Siheyuan: Becoming a cadre after graduating from technical secondary school

As soon as Sha Zhu followed the others into the kitchen, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Just by looking at the furnishings and utensils in the kitchen, he knew that the owner here must be a connoisseur of food.

However, the more experienced they are, the harder it is to serve them.

Sha Zhu was suddenly no longer in a hurry. He put the kitchen knife, shovel and other tools into water to cool them down, then took out a cigarette and lit it.

But before he could take two puffs, he heard someone say, "Hey young man, this is the kitchen. How can you smoke in the kitchen? It's so unhygienic."

Sha Zhu followed the voice and saw a man in plain clothes with white hair, who was about fifty or sixty years old. He looked very steady and kind, just like a neighbor uncle.

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, Sha Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and said in a very familiar manner: "Uncle, is there a place to smoke here?"

The 'uncle' seemed a little surprised at his boldness, but still smiled and said, "Yes, you can smoke in the bushes or in the study. Come with me."

As he spoke, the old man brought Sha Zhu to the grass on the first floor and found a quiet place. Sha Zhu gave the old man a cigarette and they both started smoking together.

When the old man had only a cigarette butt left in his hand, his expression was a little conflicted, but in the end he put it in his mouth and took a deep puff.

Sha Zhu said with a smile: "Sir, it's just a Daqianmen cigarette. If you want to smoke it, I'll give you another one. Why do you make it sound like I was watching people smoking opium in a drugstore when I was a kid?"

"Ah, sorry to embarrass you, young comrade." The old man said with a wry smile, "I was hit by a stray bullet on the battlefield and my lungs were injured. I am almost useless now that I am old. I am not even allowed to smoke at home."

It turned out to be a veteran of the war of resistance against Japanese aggression. Sha Zhu was immediately in awe and said, "According to the words of our factory's purchasing chief Lin, you are 'old soldiers never die, they just wither away'. I think with your spirit, you can easily kill two more Japanese with your sword."

The old man's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he asked with disdain: "How can a poor cook like you get to know the section chief?"

Sha Zhu immediately became anxious, and his voice became a little higher: "Look at what you said, after all, I am the only... one of the only two chefs in our factory, otherwise it would not be my turn to come here today. Besides, Chief Lin is from the same courtyard as me."

"Okay, okay, I believe it." The old man coaxed Shazhu like coaxing a child, and then asked casually: "By the way, your Section Chief Lin's words make sense. What kind of person is he usually?"

"As for him, I tell you, he is a very narrow-minded person..." Sha Zhu just opened his mouth, but suddenly remembered that there was a stranger next to him, and the words of complaint were abruptly turned: "Actually, Chief Lin is a pretty good person. He is very capable in all aspects and not pedantic..."

Just as the two were chatting, Secretary Sun walked over from a distance as if he was looking for someone. When he saw the old man, his expression quickly became respectful.

The old man also glanced at Secretary Sun out of the corner of his eye and waved his hand imperceptibly, and Secretary Sun immediately retreated cautiously.

",,,So, our factory can't do without Chief Lin!"

Sha Zhu kept praising Lin Zongxuan, but the expression on his face became more and more awkward.

The old man watched him perform quietly, and finally almost laughed out loud: "Alright, alright, little comrade, there is no such perfect person as you say in reality. It's getting late, let's go back together."

Sha Zhu shrugged and followed the old man back to the kitchen.

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On the other side, when Xu Damao was bending over in the reception room to adjust the equipment and lights, he suddenly saw a graceful middle-aged woman walk in and watch the equipment operate curiously.

Xu Damao was a very good person. He knew that this woman must be someone extraordinary. He stood up and asked respectfully, "Hello. If you have anything you want to know, I can tell you."

The middle-aged woman was not polite and asked some questions about film projection in a gentle manner, such as how film is formed and the exposure of the film.

After all, Xu Damao was an experienced and senior projectionist, and he was deliberately flattering, so he naturally told him everything he knew about these things.

As expected, his attitude won the favor of the middle-aged woman, and she smiled and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

Xu Damao was delighted and answered respectfully, "My name is Xu Damao, I'm 28 years old, from the Third Steel Rolling Mill, and I'm a projectionist in the factory."

The middle-aged woman asked again, "I just saw two young men coming with you. Are they from the steel mill?"

"Well, they are all my colleagues. One is from the purchasing department, and the other is the cook." Xu Damao thought for a moment and added, "The one in blue is the cook, He Yuzhu, and the one in gray is Lin Zongxuan, a cadre from the purchasing department of our factory."

"cook?"

The middle-aged woman recalled the scene when Sha Zhu took her husband outside to smoke, and said unhappily, "How can a cook be so addicted to smoking? It's obvious that he has low quality."

After complaining about Sha Zhu, she said thoughtfully, "But the other comrade named Lin you mentioned seems to have a good temperament."

"You are absolutely right. That cook is indeed of low quality." Xu Damao raised his eyebrows and said mysteriously, "To be honest, do you know what we call that cook in our factory?"

"What?" the middle-aged woman asked curiously.

"Stupid column!"

Xu Damao then complained: "That man is stupid all day long, he doesn't look serious at all, he's over 30 and he doesn't even have a wife.

Think about it, this kind of person can only cook a big pot of rice, what kind of dishes can he make? Let me tell you, the new chef in our factory is the real chef. I don’t know why you asked him to come here..."

Suddenly, Xu Damao stopped talking and his face turned red. The woman followed his gaze and saw a frowning face.

An old man walked in with a serious face, followed by Secretary Sun and a group of people with different expressions, including Director Yang, whose eyes were about to burst into flames.

The middle-aged woman came forward and asked the old man curiously, "Old Wang, have you seen Xiao Lin?"

"I have seen him, but we haven't spoken yet."

The old man said a few words to the middle-aged woman, then walked out of the screening room on their own. Everyone else hurriedly followed him. When Director Yang left, he glared at Xu Damao fiercely.

In a blink of an eye, only the trembling Xu Damao and the running equipment were left at the scene.

(The next chapter may not pass the review. If it really doesn’t get published, I will get up in the morning to revise it.)