Siheyuan: Since 51

The two sat down on the sofa.

Lin Zhiyuan threw a cigarette to him and pursed his lips to signal, "Go ahead, what's the matter?"

Zhang Xiaomao scratched his temple, his face full of distress.

"Brother Zhiyuan, Director Zhang from the Engineering Department came to me specifically and asked me to make soy products for them."

After the food supply, steel mills do not get much soybeans every month.

Zhang Xiaomao's two apprentices were transferred to the kitchen to help out.

The task of making soy products fell on Zhang Xiaomao alone.

It seems that the tasks are reduced, but the time consumed is almost the same.

Do it alone?

Why?

Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but sneer and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Zhang Suqiu?"

"Yes, that's him."

Zhang Xiaomao nodded and said in a dignified voice, "What do you mean by technicians working overtime every day? It consumes too much energy and their nutrition is not enough, which will delay the progress of research and development."

Lin Zhiyuan took a puff of cigarette and asked curiously, "Why didn't he go to Wen Qiang for this matter? What's the point of asking you? You just do the work but don't care about the distribution."

Zhang Xiaomao waved his hand and explained, "He meant for me to do it alone so that they can eat it while they work overtime at night."

Lin Zhiyuan leaned back and sneered.

"Don't pay attention to him, just do what you have to do."

After that, he asked with a smile, "Did you not report to Wen Qiang?"

Zhang Xiaomao looked embarrassed and laughed innocently, "Director Tang is at the same level as him, so his words are not effective, right? If I go to report, won't that cause trouble for Director Tang?"

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"You, no matter how incompetent you are, are still the canteen director. Just listen to your leader's instructions. Let's talk about this matter. After you tell Wen Qiang and he handles it, will you no longer be troubled?"

After a pause, he said, "Of course, if Wen Qiang's arrangement is unreasonable, you can still come to me."

"Okay, I understand. I'll report it later."

After Zhang Xiaomao left, Lin Zhiyuan crossed his legs and couldn't help wanting to laugh.

stupid.

It's so stupid.

It is highly likely that it was not Hou Hongming and the other three who ordered this, but Zhang Suqiu who acted on her own initiative.

But what's the difference?

As expected, I’m not afraid of god-like opponents, but I’m afraid of pig-like teammates.

It may seem like a trivial matter, but don't forget that Lin Zhiyuan's faction has a problem amplifier, the new generation wind god Li Huaide.

If the wind blows, Zhang Suqiu will be skinned alive even if she doesn't die.

At that time, should I insure it or not?

If you protect it, you will bring trouble upon yourself. If you don’t protect it, the boat of friendship will capsize. Do you think it will?

I leisurely drank two cups of tea, smoked a cigarette, and read four or five pages of a book.

Tang Wenqiang appeared as expected and walked in with a smile on his face.

"Brother Zhiyuan, this is good news, very good news."

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling very relieved, and gestured: "Tell me, what's the good news?"

A sneer appeared on Tang Wenqiang's lips.

"Zhang Suqiu privately approached Xiao Mao and asked him to make soy products alone. This was the perfect opportunity to remove this nail."

Hearing this, Lin Zhiyuan was quite surprised. Isn't this kid Tang Wenqiang growing too fast?

After a moment's silence, he uttered two words calmly, "Continue."

"This is what I thought. Let Xiao Mao suffer for a few days, and then stop supplying soy products to the employees..."

After listening patiently, Lin Zhiyuan frowned slightly.

It’s a good plan, but why does it feel a bit cruel?

On second thought, would this kid take this opportunity to take revenge?

This is not a good sign.

Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows and his smile disappeared.

"Are you sure there's no personal feelings involved?"

"No, really not."

Tang Wenqiang waved his hands repeatedly, "At first, I was a little angry that Xiao Mao came to you instead of me. But then I thought, he is just a fool, I really don't need to bother with him."

After a pause, he continued to explain, "It is said that soldiers fight soldiers and kings fight kings. This is just a small matter, it is not necessary for you to step in. Let me play with Zhang Suqiu!"

That makes sense. The opponent played a three and then played a king bomb directly, which is really a waste.

Lin Zhiyuan thought for a moment and agreed, "Okay, then I'll wait and see."

After saying that, I couldn't help but ask, "By the way, kid, where did you get this bad idea?"

Tang Wenqiang smiled proudly, "Brother Zhiyuan, you should know that my grandfather is a storyteller. Our family lacks everything except books. After listening to so many messy stories, it is inevitable that he has some crooked ideas."

"Hahaha, the old man has been talking about books all his life, and it's not in vain."

Lin Zhiyuan joked and waved his hand, "Just go ahead and do it. I'll cover you."

"okay."

After getting Lin Zhiyuan's permission, Tang Wenqiang's restless heart could no longer calm down.

He rushed back to the cafeteria and went straight to Zhang Xiaomao.

"Xiao Mao, I'm sorry."

Zhang Xiaomao was confused. He was so cheerful just now, why did he become so bitter after going out?

"What's wrong? What do you mean?"

Tang Wenqiang pretended to be helpless and sighed, "You have to work overtime and help Director Zhang make soy products."

When Zhang Xiaomao heard this, he became unhappy and questioned directly.

"Director Tang, are you kidding? I can't keep working all the time by myself, right?"

After saying that, he pretended to leave, "I'm going to find Brother Zhiyuan. How can you bully me like this?"

Tang Wenqiang quickly stopped him and said earnestly, "Hey, you can't go there again. To tell you the truth, this matter is originally a struggle between the higher-ups. If you go, you will only cause trouble for Brother Zhiyuan."

Zhang Xiaomao looked suspicious and scratched the back of his head.

"Isn't that right? I just went to see Brother Zhiyuan and he told me to do whatever I was supposed to do. Why are you saying that now?"

"Listen to me and do it for him. Hold on for as many days as you can. If you really can't hold on, just take a rest and I'll give you double the compensation."

Tang Wenqiang looked embarrassed and patted Zhang Xiaomao on the shoulder, "We have to help Brother Zhiyuan, don't you think?"

Zhang Xiaomao didn't understand what was going on. He pondered for a while and then asked in a gentle voice, "Doing it for them means helping Brother Zhiyuan?"

"Yes."

"Can I have double rest later?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll do it."

Back in the office, Tang Wenqiang held a cigarette in his mouth and muttered to himself, "Zhang Suqiu, I've been listening to books since I was a child, which is equivalent to being familiar with the Art of War. This time, I want to see why you keep causing trouble for Brother Zhiyuan."

The amount of soy products in the steel mill has been reduced again and again. In the past, they were all cooked separately, and later on, only a few pieces of tofu were added to the big stew.

Zhang Xiaomao held on for five days, but couldn't bear it anymore. He said goodbye to Tang Wenqiang and went straight back to the village.

As soon as the production of soy products stopped, the employees quit.

"What's going on? There's a whole pot of vegetables but not a piece of tofu."

“That’s right, I haven’t heard of any soybean cuts recently.”

……

Faced with questioning, the canteen staff had already spoken with one voice.

"What can we do? Director Zhang from the Engineering Department has had Zhang Xiaomao working non-stop for five days, and now he's exhausted."

When the employees heard this, they became furious.

"What, isn't this bureaucracy?"

"Director Zhang, Zhang Suqiu's grandson?"

……

The factory was flooded, but Lin Zhiyuan stood still and ignored it.

It happened to be Saturday, and after work, I rode my bike straight to Lingjing Hutong to cooperate with the brigade commander in his last performance.