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

One day, the factory director called Zhang Liang to his office. His expression was serious but also a little gratified: "Little Zhang Liang, everyone has seen your efforts. We have decided to promote you to deputy factory director, responsible for technical management and production scheduling."

Zhang Liang was a little surprised for a moment, and then he was excited and grateful: "Director, thank you for your trust, I will definitely work hard to do a good job."

The factory manager nodded and smiled with satisfaction: "I believe you have the ability. Go back and prepare first. The specific appointment will be announced at the factory meeting next week."

Zhang Liang walked out of the factory director's office, feeling full of expectations and pressure. He knew this was a huge opportunity, but it also meant more responsibility. When he returned to the workshop, he told his good friend Liu Haizhong the news.

After hearing this, Liu Haizhong patted Zhang Liang on the shoulder and said, "Little Zhang Liang, congratulations! You are the pride of our factory."

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Thank you, Brother Haizhong. Your support is very important to me. I will need your help in my work in the future."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Of course, if you need anything, just let me know."

However, this news caused a stir in Yi Zhonghai's heart. As an old fitter who had worked diligently in the factory for 30 years, he had always dreamed of being promoted to a management position one day. Now, a young man had taken the lead, which inevitably made him feel a little unbalanced.

One night, Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui talked about this matter in the yard. Yan Bugui saw that Yi Zhonghai was unhappy and asked, "Old Yi, what do you think about Xiao Zhangliang's promotion?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly: "He is indeed capable, I admit. But I feel a little uncomfortable about getting promoted so quickly."

Yan Bugui nodded: "Yes, this matter would make anyone uncomfortable. However, we can't say anything, he is indeed capable."

Yi Zhonghai was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "No, I have to find a way."

A few days later, the whole factory meeting was about to be held. Zhang Liang and Liu Haizhong were busy preparing materials in the workshop. Suddenly, the factory received news that Zhang Liang had made a major mistake in his work, causing damage to an important equipment. This news exploded in the factory like a bomb.

The factory director immediately convened an emergency meeting of relevant personnel, including Yi Zhonghai. He looked at Zhang Liang with a serious face: "Little Zhang Liang, can you explain what's going on?"

Zhang Liang was puzzled: "Director, I have always been working according to the operating procedures. It is impossible for such a big mistake to occur."

Yi Zhonghai said coldly: "Then take a look at this, this is the surveillance record at that time."

Zhang Liang took the video and watched it carefully, and found that he had indeed made an obvious mistake during the operation. His heart sank: "This is impossible. I was clearly following the procedures at the time. How could I have made a mistake?"

The factory manager frowned: "Little Zhang Liang, you must give us an explanation."

Zhang Liang took a deep breath and said, "Director, I think there is something wrong here. I hope to investigate it more carefully."

The factory manager nodded: "Okay, let's investigate again."

After a detailed investigation, the factory technicians found that someone had deliberately tampered with the surveillance video and put the blame on Zhang Liang. As the investigation deepened, Yi Zhonghai's name gradually surfaced. The factory director was furious and immediately called Yi Zhonghai to his office.

The factory director asked sternly, "Yi Zhonghai, did you do this?"

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head, was silent for a few seconds, and finally nodded: "I did it, I was jealous of little Zhang Liang, he was too young, I was not convinced."

The factory director angrily scolded: "You are hurting people's hearts! Everyone can see the efforts and talents of little Zhang Liang. What you are doing is not only hurting him, but also affecting the reputation of the entire factory."

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head, knowing that he had made a big mistake: "Director, I know I was wrong, and I am willing to accept any punishment."

The factory manager sighed and said, "I am really disappointed that you have done such a thing at your age. Go back and wait for processing."

Yi Zhonghai walked out of the office, his heart full of regret and self-blame. He knew he was wrong and felt extremely heavy.

After Zhang Liang was cleared of all charges, the factory leaders decided to formally announce his appointment at a factory-wide meeting. On the day of the meeting, the factory director gave a speech on stage: "Today, we would like to introduce a new deputy factory director to you. He is Zhang Liang. With his outstanding skills and diligent work attitude, he has won everyone's recognition."

Zhang Liang walked up to the stage and took the appointment letter, his heart filled with excitement and gratitude: "Thank you, Director, and thank you for your trust in me. I will continue to work hard and contribute my own strength to the development of the factory."

There was warm applause from the audience, and fellow workers expressed their congratulations. Liu Haizhong and several other good friends also came forward to congratulate him.

Liu Haizhong smiled and said, "Xiao Zhang Liang, congratulations, you finally got a promotion."

Zhang Liang said gratefully: "Thank you for your support, we will work hard together in the future."

When he got home, Zhang Liang shared the good news with his neighbors. Qin Huairu said happily, "Little Zhang Liang, you are the pride of our yard."

Yan Bugui nodded: "Yes, little Zhang Liang, you must take good care of us old neighbors in the future."

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "Of course, we are all one family."

A few days later, Yi Zhonghai found Zhang Liang with a complicated expression: "Little Zhang Liang, I'm sorry, what I did that day was too much, I hope you can forgive me."

Zhang Liang looked at Yi Zhonghai. Although he felt a little unhappy, he knew that tolerance and understanding were the key to solving the problem: "Master Yi, I understand your feelings. Let's forget about the past. Let's work together to get the job done."

Yi Zhonghai nodded gratefully: "Thank you, little Zhang Liang, I will work hard in the future and will not make this mistake again."

Since then, the relationship between Yi Zhonghai and Zhang Liang has gradually returned to normal. They still maintain a good cooperative relationship at work and work together for the development of the factory.

As the days passed, Zhang Liang performed very well in his new position. Not only did he improve greatly in technology, but he also showed outstanding management skills. The factory's production efficiency was greatly improved, and the factory leaders were very satisfied with his performance.

One night, Zhang Liang and Liu Haizhong were talking about their future plans in the yard. Liu Haizhong asked, "Little Zhang Liang, what are your plans for the future?"

Zhang Liang smiled and said, "I want to continue to improve my management skills and strive to make greater contributions to the development of the factory."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "This is a good idea. Your talent will definitely bring more changes to the factory."

At this time, Qin Huairu came over with a basin of clothes and said with a smile: "Little Zhang Liang, come and help me, these clothes are too heavy."

Zhang Liang quickly stood up and took the basin from Qin Huairu's hand: "Okay, Sister Huairu, I'll help you with whatever you say."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "You are becoming more and more sensible, kid."

Zhang Liang is very successful in the steel mill, but he also has a little-known hobby, which is listening to music. In his opinion, music is the best way to relieve stress. Whenever he is tired at work, he will put on headphones and immerse himself in the world of music, as if all his troubles have disappeared.

One evening, Zhang Liang had just finished a day's work and returned to the workshop lounge. He took out the radio he carried with him and tuned to a favorite music channel. The soothing melody coming from the headphones made him feel relaxed. At this moment, Liu Haizhong walked in, saw Zhang Liang enjoying himself, and said with a smile: "Little Zhang Liang, are you listening to music again?"

Zhang Liang took off his headphones and smiled: "Yes, Brother Haizhong, listening to music can make people relax."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Yes, music is indeed a good thing. By the way, the factory is planning to hold a literary and artistic competition. Have you heard about it?"

Zhang Liang was stunned: "Arts and Culture Competition? This is something new."

Liu Haizhong smiled and said, "Yes, in order to enrich everyone's spare time, the factory leaders decided to hold a literary competition. Don't you like music? Do you want to participate in one?"

Zhang Liang thought about it and hesitated: "I like listening to music, but I don't have much experience in performing."

"Don't be so modest. You are so talented, you can definitely do it. Besides, this is also a good opportunity to show your talents."

Zhang Liang was a little shaken. He had always liked music, but he had never performed it in public. If he could participate in this art competition, it might be a good attempt. Thinking of this, he nodded: "Okay, I'll try."

The next day, Zhang Liang went to the factory to register. The person in charge of registration, Master Zhang, asked with a smile: "Little Zhang Liang, do you also want to participate in the art competition?"

Zhang Liang nodded: "Yes, Master Zhang, I want to sing a song."

Master Zhang smiled and said, "Okay, I look forward to your performance."

After signing up, Zhang Liang began to prepare seriously. He chose a song he liked best and took time to practice it every day. After get off work, he would go back to the dormitory, pick up the guitar, play and sing by himself, and try his best to practice every note to perfection.

One night, Zhang Liang was practicing in the yard. Qin Huairu came over and said with a smile, "Little Zhang Liang, you have been practicing singing these days. Are you going to participate in the art competition in the factory?"

Zhang Liang nodded: "Yes, Sister Huairu, I want to try it."

Qin Huairu smiled and said, "Okay, I support you. You are so talented, you will definitely get a good ranking."

Zhang Liang smiled modestly: "Thank you for your support, Sister Huairu. I will work hard."

Zhang Liang was getting more and more nervous. Although he was an excellent fitter in the workshop, singing on the stage was a new challenge for him. He kept telling himself to believe in his ability and that he would be able to do it.

On the day of the competition, the factory auditorium was packed with people. The workers were all looking forward to this grand event, and the atmosphere was very lively. Zhang Liang was sitting backstage, feeling uneasy. Liu Haizhong came over and encouraged him: "Little Zhang Liang, don't be nervous, just play to your best."