Siheyuan: Forced to exchange rooms with Qin Huairu at the beginning

"Okay, I'll find the leader tomorrow and report this project."

Director Yang felt that there was a way to do it. This thing was a magic weapon in the summer. The fan could only produce a little wind, and you had to crank it by hand.

"Okay, Director, I'll be leaving first."

After Zhang Zhiqiang finished his report, he picked up his electric fan and prepared to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, Qiangzi, what are you doing?"

Director Yang grabbed Zhang Zhiqiang who was about to leave.

"I'm going back."

"Please keep the fan. I need to show it to my boss tomorrow. By the way, send a copy of your drawing over later."

Director Yang took the electric fan, put it down and said.

"me."

Zhang Zhiqiang was embarrassed. He had boasted to Ran Qiuye yesterday that he had designed the electric fan, and he brought it home today to show Ran Qiuye.

Now, I can’t take it back.

When Director Yang saw how embarrassed Zhang Zhiqiang was, he knew what happened.

"Ahem, let's put it this way. This is the only sample that is accidental. Make another one tomorrow. Oh no, two."

"Take one back and use it to see if there is room for improvement."

"Send the other one to me, and I'll think about it, too."

Director Yang coughed and gave Zhang Zhiqiang a task.

"Okay, Director. I got it. I'll send it to you tomorrow morning."

When Zhang Zhiqiang heard this, he thought it was a good thing. As for not bringing it back today, he could just explain to Ran Qiuye. His wife was so considerate.

Zhang Zhiqiang left after he finished speaking. Director Yang waited for Zhang Zhiqiang to leave and then turned on the electric fan again.

"Hiss~ It feels so good."

Just put aside the work at hand, there is no end to the work.

I get up early and work late every day for the factory, it's time for me to take a break.

Thinking of this, Director Yang enjoyed the fan with peace of mind.

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The next day, when Zhang Zhiqiang came to deliver a fan to Director Yang, there was no one in the office. I guess he must have gone to see his leader.

Zhang Zhiqiang brought his electric fan into the office, and technicians Zheng and Lin also came to join in the fun. The three of them enjoyed the fan comfortably for the entire afternoon.

When Zhang Zhiqiang took the electric fan away, Zheng Yaozu was a little reluctant, and wanted Zhang Zhiqiang to keep it for two or three months before taking it back.

Zhang Zhiqiang was speechless. It would take two or three months. It was the hottest time of the year now. The weather would turn cooler in two or three months. Why did he need this thing? Besides, his wife was still waiting for him.

Zhang Zhiqiang took an electric fan and went to the carport to wait for Ran Qiuye.

Ran Qiuye came and marveled at the electric fan, and the two of them decided to go home and try out the effects.

Back at the courtyard, Zhang Zhiqiang pushed his bicycle in through the door. When he raised his head, he saw Yan Bugui watering the flowers.

"Hey, Qiangzi, where have you been? What's that cell phone you're holding?"

Yan Bugui saw Zhang Zhiqiang holding the new gadget in his hand, so he came up to him and asked curiously.

"Uncle, it's nothing. I just made an electric fan and brought it back for use."

Zhang Zhiqiang responded with one sentence and prepared to go back.

"Electric fan, what is this? Can Uncle San help you get it?"

Yan Bugui came closer to Zhang Zhiqiang and wanted to take the electric fan.

Please, there is a plug on it. The sharp-eyed Yan Bugui saw it at a glance. He was smart and realized that this must be an extraordinary thing. It might be able to exceed three turns and one ring. After all, three turns and one ring do not have a plug.

"No need, Uncle San, just do your thing."

Although Zhang Zhiqiang refused, Yan Bugui still followed behind, wanting to see what magic this electric fan had.

When they arrived at the Central Courtyard, Zhang Zhiqiang called Ran's father and mother and went back to the backyard together. Ran's father helped hold the electric fan.

Ran Qiuye opened the door and let everyone in.

"Uncle Third hasn't eaten yet, right? Go back and eat quickly. We have something else to do at home."

Zhang Zhiqiang did not let Yan Bugui into the house and closed the door without waiting for Yan Bugui to speak.

Yan Bugui looked at the tightly closed door and felt that Zhang Zhiqiang was really going too far. After all, he was the third uncle in the courtyard and an intellectual. He was not allowed to go in to check the electric fan or drink some water even when he was at the door.

However, Yan Bugui did not leave. Instead, he peeked through the window, trying to figure out the function of the electric fan.

inside the room.

Zhang Zhiqiang had already plugged in the power and turned on the electric fan for the whole family to enjoy.

"Hey, you know what, this electric fan is really good. It makes people feel so comfortable."

Father Ran sat on the sofa, squinting his eyes comfortably and said.

"Who says it's not? You don't even have to fan yourself."

Ran's mother was also very happy, especially at this time in the afternoon and evening, the weather was very stuffy and it was unbearable to stay in the room. This electric fan solved the urgent problem.

"That must be good. This is designed by my husband."

Ran Qiuye boasted proudly.

"Yes, yes, yes. We all benefit from our daughter's help."

Ran's mother smiled and teased.

"Oh, Mom!"

Ran Qiuye's pretty face turned slightly red, and she refused to comply.

"Okay, Qiuye, you take care of the child. I'm going to go cook."

Ran's mother blew for a while and then prepared to get up and cook.

"Mom, take a rest. I'll cook today."

Zhang Zhiqiang said that Ran's mother was tired after taking care of the children all day.

"No, no, you two have worked all day, sit down and take a rest, what are you cooking?"

Ran's mother refused. She had a day off at home and she had a hard-earned job of cooking, so she wouldn't let Zhang Zhiqiang take it away from her.

Yan Bugui, who was standing by the window, felt a slight coolness and thought that this electric fan was a really good thing.

Of course, good news must be shared with others, so Yan Bugui returned to the front yard and started watering the flowers.

When people came in, they asked if they knew what an electric fan was, and then he proudly introduced to them that this was a new item that Zhang Zhiqiang had brought back, which could blow air and provide a very cool feeling.

In this way, under Yan Bugui's publicity, the whole courtyard knew that Zhang Zhiqiang's family had an electric fan.

After dinner, everyone gathered in front of the window of Zhang Zhiqiang's house to feel the coolness of the electric fan.

"Hey, you know what, this fan seems to be very cool."

"Who said it wasn't? Don't squeeze in the back, it's so hot."

"The fan blades in there spin so fast, it must consume a lot of electricity, right?"

"I think so too. Look, it can still shake its head. We can't afford something that consumes so much electricity."

"We can't afford it. Even if we have money, we can't spend it like this. Zhang Zhiqiang is still too young."

"That is to say, just blow it for a while until it cools down."

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Neighbors were chatting while enjoying the cool air at the window of Zhang Zhiqiang's house.

Zhang Zhiqiang was upset when he heard this. Why is he talking about himself when the fan is turned on? I'm giving you face.

Zhang Zhiqiang stood up and closed the window directly, saying, "Okay? Then stop blowing."

"Hey, why are you closing the window? It's my turn to blow it."

"It's just an electric fan, as if we can use more electricity by blowing it."

"Who said it wasn't? You're so stingy."

"Don't blow it anymore. We can still keep cool with a fan at home."

"Come on, let's go chat under the tree."

"Let's go."

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Everyone felt that what Zhang Zhiqiang did was not fair, and they hadn’t even started to brag about it yet.