingly unintentionally.

"If we move out of our yard, the neighborhood office should be able to arrange a job for us!"