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

Back at the courtyard, Zhang Liang told Qin Huairu what happened. Qin Huairu frowned and said, "Zhang Liang, this sounds very strange. Your work performance has been obvious to everyone. How could there be any violation of regulations?"

Zhang Liang sighed: "I don't know who is behind this."

Qin Huairu thought for a moment and said, "Yi Zhonghai's attitude has been a little off lately. Could it be related to him?"

Zhang Liang pondered for a while and nodded: "Master Yi's attitude is indeed a bit strange, I have to check it out."

The next day, Zhang Liang began to pay attention to the factory's movements, trying to find clues. He found that Yi Zhonghai had recently been very close to some old workers in the factory, and these people seemed to have some complaints about his nomination.

One evening, Zhang Liang was working overtime in the factory when he heard several workers talking in low voices. He approached quietly and heard one of them say, "Master Yi is really shrewd. Now Zhang Liang's nomination is ruined."

Another person echoed: "Yes, we are not convinced that he is the deputy director at such a young age."

Zhang Liang was furious when he heard this. He finally understood that Yi Zhonghai was the one behind the scenes. For his own benefit, Yi Zhonghai was willing to destroy his future. Zhang Liang decided not to remain silent anymore and he wanted to expose Yi Zhonghai's conspiracy.

The next day, Zhang Liang found the factory director and told him everything he had heard. After hearing this, the factory director's expression became serious: "Zhang Liang, this matter is of great importance. We must investigate it thoroughly."

After several days of investigation, the factory management finally found evidence that Yi Zhonghai had indeed planned a series of conspiracies against Zhang Liang. Faced with such irrefutable evidence, Yi Zhonghai had nothing to say and could only resign in disgrace.

The factory director called Zhang Liang to his office and said solemnly: "Zhang Liang, after investigation, your innocence has been confirmed. Your nomination as deputy factory director will be put back on the agenda."

Zhang Liang nodded, feeling relieved.

Back at the courtyard, Zhang Liang told his neighbors what had happened, and everyone was happy for him. Qin Huairu patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder and said, "Zhang Liang, it's not easy for you to hold on. You must be more careful in the future and don't let others take advantage of you again."

Yan Bugui picked up a glass of wine and said with emotion: "Zhang Liang, you really survived a disaster this time and will have good fortune in the future. Come, have a drink!"

However, as his position was promoted, Zhang Liang's responsibilities became heavier. He not only had to manage the production of the entire workshop, but also had to deal with various complex interpersonal relationships. Under such pressure, he still maintained a humble and cautious attitude, and continued to learn and improve.

One day, Zhang Liang was busy in the office when he suddenly received an urgent call. On the other end of the line, it was Qin Huairu's voice, which sounded extremely anxious: "Zhang Liang, Bang Geng is in trouble!"

Zhang Liang's heart tightened, and he immediately put down his work and rushed back to the courtyard. It turned out that Banggeng accidentally fell while playing and injured his head. Qin Huairu was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, so Zhang Liang rushed Banggeng to the hospital.

Outside the emergency room of the hospital, Qin Huairu held Zhang Liang's hand tightly, tears in her eyes: "Zhang Liang, will Bang Geng be okay?"

Zhang Liang comforted her and said, "Aunt Qin, don't worry. The doctor said that the stick is just a skin injury and it won't be serious."

After a while, the doctor came out and told them that Banggeng was fine and just needed to rest for a while. Qin Huairu was relieved and said to Zhang Liang gratefully: "Zhang Liang, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened to Banggeng."

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "This is what I should do. Banggeng is our child and we will all take care of him."

In the days that followed, Zhang Liang not only achieved greater success at work, but also continued to exert his positive energy in the courtyard. Whenever his neighbors encountered difficulties, he was always the first to lend a hand. Everyone said that having a neighbor like Zhang Liang made life better.

Bang Geng ran over and looked at him with admiration: "Brother, you are so awesome! I want to help others like you in the future."

Zhang Liang likes to work alone, especially in the courtyard of the quadrangle. He often puts on headphones and listens to his favorite music. Music relaxes him and also allows him to find a bit of peace in his busy work. Recently, the factory is going to hold a literary and artistic competition, which makes Zhang Liang very excited because he not only has excellent benchwork skills, but also has a strong interest in music and performance.

One evening, Zhang Liang was repairing an old phonograph in the yard, and a melodious folk song was playing in his headphones. He was humming softly while carefully adjusting the machine. Bang Geng ran over and asked curiously, "Brother, what are you listening to?"

Zhang Liang took off his headphones and said with a smile, "I'm listening to an old song. It's very nice."

Bang Geng tilted his head: "Brother, do you like singing?"

Zhang Liang nodded: "Yeah, I like it very much. By the way, Banggeng, did you know that the factory is going to hold a literary and artistic competition?"

Bang Geng's eyes lit up: "I know, I heard a lot of people signed up! Brother, do you want to join too?"

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Yes, I want to try it."

Banggeng clapped his hands excitedly: "Great! Brother, you will definitely win!"

At this time, Qin Huairu came over and asked with concern: "Zhang Liang, do you really want to participate in the art competition? That is a big event in the factory, and the competition is very fierce."

Zhang Liang nodded: "Aunt Qin, I want to give it a try. It's an opportunity anyway."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Okay, that's a good idea. I heard that you sing very well, let everyone listen to it when there's a chance."

Zhang Liang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Then I have to prepare well and not let everyone down."

The next day, Zhang Liang submitted his application form to the Art Department of the factory. Li Lihua, director of the Art Department, warmly welcomed him: "Zhang Liang, you are also going to participate in the art competition? What a surprise!"

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Yes, I usually like singing, and I want to give it a try this time."

Li Lihua nodded: "Okay, fill out this form first. Our competition is divided into three categories: solo, chorus and instrumental performance. Which one do you plan to participate in?"

Zhang Liang thought for a moment and said, "I'll take part in the solo."

Li Lihua smiled and said, "Okay, then prepare your repertoire and perform well when the time comes."

After leaving the Art Department, Zhang Liang felt happy and decided to use the evenings and weekends to practice his performance. Back in the courtyard, he began to choose a piece of music and finally decided to choose a folk song he liked the most. Every night, Zhang Liang would practice in the yard, and his neighbors were very supportive of him.

One night, Zhang Liang was practicing in the yard, and Yi Zhonghai passed by and stopped to listen for a while. Yi Zhonghai showed a complicated expression on his face and walked over: "Zhang Liang, you sing well."

Zhang Liang stopped and said with a smile: "Master Yi, thank you for your compliment. I am preparing for the art competition in the factory."

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Prepare well and don't embarrass our factory."

Zhang Liang said gratefully: "Master Yi, I will do my best."

In the following days, Zhang Liang was busy with his work in the factory while preparing for the art competition. His neighbors also supported him enthusiastically. Bang Geng often came to help, and Qin Huairu even made him several sets of costumes for the performance.

One night, Zhang Liang was practicing singing in the yard when he heard someone calling his name at the door. He walked over and saw that it was Liu Haizhong, a technician from the factory.

"Zhang Liang, are you free? I have something to ask you." Liu Haizhong said with a smile.

Zhang Liang nodded: "Of course, come in and sit down."

After Liu Haizhong sat down, he said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I want to ask you about the art competition. I also want to participate, but I don't know how to prepare."

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "You're welcome. I can help you. Which project do you plan to participate in?"

Liu Haizhong scratched his head and said, "I want to try singing with the guitar, but I'm not very good at playing the guitar."

Zhang Liang thought for a moment and said, "How about this, let's practice together tomorrow night and I'll help you."

Liu Haizhong nodded gratefully: "Thank you so much, Zhang Liang."

The next night, Zhang Liang and Liu Haizhong started practicing in the yard. Zhang Liang patiently taught him the basic fingering of the guitar and some simple songs. Liu Haizhong learned very seriously, and the two communicated with each other and made rapid progress.

One night, Zhang Liang was practicing with Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui came over and said excitedly: "What are you doing? It's so lively!"

Liu Haizhong smiled and said, "We are practicing the music for the art competition, and Zhang Liang is teaching me how to play the guitar."

A hint of curiosity flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes: "I want to learn too, can you teach me?"

Zhang Liang readily agreed: "Of course, let's practice together."

Therefore, every night, there was always cheerful music in the courtyard. Neighbors expressed their support, and the deaf old lady even cooked steaming red bean porridge for them.

Finally, the day of the art competition arrived. Zhang Liang and Liu Haizhong arrived at the competition site early and saw their colleagues in the factory preparing nervously. Li Lihua came over and encouraged them, saying, "Come on, today's competition is very important, you must perform well."

Zhang Liang and Liu Haizhong smiled at each other and nodded. They knew that today was not only a chance to show their talents, but also a chance to prove their efforts.

The competition began, and the first was the solo event. Zhang Liang stood in the center of the stage, the lights shining on him, he took a deep breath, and began to sing the folk song he had carefully prepared. The clear singing voice echoed in the hall, and the audience was moved by his soulful singing and applauded.

Next was Liu Haizhong's guitar singing. He was a little nervous, but thinking of Zhang Liang's encouragement, he gained more courage. He played the guitar and sang the song he had practiced for a long time. The audience was also attracted by his performance.

After the competition, Li Lihua announced the results. Zhang Liang won the first place in the solo event, and Liu Haizhong also won the Excellence Award for guitar singing.