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

"You are the only one who has been so honest that you have never been to my office. Tell me what you want me to do for you. As long as it is not too difficult, I will do it for you."

After saying this, Director Yang burst into laughter, but there was a slightly bitter look on his face.

You know, Director Yang has always been ambitious to climb to a high position. When he was young, he had been working hard for this goal and was about to sit on the throne of the factory director.

As long as you work diligently and responsibly in the factory for a few years, you will definitely be able to climb to a higher level.

Have the opportunity to work in a higher-level leadership department.

But who would have thought that "Man proposes, God disposes" and the situation changed overnight.

Although he has regained power after being released, he is about to reach retirement age. All his ambitions have turned into nothing, and the opportunity has quietly slipped away from his hands.

That's why he said these words to Zhang Minghui. He wanted to make more friends in the factory before he retired. Maybe his family members would need the care of the factory leaders in the future.

Of course Zhang Minghui had no idea what Director Yang was thinking. He showed a miserable smile on his face, took out the hospital medical records from his pocket, and spoke weakly.

"Director Yang, I really need your help on this matter. I plan to apply for medical retirement and take good care of my health. Otherwise, I may pass away at any time."

Director Yang realized that something was wrong, and the smile on his face faded. He looked at the medical records handed to him seriously. When he saw the doctor's advice that the patient should rest.

Director Yang was shocked and asked with concern.

"Minghui, how did your body get into this state? Your stomach problem is so serious. Why didn't you seek treatment earlier? You really don't take care of your body. This is no small matter!"

Hearing Director Yang's caring greetings, Zhang Minghui pretended to be moved and spoke weakly.

"Director Yang, you know that during the three years of disasters, life was hard for my family. We were hungry and hungry, and this disease was left behind. We have been treating it but it has not been very effective."

"After I retire due to illness, I plan to go to the south. My relatives told me that there are several well-known traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in the south who are very effective in treating stomach problems."

"I'll take care of my body there."

Director Yang looked very sorry. He had to retire at such a young age due to illness. His health was so poor, and he didn't know when he would die.

Well, health is the most important!

It seems that I will have to have more physical examinations every year in the future to prevent any unexpected situations from happening.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Director Yang signed Zhang Minghui's application for sick leave. Once he signed, Zhang Minghui's application was done.

Arriving at the human resources department, Zhang Minghui handed the factory director's approval note to the section chief of the department. The application form had been filled out before, and the doctor from the hospital had also issued a certificate.

Just waiting for the factory director to sign.

Zhang Minghui returned to the office, packed his personal belongings into a small bag, and after a few brief conversations with his colleagues, he left the Propaganda Department.

When I arrived at the bottom of the office building, I looked back at the office building where I had worked for more than ten years. I felt relieved that I could finally do what I wanted to do.

Then you will be truly free.

As I rode my bicycle out of the steel rolling mill, I saw Xu Damao sweeping the street.

Well, once Director Yang came back, Xu Damao was in trouble. He was fired from his position as Section Chief and his job was adjusted to be responsible for cleaning the road outside the factory.

Xu Damao was humiliated. But there was nothing he could do. He had been so aggressive against Director Yang during the turmoil. It was no surprise that he was punished.

Fortunately, employees cannot be fired without reason now, otherwise Xu Damao would lose his iron rice bowl.

Since we've met, I have to say hello. By the way, I also want to know about the recent situation in the hospital.

Pushing the cart to Xu Damao, Zhang Minghui looked at him carefully. Xu Damao, who used to dress up nicely at all times, now looked like a beggar.

His hair was messy, his beard was untidy, and his clothes were dirty. He looked like a completely different person than before, Zhang Minghui greeted him with concern.

"Brother Damao, how did you become like this? You need to clean yourself up! I almost couldn't recognize you."

After taking the cigarette from Zhang Minghui, striking a match and lighting it, Xu Damao took a deep breath. With a bitter smile on his face, he spoke in frustration.

"Minghui, I don't have the energy to take care of myself. I haven't had a smooth life since the Chinese New Year. Your sister-in-law and I have been arguing over the children and work."

"After Director Yang came back from the factory, he dealt me ​​a heavy hand. I was reduced to sweeping the streets. And that bastard Shazhu has been making things difficult for me lately."

"They made fun of me in the yard, and the neighbors also pointed out my shortcomings and took advantage of me."

"Hey, your family has moved away too. I'm in the yard now, and there's no one to talk to."

Xu Damao sighed and his nose felt sore, and he almost cried. He felt that this was the most miserable year in his life.

Just by listening to Xu Damao's description, you can tell how miserable he is now. Zhang Minghui didn't say much. He patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and comforted him carefully.

"Brother Damao, hold on! Everything will pass. Life can't always be this hard. Get through this period. Good things will come to you."

Hearing Zhang Minghui's comfort, Xu Damao felt a warm feeling in his heart.

Although he had many frictions with his younger brother Zhang Minghui, he was able to say a few nice words to him when he was in trouble, which also comforted Xu Damao.

Minghui is a kind person! It's worth it for me to have known him for so long.

Xu Damao looked at the items in Zhang Minghui's hand and saw that even the big teacup was placed in it. He asked in confusion.

"Minghui, why did you leave on your bike so early? Did you ask for leave for something?"

Zhang Minghui deliberately showed a trace of sadness on his face, took out the medical record from his pocket and handed it to Xu Damao. For a long time, Xu Damao did not come back to his senses. He did not expect Zhang Minghui's condition to be so serious.

He looked at Zhang Minghui in shock, and asked worriedly after a while.

"Hey, Minghui, why did your illness relapse again? I remember you had this disease once a few years ago. I didn't expect that after so many years, your condition has worsened again."

"Why don't you take better care of yourself?"

Zhang Minghui threw the cigarette butt to the ground, stomped it out, and spoke as if nothing happened.

"Hey, Brother Damao. So, what happened to you is nothing. At least you still have a good body. Unlike me, I can't even go to work now. I have to apply for medical retirement."