Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

Another busy day has come to an end. After get off work, Chen Changan bought two newspapers directly, ready to see how Uncle Xiao and others promote themselves in the newspapers.

After dinner in the evening, Chen Changan, who was tired after a day of work, lay on the bed and read the Sijiu City Morning Post.

After reading it, Chen Changan was greatly disappointed. He thought that the newspaper praised his honeycomb briquettes very highly.

Chen Changan of later generations still remembers that after the reform and opening up, he experienced many twists and turns in order to be able to advertise products in newspapers.

In this day and age, you can advertise your honeycomb briquettes in newspapers. Mr. Xiao's methods are quite powerful.

Who knew it wasn't an advertisement at all. It was just a call for people to use more coal to deal with the shortage of wood and local trees. Then it introduced the comparison between current coal briquettes and honeycomb coal. The difference between home-made stoves and foreign stoves.

This is a simple scientific question. After comparison, the furnace produced by our processing plant is more suitable for our country.

Chen Changan thought about it and thought that this was not bad. It was also a disguised form of advertising. It was the utmost kindness that Mr. Xiao could help him to this point.

Otherwise, relying solely on word of mouth, sales this winter would probably not be very high.

At the Yan family, Yan Fugui learned that his two sons, one in the accounting office of the factory issuing invoices and the other in charge of collecting invoices in the warehouse, were successful. He happily took out a glass of Erguotou mixed with water and gave each of his two sons.

This made Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang very happy. They had always drunk secretly outside since they were little, but this was the first time they drank openly at home.

It's not the wine that makes people drunk, it's people who make themselves drunk. The three of them started to get drunk after drinking only a little.

I don't drink much normally, but I drank a little too much when I first started drinking. Plus, there wasn't anything to go with the wine, so it was normal to get drunk.

Yan Jiecheng shouted, "Being a manager in this factory is not a big deal, it's very simple. In a few years, I can be a factory director."

Yan Fugui nodded in agreement after hearing this. My son, Yan Fugui, is talented. This group of temporary workers are all illiterate. Among them, my son Yan Jiecheng has only a junior high school education, so he is outstanding.

After hearing what his elder brother said, Yan Jiefang's hair stood on end and he sobered up immediately.

He had been with Chen Changan for a longer time and had been to many places with him. He was no longer a rookie in the officialdom.

What is a temporary worker, what is a formal worker? What is the administrative level, what is a worker? Not to mention that Chen Changan is already at the deputy section level. Even if he goes to the steel rolling mill, he is still a section chief or deputy section chief.

My eldest brother is still a temporary worker who can be fired at any time. Even if he becomes a regular employee, there is no hope.

Workers are workers, and at most they are paid for work. But aren't they still workers? Without administrative ranks, how can they be factory managers?

The main thing is that someone will hear it. A tolerant person will just laugh it off. But if someone is petty and tells the leader about it, then your good days will be over, right?

Seeing Yan Jiecheng's attitude of getting Yan Fugui's support, he quickly stopped Yan Jiecheng who was about to say something else and said, "Brother, if you are drunk, please say less. We are still temporary workers. Whether we can work in the factory depends on what others say. Don't offend people for no reason."

After hearing Yan Jiefang's words, Yan Fugui and Yan Jiecheng sobered up instantly.

Yes, it is good to have ambition, but the factory director whom he wants to replace lives in the same yard as him, and right across the street. If this is heard by others, it would be a small matter to make things difficult for him. No one would say anything if he was driven away directly.

Although Yan Jiecheng was sober, he was still very proud. He was embarrassed by his brother's words and said stubbornly, "What are you afraid of? I am not inferior to Chen Changan. If he can be a factory director, I can be one too."

Yan Jiefang was also afraid. If he continued like this, his job would be in danger. In order to let Yan Jiecheng know the difference, he directly explained the temporary workers, regular workers, workers, cadres, and administrative levels, and told Yan Jiecheng that Chen Changan was already at the deputy section level. That afternoon, not only Yan Jiecheng, but even Yan Fugui was dumbfounded.

How could ordinary people who don't work in an organization or hold an official position understand these things?

Usually, people only know to call someone such and such, director such and such, section chief such and such. Who would have thought that there are so many things in it?

Everyone thought that temporary workers would become workers after being promoted to regular workers, and then they would be promoted to deputy section chief, section chief, director, and factory manager.

It turns out that this is not the case at all. Workers are workers and leaders are leaders.

Yan Jiecheng finally realized the gap between himself and Chen Changan.

He muttered, "I don't know what kind of luck I have." He finished the wine in one gulp, got up and went back to the house.

Yan Fugui was also mumbling to himself, "No wonder I haven't been able to become a director for so many years. I don't even have the lowest administrative level, how can I be a director? My whole life has been in vain."

He lit a cigarette for himself, staggered to his feet, patted Yan Jiefang, and tried to say something. He felt that he had never known as much as Yan Jiefang had known Chen Changan for a few days. He didn't know what to say. He sighed, leaving Yan Jiefang with a lonely figure.

Looking at the expressions of Yan Fugui and Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang didn't know whether what he did was right or not.

If I don't tell them the real situation, my elder brother and father will feel like they are floating on the sky.

I've told you, looking at the two of them, it was too much of a blow. Yan Jiefang didn't know what to do for a moment.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Chen Changan and the two brothers Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang walked towards the factory together.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng didn't sleep well that night, Chen Changan asked with concern, "Jiecheng, why are you so listless? Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

This sentence made Yan Jiecheng not know how to answer. Should Yan Jiecheng say that I didn't sleep all night last night because I was jealous of you as the factory director and wanted to replace you?

He just replied in a low voice, "Well, I didn't sleep well." and then there was no other response.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng, who was obviously in a different mood from his first day at work, Chen Changan looked at Yan Jiefang in confusion.

Looking at his disappointing elder brother, Yan Jiefang had no choice but to say, "I don't know what he ate yesterday, but he had diarrhea at night. He just ran to the public toilet all night and didn't sleep for a long time."

Hearing this, Chen Changan nodded and expressed his understanding. This is the bad thing about this courtyard house. It is so cold at night that you have to go to the public toilet outside to use the toilet.

When you have diarrhea, if you don’t poop in your pants, you’re considered a fast runner.

This is why Chen Changan rushed to renovate and build the toilet before the weather got cold. If the weather is cold, you have to squat in the toilet quickly, otherwise your butt will be frozen and you won't even feel it.