Siheyuan: This is really immoral

There are mandarin ducks playing in the water inside the house, how pleasant.

Gradually, by the time the sound of the water returned to calm, an hour or two had passed.

inside the house.

By the time the two went to bed, it was already late at night.

After eating, the two of them lay quietly on the bed and did not fall asleep for a while.

Qin Huairu moved her body, and the slight pain from her lower body made her brows tighten. Suddenly, she said faintly, "I really can't bear it if this goes on."

Lin Zhuang comforted her and said, "I'll be more careful next time. Go to sleep and I'll go home with you tomorrow afternoon."

Silent all night.

……

The next morning.

When Lin Zhuang woke up, Qin Huairu was no longer in his arms.

Xiao Dang came in from the door and saw that Lin Zhuang had woken up, so he ran outside and shouted, "Mom, Mom, Uncle Lin is awake."

Qin Huairu came in with a washbasin and a towel on her hand. She was very hardworking. She worked overtime at night and still got up so early in the morning. She said:

"Are you awake? Get up and wash up. I guess you can get up now, breakfast is just ready."

"Okay, I have to go back to the steel mill in the morning and won't be back at noon. I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Qin Huairu nodded obediently, obviously extremely satisfied.

After finishing breakfast, when Lin Zhuang was about to go out, he suddenly thought of something and retracted the foot that was about to extend out of the door.

He strode up to Qin Huairu and took out two big bills from his pocket.

"Take it and use it here. Don't save it for me. If it's not enough, tell me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhuang quickly walked out of the small courtyard.

Qin Huairu tightly grasped the two big bills in her hands. She had never received so much money before. Jia Dongxu had a salary before, but it had never really reached her. Even asking her to buy something had to be calculated carefully.

This white lotus of the prosperous age had not yet blossomed, but was suppressed in its budding stage by Lin Zhuang, and from then on it only bloomed for Lin Zhuang.

……

Steel rolling mill.

Deputy Director Li's Office.

"Director, I...Section Chief Li, you are here too?"

"We are all family, come and sit down, you are a great contributor."

Li Dabiao's way of doing things has a bit of a gangster vibe, which doesn't seem like someone who would serve as a section chief for a long time.

When Deputy Factory Director Li saw Lin Zhuang sitting down, he asked him eagerly, "Lin Zhuang, yesterday I heard you say that you still had several thousand kilograms of flour. How much is it approximately?"

Lin Zhuang knocked on the table calmly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "About 6,000 kilograms, and the quality is very good. Can the factory eat it?"

"What are you talking about? We have so few people in the factory, and this amount is not even enough to reach the limit. When will it be reached?"

Lin Zhuang thought about it and decided that this couldn’t be too fast or too slow, neither was good.

"Monday, same time, same place."

Deputy Director Li was obviously very satisfied with the result. Not only could he make money, but if Linzhuang stood on his side, his weight in the factory would be more important.

Next, Deputy Director Li picked up a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, then carefully took out a little cash from the drawer.

After counting carefully, he said to Lin Zhuang: "This is your share, 44 yuan."

Although Deputy Director Li is greedy for money and lustful, he is still very sensible about such matters and obviously knows the principle of taking things slow and steady.

Then he asked Li Dabiao: "When can Linzhuang's position be promoted?"

Li Dabiao obviously wanted to tie Lin Zhuang to their ship completely, and quickly replied: "Uncle, you also know that promotion depends not only on contribution, but also on time. The earliest... next week, next week I am sure I can promote Lin Zhuang to deputy chief of the third logistics department."

The two of them turned their attention to Lin Zhuang, obviously wanting to hear what he thought.

Lin Zhuang smiled calmly and said to them, "Who doesn't want to apply for a position?"

The interests of these three people once again reached a consensus, just like three old foxes smiling.

In this way, in Deputy Director Li's office, the three of them chatted casually. Deputy Director Li wanted to explore Lin Zhuang's real background with a little purpose:

"Lin Zhuang, your father's comrade is really powerful. But then again, maybe my father-in-law knows him. Haha..."

Lin Zhuang smiled and understood what Director Li meant. He replied, "That's hard to say, haha."

The matter was over after a brief excuse, and Deputy Director Li had no intention of digging into the matter.

……

noon.

canteen.

Lin Zhuang took a lunch box to Sha Zhu's window to get his meal. Lin Zhuang also planned to keep a low profile in the factory.

"Zhu Zi, give me two steamed buns, some shredded potatoes, and the pickled vegetables."

When Sha Zhu saw Shi Linzhuang, he finally found a chance to turn the tables.

Sha Zhu used the tongs to find the two smallest steamed buns among thousands of steamed buns, and scooped a large spoonful of shredded potatoes with his right hand. However, when he picked them up, his hands shook as if he had Parkinson's disease.

When it was shaken onto the plate, there was only exactly half a spoonful of shredded potatoes left in the spoon.

Lin Zhuang looked at the three melons and two dates on his plate and snorted coldly.

boom!

He slammed the plate against the mouth of the dish and shouted, "You are shortchanging me!"

Silly Pig stared at the scene with an iron spoon in his hand. He had never seen anything like this before! Didn't everyone try to be patient and not offend the chef?

This noise attracted the attention of the people who were eating in the factory. After hearing what Lin Zhuang said, they began to discuss:

"Yeah, that idiot Zhu beat those women really hard."

"Yes, the last time he served me food, I watched him shake the meat off of me."

"Stop it, stop it. He's the chef. If you want to serve decent portions in the future, you better be patient."

Sha Zhu felt a little uneasy when he saw so many people talking about him, but he still said to Lin Zhuang confidently, "The dishes are ready, what else do you want? I was so tired from cooking today that my hands are shaking. What's wrong?"

Lin Zhuang was not going to tolerate his bad habits and shouted, "Everyone, please be fair. We have dedicated ourselves to the country and have worked all day, but we can't even get enough food. How can this be acceptable?"

Everyone agreed and cheered: Yes!

How can this work!

At this time, the canteen director heard the loud noise and came out from behind.

Seeing that the workers' eyes were focused on Sha Zhu, he asked the person next to Sha Zhu:

"What's going on? Why did it start a commotion?"

Of course, the man honestly told his boss:

"Brother Zhuzi was serving food, and he might have given this person less food, so he was not satisfied."

Lin Zhuang waved his plate in front of the canteen director and asked him directly: "Director, I gave you all my food coupons. Look at this amount. It's not even enough for a woman."