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

"Qiangzi, what did you do at noon?"

Wan Heng asked as he looked at Zhang Zhiqiang who was eating voraciously. Zhang Zhiqiang only told him that he would bring him lunch at noon.

"It's okay, just dealt with a small matter."

Zhang Zhiqiang said in a low-key manner that it was hard to say about this kind of thing, after all, his assessment this time was arranged through connections.

"Tch, mysterious."

Wan Heng complained, then stood up and started chatting with other workers.

Zhang Zhiqiang was working in the afternoon when he suddenly heard the harsh sound of debugging the radio.

After a while, a pleasant female voice came from the radio.

"Comrades, please note that Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, the youngest Level 5 fitter who passed the assessment last month, passed the Level 6 fitter assessment with a perfect score at noon today, becoming the youngest Level 6 fitter in the factory."

"To commend Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang for his outstanding performance, the factory leaders decided to reward Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang with a bicycle ticket, 20 kilograms of national grain coupons, 10 kilograms of meat coupons, and 2 kilograms of sugar coupons. We hope that all comrades in the factory will follow Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang's example, work hard, strive to be the best, and make greater contributions to the steel rolling mill."

"I'll let you know again. Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, the youngest level 5 fitter who passed the assessment last month..."

"I'll let you know again. Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang, the youngest level 5 fitter who passed the assessment last month..."

Three times in a row, everyone in the steel mill heard the broadcast.

If the last notice only made Zhang Zhiqiang slightly famous, then this time Zhang Zhiqiang became really famous.

Maybe some people don’t know Zhang Zhiqiang, but they definitely know the name Zhang Zhiqiang.

Wan Heng was stunned. What did he hear? He worked very hard to pass the assessment and became a level three fitter. He had already decided that he was very good, but he had been a little slack recently.

But his good friend Zhang Zhiqiang actually secretly took the money?

He is already a level six fitter at such a young age. As far as I know, all the level six fitters are over 30 years old. What the hell is Zhang Zhiqiang trying to do?

"Qiangzi, tell me, is there anyone else named Zhang Zhiqiang in our factory?"

Wan Heng was stunned for a long time, then asked stupidly.

"Well, maybe there should be?"

Zhang Zhiqiang answered uncertainly, "In a factory with tens of thousands of people, it's hard to say whether there are people with the same name or not. Look, the master who assessed him is called Zhang Qiang. What a coincidence!"

"The person the radio was talking about couldn't be you, right?"

There was still doubt in Wan Heng's tone.

Before Zhang Zhiqiang could answer, Director Li came over hurriedly.

"Director Li."

"Hello, Director Li."

The brothers from Workshop 11 had dinner with Director Li and were quite familiar with each other.

"Yes, Comrade Zhang Zhiqiang."

"exist."

Because in public, Director Li sounds very official.

"Here are your rewards: bicycle tickets, food coupons, meat coupons, and sugar coupons. I hope you will keep up the good work and set new records."

"Papa papa ~"

Director Li handed the award to Zhang Zhiqiang and was the first to applaud.

"Ho ho ho~"

"Oh my god, that's awesome."

"Zhang Zhiqiang is so awesome."

The workers also cheered and applauded.

Zhang Zhiqiang finally had time to look at the bicycle ticket in his hand. It was a thin little card with a 28-inch bicycle drawn on the left and the words "Bicycle Ticket" written on the right, with the impression of Beijing Municipal Bureau of Commerce printed on it.

Zhang Zhiqiang clenched it in his hand. With this thing, he could buy a bicycle and become a car owner.

Bicycles from the 1960s were comparable to sports cars of later generations, which shows how rare they were.

The applause gradually stopped, and before Zhang Zhiqiang had time to thank him, Director Li spoke again.

"Appoint Zhang Zhiqiang as the production team leader of Workshop 11 to coordinate the production tasks of Workshop 11."

As soon as Director Li's words came out, everyone cheered again.

Zhang Zhiqiang is very popular in Workshop 11 and is always willing to help his co-workers when they encounter problems. It is because of Zhang Zhiqiang's usual help that the assessment pass rate in Workshop 11 is much higher than that in other workshops.

Now that Zhang Zhiqiang is getting better and better, his fellow workers are genuinely happy for him.

"I am grateful for the trust of the Party and the organization. I will continue to work hard and contribute to the development of the motherland."

After listening to this, Director Li gave a few words of encouragement and left.

"Qiangzi, are you a level 6 fitter?"

"Ah."

"So you went to take the test at noon?"

"Ah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't even ask."

……

Wan Heng was speechless.

The words are divided into two parts.

Nine workshops.

"Uncle, the person mentioned on the radio just now wasn't Zhang Zhiqiang, right?"

Qin Huairu couldn't calm down for a long time after listening to the broadcast and asked uncertainly.

"That should be it. He is the youngest fifth-level fitter in the factory."

Yi Zhonghai wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke.

Yi Zhonghai was very anxious at this time. He had been thinking about when to talk to Zhang Zhiqiang and resolve the misunderstanding.

As long as Zhang Zhiqiang is willing to support me in my old age, I will definitely teach him the locksmith skills and try to make him the youngest eighth-level locksmith in the factory.

What happened now? Zhang Zhiqiang is like riding a rocket. He was a level 5 fitter last month, but this month he passed the level 6 assessment. Even riding an airplane is not as fast as you.

Yi Zhonghai thought that he should hurry up and find Zhang Zhiqiang to talk to him, otherwise when this kid becomes a seventh-level fitter, he will have nothing to teach him.

Qin Huairu's heart sank when she heard this. Hearing that Zhang Zhiqiang was living well was even more painful than killing her.

Qin Huairu calculated that a level six fitter's monthly salary was 72.5 yuan, and Zhang Zhiqiang alone would never be able to spend all of it.

There was a slight bitterness on his lips. If Zhang Zhiqiang was willing to help the Jia family, then his family would definitely be able to live a good life that everyone in the hospital would envy.

If I could marry Zhang Zhiqiang, then Zhang Zhiqiang's savings and house would all be my own, and Banggeng would also have a place to live when he gets married.

There are bicycle tickets now, and Zhang Zhiqiang will definitely buy a bicycle with his salary level. I sit on the back seat of the bicycle, hugging Zhang Zhiqiang's waist. Wouldn't those young girls and wives in the city be envious of me?

Qin Huairu's mouth was bitter. It was because Zhang Zhiqiang had a huge misunderstanding of her. He always thought that there was something between her and Sha Zhu. But could Sha Zhu compare with Zhang Zhiqiang?

Not to mention their looks, all the members of the He family look mature. Thirty-year-old Sha Zhu looks like he is in his forties or fifties. He is not as handsome as Zhang Zhiqiang, and Sha Zhu still has charm.

Not to mention that Zhang Zhiqiang's salary is so high now, twice that of Sha Zhu. Qin Huairu feels that she should still take the initiative, as happiness is in her own hands.

Second canteen kitchen.

"Hey, you said Zhang Zhiqiang is really amazing, a level 6 fitter, how much does he make this month?"

"It's only over 70 yuan. That's not the point. I heard that Zhang Zhiqiang is only 20 years old this year. That's the scariest thing."

"real or fake?"

"It's not what."

Sha Zhu's two apprentices, Ma Hua and Fatty, were chatting casually, one washing vegetables and the other cutting them.

Sha Zhu was sitting on a chair with the tea made by Ma Hua in his hand. He was furious when he heard what the two said.

"You two shut up. You've finished your work, right? Don't say anything about Zhang Zhiqiang."

After venting his anger, Sha Zhu felt much better and thought that Zhang Zhiqiang was just lucky.

What’s the use of having strong abilities if he has bad character. He has such a high salary but he doesn’t help the needy families in the institution. Unlike me, Shazhu, your character is recognized by everyone in the institution.

Thinking of this, Sha Zhu picked up his tea foam and drank it happily.