Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

When Xiaopang was taking turns to exchange ideas in the cafeteria, He Yuzhu came to the cafeteria, called Song Aiguo to the office and said:

"Old Song, I will go to the factory director's office later to talk about your promotion to deputy director. You must perform well recently and not let down at the critical moment."

Song Aiguo reached climax when he heard this. His face turned red with excitement. He rubbed his hands constantly, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Director He, don't worry, I will never embarrass you. I'll get busy now."

"Ouch~"

"Old Song, stay calm. Don't get excited. How are you going to get out if the door isn't opened?"

"Yes, yes, Director He, you are right. How can I get out if you don't open the door?"

"Director He, you go ahead and do your work. I'll go work hard first."

Seeing Song Aiguo who was so excited that he couldn't even walk, He Yuzhu stood up, closed the door, and strolled towards the factory director's office building.

Along the way, whenever someone greeted him, whether he knew him or not, He Yuzhu would smile and nod in response, until his cheeks hurt from laughing.

Secretary Song saw He Yuzhu rubbing his cheeks and asked in confusion: "Zhuzi, do you have a toothache?"

"Brother Song, you have a toothache. My cheeks hurt from laughing. They are too enthusiastic."

When Secretary Song heard this, he rolled his eyes at He Yuzhu and said, "Zhuzi, just show off in front of me. Everyone knows your reputation as Director He."

"Brother Song, even if others don't know me, you still know me. I'm just a cook, and I'm always your big brother."

Secretary Song found He Yuzhu's words very useful. People don't necessarily have to be calculative about the length of a moment. All they want is a little respect.

Everyone carries the fancy sedan chair. Since you, He Yuzhu, respect me, then I, Secretary Song, am not a vain person.

He waved his hand gently, and asked He Yuzhu to lean over and whispered: "Zhuzi, the factory director doesn't look good today. You have to be careful when you go in and talk later."

"Brother Song, thank you very much, take this cigarette."

After saying that, he casually took out a bag of Peony, and Secretary Song didn't hesitate to put it in his pocket naturally.

He Yuzhu wanted to withdraw, but then he thought about what he had promised Song Aiguo. Thinking about how excited Song Aiguo was just now, He Yuzhu thought, "Let me see what could make Yang Weimin so worried."

After knocking on the door, He Yuzhu walked in with a smile and said, "Uncle Yang, you look really energetic today."

Yang Weimin thought that the only person who dared to offend him at this time was He Yuzhu. Seeing He Yuzhu, his mood inexplicably improved. What was going on? Could Zhuzi have a way to solve this problem?

"Zhu Zi, what do you want to see me about?"

"Uncle Yang, look at what you said, it's not okay for me to come and see you, do I have to come because of something?"

"Zhu Zi, since you said it's nothing, I won't approve anything later."

"Uncle Yang, you are the best when you are old. I am here to help with a small matter."

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't come to my temple for no reason. Tell me, it's rare that I'm unhappy today, so I'll approve or not depending on my mood."

"Uh~ Uncle Yang, is it okay for you to be so straightforward?"

"Hurry up and tell me, or my mood will deteriorate and I won't even want to listen."

"Uncle Yang, I said, I said it's not possible, I just want to promote Song Aiguo from our third canteen to deputy director, otherwise I can't handle it by myself."

Hearing this, Yang Weimin was very pleased, "Zhu Zi, you have made progress. You know how to delegate power. This is a good thing. I agree."

He Yuzhu thought: "If you knew that I only proposed this because I wanted to make it easier for myself to slack off, would you slap me in the face?"

Sometimes people are just mean. They would have gotten away with it if they had achieved their goal, but curiosity got the better of them. He Yuzhu couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Yang, what made you look so sad when I came in?"

Yang Weimin thought: "Maybe this bastard Zhuzi has some good ideas."

"Zhu Zi, someone recently suggested to Minister Li that I should work in the ministry as the office director."

He Yuzhu understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. Someone wanted to reap the benefits of the booming Red Star Steel Mill in recent years.

If you say you want to pick them, just pick them. But you eat them in such an ugly way. It seems that the person who wants to come here is not a good person either.

"Uncle Yang, did you ask Minister Li for his opinion on this matter?"

"Zhu Zi, I haven't asked yet. This matter is directed at me. My old boss is very busy now, and I can't cause trouble for him."

He Yuzhu wanted to laugh when he heard this, thinking: "Uncle Yang, oh Uncle Yang, you are so naive."

"Uncle Yang, I think you'd better talk to Minister Li about this. Don't forget that although you are the director of the steel mill, it was also Minister Li who put in a lot of hard work to get it."

Yang Weimin was just a little slow in reacting, but he was not stupid.

"Zhu Zi, I understand now. These people are so complicated. It's really not as straightforward as the army."

"Uncle Yang, I'll leave first. Anyway, I think it's better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix." After saying that, he ran away.

"You little brat, you're trying to lecture me on moral matters."

"But this brat is right. It was my fault this time." After calming down, he picked up the phone and dialed.

Outside the door, Secretary Song sat upright as he watched He Yuzhu fleeing in panic, fearing that his leader would vent his anger on him again.

He Yuzhu said that he was innocent, causing Secretary Song to be alarmed for a false alarm.

Back in the third canteen, Song Aiguo, who was working while glancing at the door from time to time, appeared in front of He Yuzhu as soon as he saw him come back.

"Director He, I..."

"Old Song, you should take more literacy classes in the future. I persuaded the factory director to agree reluctantly."

"Gah~" Song Aiguo, whose dream came true, felt a sudden rush of blood into his brain and fell backwards.

Fortunately, He Yuzhu was quick to grab him.

Song Aiguo, who had recovered, held He Yuzhu's hand and kept muttering, "Director He, you are really a benefactor to our Song family. There has never been anyone more successful than me in my family for eighteen generations."

"Oh~ then your ancestors were really not that great." He Yuzhu said sadly.

"Okay, Lao Song, work hard and behave well in the future, don't embarrass me."

"Don't worry, Director He, you will just have to rely on my performance from now on." After saying that, he went to work without saying a word.

The fat boy in the first cafeteria was about to cry. Looking at the work that had already been arranged, he felt so sad that he had no tears.

I cried out in my heart: "Mom, I want to go home. City people are very cunning. If I continue like this, I will really die. Woo~ Woo~"