Siheyuan: Yan Jiekuang's carefree life

About a quarter of an hour later, Jia Dongxu came out of the factory. Yi Tumao saw Jia Dongxu and immediately pulled him aside, saying, "My relative failed and was arrested by the police. I'm in a hurry to get away. Give me all the money you have."

When Jia Dongxu heard Yi Tumao asking him for money, it was as if he was going to dig out his flesh, and he hurriedly said, "Gou Laoer, I don't have any money!"

Yi Tumao said, "Jia Dongxu, I am in this situation now because of you. I don't care what method you use. At least give me fifty yuan. Otherwise, if I get caught, you won't have a good life either!"

Facing the threat from Yizhumao, Jia Dongxu wanted to beat him up. But when he thought about the factory gate, he would be in trouble if he did so. Jia Dongxu could only suppress his anger and said, "Fifty yuan? Where can I get it? I can only give you twenty yuan at most."

Yi Tumao sneered and said, "You are just a worker, and you can't even come up with 50 yuan. Isn't that too shabby?!"

Jia Dongxu said: "Only twenty, not a cent more!"

Yi Tumao thought about it, nodded and said, "Okay! Twenty is twenty, if you give it to me, I'll leave!"

"Wait!" Jia Dongxu glanced at Yi Tumao and walked towards the factory. After about five or six minutes, Jia Dongxu walked out of the factory, pulled Yi Tumao aside, took out twenty yuan from his pocket, stuffed it into Yi Tumao's hand, and urged: "Take the money and get out!"

A Tuft of Hair stared at Jia Dongxu for a few seconds, sneered, and turned away.

After Yituimao left, Jia Dongxu finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have looked for him. What bad luck!"

In a blink of an eye, it was 11:30 in the morning. As soon as the bell rang, Jia Dongxu ran out of the workshop impatiently. After entering the cafeteria, Jia Dongxu took a look at the dishes in front of the workers, and the smile on his face disappeared. He slowly followed the team to the food window.

Liu Lan saw Jia Dongxu and asked coldly, "What do you want to eat?!"

Jia Dongxu replied: "Two steamed buns, a portion of braised tofu, and a portion of spicy and sour shredded potatoes." After that, Jia Dongxu handed over the meal ticket.

Liu Lan took the meal ticket, threw it into the box beside her, scooped two spoonfuls of vegetables and put them into Jia Dongxu's lunch box, then picked up two of the smallest steamed buns and put them on the lid of the lunch box, and shouted, "Next!"

Jia Dongxu took a look at the food in the lunch box and said, "Liu Lan, what do you mean by this? Who can eat all this?!"

Liu Lan asked back, "Why isn't there enough food?! If you think it's too little, come later. There are so many people waiting in the back! If we give too much to the front, what will happen to the people in the back?! Eat if you like, and if you don't like, no one is forcing you to eat. Don't stand here and get in the way, get out!"

"That's right! Jia Dongxu, stop standing here and getting in the way!"

"Jia Dongxu is famous for not being active at work and putting food first. What can you say to him?!"...

Listening to the teasing of his fellow workers, Jia Dongxu could no longer hold back his anger. He snorted and said, "Just wait and see!" He left with his lunch box unwillingly.

After all, it's his own wife that he feels bad for. When He Yuzhu heard that Liu Lan and Jia Dongxu had an argument, he quickly dropped the work in his hands, ran to Liu Lan's side, and asked, "Lanzi, are you okay?! Did that fake bastard bully you?!"

Seeing He Yuzhu's anxious look, Liu Lan smiled and replied, "Fake things are fake things. How could he possibly bully me?! Don't worry about it."

He Yuzhu looked at Liu Lan and saw that she was really fine. He said, "Okay, if you need anything, just call me. I'll go get busy first." After that, He Yuzhu returned to the stove and continued cooking.

Jia Dongxu didn't have enough food at noon, so he had an excuse to slack off in the afternoon. But since the news of Yi Zhonghai withholding the living expenses of He Yuzhu and his sister came out, the people in the workshop couldn't stand Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu. In the past, Yi Zhonghai was an old worker with good skills, so everyone gave him some face. Now the workers wanted to kick Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu out of the workshop.

Just then, at around 2:30 pm, the workshop director Pang Delu finished his work and came to inspect the workshop as usual. He walked to Jia Dongxu's workstation, picked up a processed part and took a look. Pang Delu's face changed instantly, and then he picked up another part. After looking at five or six parts in a row, Pang Delu could no longer hold back and shouted, "Jia Dongxu, how did you process this part?!"

Jia Dongxu replied nonchalantly: "Is it processed like this?!"

Pang Delu looked at Yi Zhonghai who was not far away and shouted, "Yi Zhonghai! Come here!"

Yi Zhonghai heard the roar, sighed, turned off the machine, walked in front of Pang Delu, and asked, "Director, what's the matter?!"

Pang Delu handed the parts in his hand to Yi Zhonghai and asked, "Is this how you teach your apprentice?!"

Yi Zhonghai was an experienced worker after all, and his eyes were like a ruler. He only needed to take a glance to understand what was going on. Yi Zhonghai said, "Director, although I am Jia Dongxu's master, as the old saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but you have to practice on your own. I also have workpieces to make. It is impossible for me to help him make every part. Besides, I am now a third-level worker, and it is not suitable for me to take on apprentices. Please help Jia Dongxu find another master to take care of him!"

After listening to Yi Zhonghai's words, Pang Delu sighed, looked at Jia Dongxu, and said, "Jia Dongxu, I'll give you another chance. If you make the parts like this again next time, you can't stay in our workshop." After that, Pang Delu put the workpiece into the basket and left angrily.

After Pang Delu left, Jia Dongxu walked up to Yi Zhonghai, licked his face, and said, "Master, I am your apprentice. You can't abandon me!"

"Jia Dongxu, I have helped you in all that I can. What else do you want from me?! I am now a third-level worker. I am no longer the same as before. You can take care of yourself!" After saying that, Yi Zhonghai returned to his workstation, picked up the part, clamped it on the lathe, adjusted the feed angle, and turned on the machine.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai suddenly change his face, Jia Dongxu's face changed instantly. To put it bluntly, he was able to get by in the workshop because of Yi Zhonghai's help. Now Yi Zhonghai doesn't plan to continue to care about him, which means Yi Zhonghai intends to ask him to help him with his old age. Jia Dongxu's face changed several times like a palette, and he thought to himself: "No! I can't let Yi Zhonghai dump me!" Jia Dongxu thought about it in his mind and planned to go back to get off work to discuss this matter with his mother. After all, this is related to his income and life.

In a blink of an eye, the bell for leaving get off work rang. The machines in the workshop were shut down one after another. Yi Zhonghai closed the machine and left from the other side with the cup. Jia Dongxu, who wanted to talk to Yi Zhonghai, looked at Yi Zhonghai's back with a ferocious expression on his face. After a while, Jia Dongxu calmed down, took off his gloves angrily and threw them on the toolbox, muttering: "You are shameless. Let's see what you will do in the future?!"

Not long after Yi Zhonghai walked out of the steel mill gate, he was stopped by Liu Haizhong. Liu Haizhong asked, "Old Yi, I heard that you are not going to be Jia Dongxu's master anymore?!"