Siheyuan: I, an ordinary resident, the king of chefs

Li Xiaomei gently held Zhang Liang's hand and said softly: "Zhang Liang, you should do something for them and use your musical talent to help them realize their dreams."

Zhang Liang pondered for a moment and nodded, "Xiaomei, you are right. I should use my musical talent to help them and let more people hear their voices."

The next morning, Zhang Liang came to the factory and found Lao Wang, the leader of the choir. Lao Wang was an old worker with both legs amputated, but he was always smiling and energetic.

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"Lao Wang, I want to join your choir and use my musical talent to help you." Zhang Liang said sincerely.

Lao Wang looked at Zhang Liang in surprise, then laughed out loud, "Little Zhang Liang, you are willing to join us? That's great, we need talents like you."

From that day on, Zhang Liang began to rehearse with the choir members every day. He used his musical knowledge to help them improve their vocal techniques and adjust the tunes. Whenever he heard those passionate songs, Zhang Liang's heart would be filled with warmth.

One evening, Zhang Liang and Wu Qiang were walking in the yard. Wu Qiang asked with concern: "Zhang Liang, why are you always busy recently? You look very tired."

Zhang Liang sighed and said with a smile: "Wu Qiang, I am helping the disabled workers' choir in the factory rehearse. Their singing moved me very much, and I want to use my strength to help them."

Wu Qiang nodded and praised: "Zhang Liang, you are such a good person. They will definitely become more outstanding because of your help."

As they were talking, Li Xiaomei came over with a cup of hot tea in her hand and handed it to Zhang Liang, "Zhang Liang, you must be tired. Have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."

Zhang Liang took the tea and said gratefully: "Thank you, Xiaomei. With you by my side, I feel that everything has become more meaningful."

Li Xiaomei smiled and said, "Zhang Liang, no matter what you do, I will support you."

As time went by, the choir's performance became more and more exciting, and the workers' singing became more and more moving. Zhang Liang looked at their confident faces and felt a sense of accomplishment.

On that day, the factory held a general meeting. Director Zhang came on stage and said with a smile: "Dear colleagues, today we are going to show you our factory's choir. They are the most respectable group of workers in our factory."

Zhang Liang and the choir members stood on the stage, feeling nervous and excited. Lao Wang walked up to Zhang Liang and said softly, "Zhang Liang, thank you. Without your help, we wouldn't have achieved what we have today."

Zhang Liang nodded with emotion, "Old Wang, this is the result of everyone's joint efforts."

The choir began to perform. The melodious singing echoed in the auditorium. The audience listened quietly, and many people had tears in their eyes. Zhang Liang looked at the audience, and his heart was filled with pride and emotion.

Holding Zhang Liang's hand, he said excitedly: "Zhang Liang, your performance with the choir was wonderful. You are the pride of our factory."

Zhang Liang said gratefully: "Thank you Director Zhang, this is the result of our joint efforts."

When they returned to the courtyard, neighbors came to greet them. Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Zhang Liang."

Yan Bugui also nodded in agreement, "Yes, little Zhang Liang, we really admire you and the workers in the choir."

Li Xiaomei held Zhang Liang's hand, tears in her eyes, "Zhang Liang, I'm proud of you."

A foundation was established to help disabled workers. The foundation attracted many enthusiastic employees, who worked together to provide assistance to workers in difficulties.

Zhang Liang became the deputy factory director. Because of his academic qualifications, he was more valued by the leaders than other fitters. This also aroused the envy of many technical workers, who often spoke ill of Zhang Liang.

In the rolling mill of Sijiucheng, amid the sound of machines working day and night, the news that Zhang Liang was appointed as deputy factory director spread quickly throughout the factory area like a thunder. As a skilled worker with a degree, Zhang Liang not only performed well in literature and art, but his work ability was also recognized by the factory leaders. However, along with the joy of promotion came endless rumors and jealous eyes.

In the evening, Zhang Liang returned to the courtyard and Li Xiaomei was arranging flowers and plants in the yard. Seeing Zhang Liang, she smiled warmly: "Zhang Liang, how are you today?"

Zhang Liang smiled, walked over and shook Li Xiaomei's hand, "Xiaomei, I was appointed as the deputy factory director today."

Li Xiaomei's eyes lit up. "Really? Zhang Liang, this is great!"

Zhang Liang nodded, feeling Li Xiaomei's joy, but his heart was a little heavy. He knew very well that this position not only meant greater responsibilities, but also more challenges and pressures.

While the two were talking, Qin Huairu and Yan Bugui also came over. Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Zhang Liang, I heard that you got a promotion, congratulations!"

Yan Bugui also patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder approvingly, "Little Zhang Liang, you are really promising. It is a great honor for our courtyard to have someone like you."

Zhang Liang smiled modestly and said, "Thank you for your support. I will do my best to live up to the expectations of the factory leaders and everyone."

Although the neighbors were happy about Zhang Liang's promotion, the atmosphere in the factory was not so harmonious. Many technical workers were dissatisfied with Zhang Liang's promotion, thinking that he got the position only by virtue of his education and some luck. Rumors began to spread in the factory, and some people even questioned Zhang Liang's ability to his face.

One day, he suddenly heard people talking outside. He looked up and saw several skilled workers standing together with dissatisfied expressions on their faces.

"Have you heard? That Zhang Liang was promoted to deputy factory director. Why? Isn't it just a degree?"

"That's right. We have worked so hard on the front lines for so many years, why is it not our turn?"

"I heard that he was still organizing those cultural and artistic activities. I really don't know what the factory leaders think."

Zhang Liang felt a pang in his heart when he heard these words, but he knew that as the deputy factory director, he had to deal with these problems calmly. He stood up, walked to the workers, and said with a smile: "Masters, do you have any questions?"

The workers looked at each other in embarrassment. One of the older workers said, "Zhang Liang, we just wonder why you can be the deputy director while we old workers can't get promoted?"

Zhang Liang nodded and said with understanding: "Masters, I understand how you feel. My becoming the deputy director does not mean that I am better than you, but it is because the factory leaders trust me. I also know that everyone has high expectations of me, so I will work harder and prove myself with my actions."

After hearing Zhang Liang's words, the workers' expressions eased somewhat, but they were still somewhat dissatisfied. Zhang Liang knew that it would take time and practical actions to completely solve this problem.

When Zhang Liang returned to the courtyard that night, he told Li Xiaomei what happened during the day. Li Xiaomei asked with concern: "Zhang Liang, are you okay? Will these words affect you?"

Zhang Liang sighed, "Xiaomei, I know this is inevitable. I will work hard and win everyone's trust with practical actions."

Li Xiaomei held Zhang Liang's hand and said softly, "Zhang Liang, I believe you can overcome these difficulties."

The next day, Zhang Liang came to the workshop and started working with the workers. He not only participated in production in person, but also actively communicated with the workers and listened to their opinions and suggestions. Gradually, the workers began to have a new understanding of Zhang Liang, and felt that he was not a high-handed leader, but a partner who was willing to fight side by side with them.

One day at noon, Zhang Liang and Wu Qiang were having lunch in the cafeteria. Wu Qiang asked with concern, "Zhang Liang, how are you doing recently? Has the attitude of the workers towards you improved?"

Zhang Liang nodded and said with a smile: "Wu Qiang, the situation has improved a bit, but there are still many people who have prejudices against me. However."

Wu Qiang patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Zhang Liang, I believe in you. As long as you stick to it, everyone will see your efforts."

As time went by, Zhang Liang's efforts gradually paid off. The workers began to look up to him, and the atmosphere in the factory became more harmonious. Zhang Liang not only made achievements in production, but also actively promoted cultural and artistic activities in the factory, making everyone's spare time more colorful.

Wu Qiang said seriously: "I want to set up a technical innovation team in the factory to study how to improve production efficiency and reduce energy consumption. You are the deputy director of our factory, and I hope you can support me."

Zhang Liang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Wu Qiang. Technological innovation can not only improve the production efficiency of the factory, but also enhance our competitiveness."

A technical innovation team was established. The team attracted many talented technical workers, and everyone worked together to improve production efficiency and reduce energy consumption.

As time went by, the technical innovation team, led by Zhang Liang and Wu Qiang, achieved many remarkable results. The factory's production efficiency was greatly improved, energy consumption was significantly reduced, and everyone's work enthusiasm was also high.

One day, Zhang Liang and Wu Qiang were busy in the workshop, when Director Zhang suddenly came over with a satisfied smile on his face. "Zhang Liang, Wu Qiang, your team has done an excellent job, and the factory leaders are very satisfied with your work."

Zhang Liang and Wu Qiang smiled with relief after hearing this.

Director Zhang nodded and said, "Keep up your efforts. I believe our factory will get better and better."

When Zhang Liang returned to the courtyard, he told his neighbors the good news, "Zhang Liang, you are the pride of our courtyard."

As time went by, Zhang Liang did better and better in his position as deputy factory director, winning the trust and support of more and more workers. He not only achieved remarkable results in production, but also actively promoted the cultural construction of the factory, organized various literary and artistic activities, and made everyone's life more colorful.