Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

Zhao Shanhe didn't think too much about it, because before he met Director Wang, all his guesses were inaccurate.

Just when he was about to go to bed, he heard the crying and wailing of Old Liu's family in the backyard again. I guess many families in the yard were waiting to hear the noise? After all, no matter how stupid Old Liu was, he should have known that he was fooled by Yi Zhonghai today.

It was so hot that I couldn't sleep at night, so I just listened to Liu Haizhong beating the kid as if I was listening to the radio.

The next morning, Zhao Shanhe waited until everyone who worked in the courtyard had left before he pushed the bike out of the courtyard, rode all the way to the street office, chatted with the old man at the door for a few words, and then went to find Director Wang.

"Bang bang bang."

"Please come in."

Director Wang saw that it was Zhao Shanhe who pushed the door open and asked directly.

"Why are you here? Don't you need to go to the countryside to do some shopping today?"

"Auntie Wang, I just happened to be passing by the street office and came to see you."

Director Wang asked Zhao Shanhe to sit down opposite her, stared at him, and asked after a long while.

"I guess you're not just passing by, you're here to see me, right?"

Zhao Shanhe knew that his skills were nothing compared to the other party's. How could the other party become the director of the subdistrict office? What kind of person had he not seen?

He smiled awkwardly, sorted out his words and replied.

"Auntie Wang, logically, I shouldn't ask about your affairs. After all, our relationship is not that good. But in my heart, you have always been a tough and upright elder, so I don't understand the way you handled it last night."

Director Wang looked at Zhao Shanhe deeply again before speaking slowly.

"I really didn't realize that you have the potential to be an underground worker. You can even tell a person's style."

Zhao Shanhe touched his nose embarrassedly and said.

"Isn't it true that nothing can be hidden from your sharp eyes? You saw through it at a glance, right?"

Director Wang tapped the table with his fingers like playing a piano and hesitated before speaking.

"It's no good for you to know what's going on here, so it's better not to ask. Just live your life honestly and don't worry about other things."

Zhao Shanhe said with a wry smile.

“Auntie Wang, sometimes you can’t live a good life just by being honest.

You know what kind of person Yi Zhonghai is in our courtyard. Just wait and see. He will become a big boss again. There will definitely be some trouble. How can a commoner like me fight him in the courtyard? The street office is backing him up. How can I have a good life?"

When Director Wang heard this, he let out a long sigh and said with a lonely look on his face.

"Shanhe, sometimes, the arm is really no match for the thigh. In fact, this happened when I went to a meeting in the district. Deputy Secretary Wang specifically criticized our street office at the meeting, saying that we did not take good care of the lonely elderly. People even reported it to the district.

Who else do you think is the lonely old man in Nanluoguxiang who is valued by Deputy Secretary Wang? Only the deaf old lady in your courtyard.

If I don’t handle this well, the higher-ups can use this as an excuse to replace me. Don’t think that I’m in a high position. The district government is directly under the leadership of our subdistrict office. If I don’t obey, I’ll be punished.”

Zhao Shanhe was speechless after hearing this. What was the relationship between Deputy Secretary Wang and the deaf old lady? Was it worth helping her out for such a trivial matter?

"Director Wang, are you just going to watch them have their say right under your nose? They say the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager. I don't believe you don't have any way to deal with them."

Director Wang smoothed the hair by his ears with his hand, then spoke to Zhao Shanhe in a serious tone.

"Favors become thinner the more you use them, especially when it comes to such obvious violations. I don't believe that Deputy Secretary Wang will help the deaf old lady every time. When Yi Zhonghai makes a mistake again, I will take him down. I want to see who the old lady will ask for help this time."

Zhao Shanhe saw that Director Wang had temporarily backed down, so he could only hope that Yi Zhonghai would not cause trouble for him. If he really did provoke him, he could not blame him for being ruthless.

After Zhao Shanhe said goodbye to Director Wang, he went to Chen Xueru and confided his troubles to her. After listening, Chen Xueru felt that Director Wang's way of handling it was very appropriate.

"Shanhe, you always say that you have seen a lot, but how long have you been in society? Director Wang handled this matter very well. When facing a boss who is higher than you, you have to go along with him.

In the officialdom, if the superiors say you are capable, you are capable, and if they say you are not capable, you are not capable, and you still don't understand the logic here. If it is really as you said at the beginning, Director Li might promote you to deputy section chief. Now I actually hope you don't take the position.

You are too inexperienced to know the tricks involved. I am afraid that even if you become the deputy section chief, you will be removed by others."

Zhao Shanhe listened to Chen Xueru's advice and realized that this was just like the delivery boy he had worked for in his later life. If you were given an order, no matter how far it was, you had to take it. If you didn't take it, the next order might be even farther away.

It's like the online car-hailing driver. What's wrong with the customer service asking you to carry the customer to the 20th floor? The customer's destination is the 20th floor.

(The customer service representative must have just been dumped by her boyfriend, or she may have reached menopause, which is why she said such stupid things.)

Thinking of this, he put his worries behind him. If the sky fell, there was Shazhu to support it. Surely Yi Zhonghai would not cause trouble for him right away? Wasn't there Xu Damao?

After school, he played magic with Hou Kui for a while before returning to the courtyard. He thought that since the meeting had just ended yesterday, there would be nothing to do today. Unexpectedly, Yi Zhonghai received a notice during the day to take over the position of the uncle again, and he couldn't wait to convene a meeting of the whole courtyard in the evening.

Xu Damao followed his father out of the backyard holding a bench, muttering all the way, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Dad, what did Old Yi do all that yesterday? Couldn't he have taken some time off to rest? We just had a meeting yesterday and we have another one today. Why are there so many things going on?"

Xu Wude just came back this morning. Only when he got home did he know what happened in the yard yesterday. Although he did not witness it with his own eyes, he immediately realized that Yi Zhonghai was directing and acting it out himself. It seems that this old guy is not only a billionaire, but also obsessed with the pursuit of power.

However, he didn't care about it. Standing behind him was Lou Bancheng. Even if Old Yi had a few heads, he would not dare to provoke him. As for Xu Damao, since he had the opportunity to become the son-in-law of the Lou family, he must understand the complexity of this society as soon as possible. It was better to suffer more losses in the Siheyuan than to lose his life outside.

Sha Zhu and Jie Cheng carried the eight-immortals table to the center of the front yard and placed three seats there in order. After everyone in the yard had arrived, Lao Yi, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui finally came.

Old Yi took the enamel pot with the words "Advanced Producer" written on it and touched the armchair placed in the center. Only when he lost it and got it back did he realize how precious this position was. He swore that he would never be driven off the stage again.