Siheyuan Back to the 1950s

At dinner time, in the backyard of Liu's house, Liu Haizhong was drinking wine and eating fried eggs all by himself.

When he thought of Director Yang's attitude towards Sun Zhengguo today, his heart was burning with anger, so he explained to his wife next to him.

"Mother, you must maintain a good relationship with the Sun family in this courtyard. That child has become a big shot. I plan to ask him for help in the next few days to see if he can help me become a cadre."

"Dad, you need to give something, you can't just talk nonsense, this is called..., right! This is called pulling relationships."

Before the second aunt had time to say anything, Liu Guangfu, who was eating nearby, quickly offered advice.

In fact, my eyes were always on the fried egg, hoping that Liu Haizhong would be happy and give me a reward.

"Go away, what do you know? I am the leader of this hospital and an elder. I am just asking him for such a small favor. What else do you need to give me?"

Liu Haizhong scolded Liu Guangfu so much that he didn't dare to say a word. Only then did the second aunt speak.

"Boss, how old is the eldest brother of the Sun family this year? Does he have the ability to help you become an official? Why don't I believe it? Don't be fooled!"

Because the eldest son of the Sun family was superior to her son in the courtyard, the second aunt was very dissatisfied, so whenever she had the chance, she would spare no effort to discredit him.

"Humph! You have long hair but little knowledge. How can Director Yang's attitude towards him be fake? Just go when I tell you to go. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

After another round of scolding, the second aunt was completely defeated. She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and the family began to eat in silence.

There are many discussions like this in the hospital, and they are all from people who want to take advantage.

At this time, Sun Zhengguo didn't know what the neighbors in the yard were thinking.

He was sitting at the table, recording today's transformation procedures, preparing to compile it into a book.

This way, if someone doesn’t understand something in the future, they can just look it up and maybe find the answer.

Ning Xiaowei didn’t understand any of this, so she simply went to bed early.

It was late at night, and Sun Zhengguo was still busy writing...

The next morning, although Sun Zhengguo worked very late the night before, he was still energetic and brought his mother to the steel mill early in the morning.

"Good morning, Deputy Section Chief Sun."

"Morning!"

On the way to the warehouse, people kept greeting him and Sun Zhengguo responded with a smile.

After arriving at the warehouse, Sun Zhengguo found that everyone was already there and he didn't need to give any instructions as everyone was doing their job.

After another round of greetings, Sun Zhengguo also began to participate in the work.

At around 9 o'clock in the morning, Sun Zhengguo was personally disassembling and assembling some more difficult parts, while also explaining them, trying to ensure that all the workers and technicians could learn.

"Deputy Section Chief Sun, I'm busy! I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Several workers and technicians were working hard to learn the technology when they were suddenly interrupted by the voice. They stared at the newcomer with dissatisfaction in their eyes.

But when I saw that fat body, wasn't this Deputy Section Chief Sun's second uncle?

These people didn't understand the situation and didn't dare to complain.

"Second uncle, what can I do for you?"

Looking at Liu Haizhong holding the blank in his hand, Sun Zhengguo also put down the tools in his hand and asked in confusion.

"Deputy Section Chief Sun, I don't quite understand the drawings for this part, so I came over to ask."

Sun Zhengguo had nothing to say about such issues. The workers had low levels of education and really could not understand some of the drawings.

"You guys try it out first. I'll go look at the blueprints and come back later."

After explaining the work at hand, Sun Zhengguo began to instruct Liu Haizhong until he understood the drawings.

In fact, this drawing is not difficult. Liu Haizhong really doesn’t understand it, but someone in the forging workshop should be able to understand it.

Liu Haizhong's purpose of coming here was to test Sun Zhengguo's attitude, and the result made him very satisfied.

Sun Zhengguo actually stopped what he was doing and came to guide him personally. What does this mean?

After Liu Haizhong left, everyone worked until noon before they started washing their hands and preparing to eat.

Everyone took their lunch boxes and went to the cafeteria together. Now was a difficult period and the factory could not entertain them every day for fear of dissatisfaction among the workers below.

Sun Zhengguo did not ask for any special treatment and queued up like everyone else. When it was his turn, he ordered two steamed buns, a portion of shredded potatoes, and a serving of mapo tofu.

After finishing their meal and paying their tickets, they just sat down and hadn't taken a single bite when someone stood at the door and shouted.

"Does Sun Zhengguo eat in this cafeteria?"

Hearing someone calling him, Sun Zhengguo turned around and saw a little fat man standing at the door. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

"I'm here! Comrade! What can I do for you?"

The little fat man at the door was a little unhappy when he heard Sun Zhengguo's name.

"No, Sun Zhengguo, you've become a deputy section chief, so what's wrong with you becoming so arrogant? You don't even recognize me, your old classmate."

Hearing what the fat boy said, Sun Zhengguo felt a little embarrassed and started searching in his mind, wondering who this old classmate was.

Seeing that Sun Zhengguo still hadn't remembered, the fat boy became anxious and began to remind him.

"Stamps, the Arctic Ocean, copying test papers, I don't remember anything."

With so many reminders, even if Sun Zhengguo was slow to react, he knew who this guy was. He stood up immediately and laughed loudly.

"Haha! Nie Jianjun, you are Nie Jianjun. You have become so fat now that I can't recognize you!"

"Go to hell, I'm not fat, I'm stocky. You haven't eaten yet, right? Just bring it to me. I have a call for you. It's from the Ministry of Metallurgy. They'll call back soon. Go wait for me."

"Wait a moment, I'll be there soon."

When Sun Zhengguo heard the call, he didn't even bother to eat. He closed his lunch box and followed Nie Jianjun to the office.

The two walked for a few minutes before arriving at Nie Jianjun's office.

"Wow! Jianjun, what are you doing in the factory now? You even have your own office."

Seeing this small office, Sun Zhengguo asked in surprise.

"Hey! I can't compare to you. I dropped out of high school and joined a steel mill. Now I'm in charge of external liaison. After a few years of hard work, I've only managed to become a level 5 clerk."

Nie Jianjun said it lightly, but there was a strong sense of Versailles in it.

But Sun Zhengguo could tell that this guy had a good father! This was a typical case of relying on one’s father, and even involved his grandfather, because Nie Jianjun’s grandfather was also a senior official in the Ministry of Metallurgy.

No wonder in the end, only Director Nie was able to rise to the top and have the last laugh.

Relying on one's father is a technical job. It is not a patent of later generations. It has existed since ancient times and ordinary people cannot envy it.

But these have nothing to do with Sun Zhengguo. At worst, he can just work hard and be a good father, and let his children fight for it.

While the two were talking, Nie Jianjun took out a box of canned meat from the drawer and handed it to Sun Zhengguo.

"Old classmate, I'll give you an extra meal."

"Okay! Jianjun, I won't be shy about that. Thank you."

Sun Zhengguo took the can of meat with a smile. Although he didn't need the can of meat, it was a gift from Nie Jianjun and he could eat it openly.

"Jianjun, I heard your grandfather is also in the Ministry of Metallurgy. Which department is he in?"

Sun Zhengguo opened the can skillfully while asking some gossip.

"My grandpa! He's in the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Ministry of Metallurgy. He's barely the second in command!"

Sun Zhengguo, who was about to start eating with a piece of meat between his chopsticks, also stopped and thought about this sentence.

The second-in-command of the Discipline Inspection Commission of the Ministry of Metallurgy should be at least at the level of a director general, and even this is barely acceptable.

It seems that my old classmate is really hardworking. It is no exaggeration to say that he has achieved what he has today, "all thanks to his own efforts."