Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

"Yang Ming,"

"This little thing should be no problem for you, right?"

Before he finished speaking, someone echoed him, as if he couldn't wait to get the answer.

“Hey, Mr. Yi, your words are really impressive.” Yang Ming spoke softly, his eyes leisurely sweeping over the people present.

"I heard that Mr. Yang Ming, as the deputy factory director, can easily transfer a few workers to the new factory, right?"

People echoed, and their words revealed their support for Yi Zhonghai.

"That's true..." someone else responded.

"Neighbors meet each other every day, and it's just a small matter. Mr. Yang will definitely be able to accommodate him." Someone else interrupted.

Seeing that everyone was standing on Yi Zhonghai's side, he showed a smug look on his face, cleared his throat, and said:

"Since everyone has expressed their opinions, the matter is settled. You can go your separate ways."

However, just as everyone was about to leave, Yang Ming stood up, smiled slightly, and said, "This is really wonderful, wonderful, our highly respected and selfless Master Yi."

"You all gathered here today for such trivial matters?" He looked around with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"I believe everyone knows how difficult it is to make a living in this city nowadays," he continued.

"Everything seems to be easy here with Uncle Yi."

"What? Is this steel rolling mill your family business, Uncle Yi?" He looked at Yi Zhonghai, his tone full of doubt.

"Or have you, Yi Zhonghai, become so powerful that you don't even take the factory director seriously?" he further questioned.

"Yi Zhonghai, I have something to say to you." Yang Ming changed the subject, "As a person, you should know your shame. If you don't know your shame, then no one can defeat you."

"Yang Ming, what do you mean?" Yi Zhonghai's face turned red due to Yang Ming's words, and he asked angrily.

"What do you mean? You don't understand this?" Yang Ming sneered, "Then I can only feel sorry for your wisdom."

"If you are so keen on interfering in other people's affairs, why don't you first care about your own situation?" he continued.

"Others have bound feet, but you, Yi Zhonghai, may have bound your heart as well?" His words were full of sarcasm.

"Yang Ming!" Liu Haizhong couldn't help but defend Yi Zhonghai when he saw this. "How can you talk to Master Yi like that?"

"Why not?" Yang Ming asked, "New China has been established for so many years, do you still want me to kowtow to you and call you master?"

"Do you really think that you can call yourself a leader just because you are a manager?" He sneered, "Do you know the word 'leader'?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot, Liu Haizhong, you have been to school for a few years, you should know a few words." He turned to Liu Haizhong, "but you are not doing your job properly all day long, and you only know how to talk about the word 'leader'. I think your days as a manager will not last long!"

At this time, only Yan Bugui was left on the field. He knew that he was no match for Yang Ming, so he forced a smile and said, "Yang Ming, I'm different from them. I didn't mean that."

Well, come to think of it, my son Jie Cheng just graduated from high school and is now idle. I am also very anxious. I want him to enter the society as soon as possible and find a stable job.

Uncle, if you trust me, I am willing to help you find one. Yang Ming hesitated for a moment, but finding a job does require some thought and luck.

This... Hey, Yang Ming, you are such a kind-hearted person. The third uncle smiled awkwardly and said, "I know you won't just sit there and watch."

Uncle, you are too polite. Yang Ming waved his hand. When someone asks someone to do something for you, you have to show some appreciation. But you just let me do it.

This... I... The uncle was choked and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Since you trust me so much, I will do my best. Yang Ming changed the subject, but there was still no smile on his face. However, I have to say in advance that it is better for you to use your calculating mind on your son. I don't want to be involved.

The people around couldn't help laughing. They all knew in their hearts that this hospital-wide meeting was just a show. Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong, the three managers, just wanted to use this opportunity to let Yang Ming arrange jobs for them.

But Yang Ming was obviously not so easy to deal with. He had a straight-forward character and would not give in easily in such a situation.

After teaching these three uncles a lesson, Yang Ming turned his attention to Sha Zhu, Jia Zhang and others.

Shazhu, it is a good thing that you are willing to help others, but there must be a limit. Yang Ming said seriously, you have a lot of salary every month, why don’t you help others? Especially those who really need help in our yard.

And your lunch box is full every day, but have you ever shared it with anyone else except Qin Huairu? Yang Ming continued to question.

Silly Zhu, you are actually like this because you covet Qin Huairu's beauty. At this time, Xu Damao interrupted with a gloating smile on his face.

Xu Damao, stop fanning the flames here! Sha Zhu was enraged and turned to Xu Damao. Yang Ming ignored their argument and turned his gaze to Jia Zhangshi.

Jia Zhang, you hang around in the yard every day, trying to get involved in everything. Yang Ming said coldly, I think the job of pulling the manure cart is too easy for you. I will report it to the street office and ask them to consider increasing your workload so that you don't have to do nothing all day.

When Jia Zhang heard this, her face turned pale. She knew very well the hardships of pulling a manure cart. If the workload increased, she was afraid she really wouldn't be able to handle it.

After admonishing those residents in the courtyard who behaved improperly, Yang Ming's gaze slowly turned to the neighbors who lived quietly on weekdays.

"I am well aware that in our small community, many families are experiencing hardship in life, and some people are eagerly awaiting a stable job opportunity." His words revealed a peaceful concern.

“For those who really need a helping hand,” he continued, “as your neighbor, I will naturally do my best to help.”

"But I must make one thing clear in advance," he said, changing the subject. "The steel mill is not my own business, and I do not have the power to assign tasks at will."

"Please before the end of this week," he elaborated, "if anyone needs help finding a job, please write down your personal situation and expectations and give it to me. I will reflect the situation to the factory truthfully."

"But the number of places is limited, and I will give priority to those families who are in a more difficult situation," he said frankly. "As for other friends in need, I may be able to find some temporary job opportunities for you through the community or the street, but I may not be able to provide formal positions."

These words prompted some people in the yard to take action, apparently moved by his words.