Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"Alas!" Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "I did pass the exam, but I'm not satisfied!"

"Why?" Zhang Xiulan asked.

"No matter how capable my seventh-grade worker is, how can he be more capable than others' eighth-grade workers? You say that He Daqing is deliberately going against me. I am assessing the seventh-grade workers, but he is only assessing the eighth-grade workers. How can I be happy about this? I don't know what tricks He Daqing used to actually let him pass the exam and become an eighth-grade worker!" Yi Zhonghai said distressedly.

"Oh, I understand. What do you mean by eighth-level worker? Did He Daqing pass the exam?" Zhang Xiulan's eyes widened in fear.

"That's impossible. There are more than 10,000 workers in the factory, but only two or three of them are Grade 8 workers. It's so difficult to pass the exam, but He Daqing actually passed it? What ability does he have?"

Zhang Xiulan said in surprise.

"Who knows? It's a pity that I didn't pass the exam, otherwise I would definitely be able to take revenge and teach that kid a lesson." Yi Zhonghai said angrily.

"Lao Yi, don't worry. It's already very impressive that you passed the seventh-level worker exam. Besides, you just said that you just didn't pass. It doesn't mean you will never pass. Don't worry, if you don't pass this time, just keep working hard next time." Zhang Xiulan advised.

"Well, Xiulan, you are right. I shouldn't be discouraged. I have to keep working hard."

……

Jia Dongxu also returned to his home, and Jia Zhang thought that her son was going out to eat with He Daqing at noon.

Who would have thought that she would come back in the middle of the day and not have cooked his meal yet, so she hurried to make a bowl of noodles for Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, why are you back? Why didn't you go to eat with your master?" Jia Zhang came into the room with noodles and asked.

Jia Dongxu took the chopsticks, picked up a mouthful of noodles and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly, and said, "Mom, my master is busy."

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Jia Zhang asked.

"Mom, my master passed the exam and became a level 7 worker." Jia Dongxu said while eating noodles.

"What did you say? Your master passed the exam and became a seventh-level worker? Is this true?" Jia Zhang stood up excitedly and asked, grabbing her son's arm.

"Yes, it's absolutely true. I heard my master say it with my own ears." Jia Dongxu nodded.

Hearing this, Jia Zhang was so excited that tears almost flowed out, and said: "I knew that your master is the best, he will definitely pass the exam. Where is your master now? I will go and congratulate him."

"He is eating in the factory committee canteen!" said Jia Dongxu.

"Okay, then I'll wait for him to come back and bring him something delicious."

Jia Zhang said with a smile.

Jia Dongxu nodded, said nothing more, and lowered his head to eat his noodles.

At this time, Yan Bugui also learned that He Daqing had passed the examination to become an eighth-level worker, and he quickly found his eldest son and gave him instructions.

"Jie Cheng, your job is now secure. He Daqing is now an eighth-level fitter, and his position in the factory is not low. Although he is not a senior technician yet, as long as he asks, the leaders will not agree."

When Yan Jiecheng heard the news, he was so happy that he patted his head and said quickly, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely perform well and will never let Uncle Zhou down."

"Well, work hard and don't forget your father's future. I'm still waiting for you to become successful," Yan Bugui encouraged.

Yan Jiecheng's words became even sweeter now.

"Dad is still thoughtful and far-sighted!"

Yan Bugui was even more proud now. He patted his son on the shoulder and said proudly.

"Don't you see that your father has been planning for many years for a long time? This is just the beginning. After you become He Daqing's disciple, you can't be lazy and serve him like your father. You can't be outdone by Jia Dongxu, and you can't be worse than him, understand?"

Yan Bugui said seriously.

"Dad, I get it. Don't worry, I will definitely not embarrass you." Yan Jiecheng said.

"Well, you are my son, I definitely trust you. Okay, go to work!" Yan Bugui waved his hand.

Yan Jiecheng left, and Yan Bugui sat on a chair, drinking tea and smoking leisurely.

This family, as if they had a new heart, is much more harmonious than those in later generations.

At night, because he had drunk enough, He Daqing was finally sent back to the courtyard by Director Yang's driver.

A Red Flag car drove up to the gate of the courtyard.

Because today is a happy occasion, it is inevitable that people drink a lot. Even if He Daqing has a big drinker capacity, he can't handle the wine that so many people are drinking to congratulate him.

"Mr. Zhou, we've taken you home!"

After Director Yang’s driver finished speaking, he prepared to turn around.

"Thank you and thank you for your trouble, Xiao Wang!" said He Daqing.

"Haha, Mr. Zhou, I'm just a driver. It's not that hard. But Mr. Zhou, I see you've drunk a lot of wine. Let me get you some food!" Xiao Wang said with a smile.

"No need, the dishes are ready, you don't need to take them, thank you!" said He Daqing.

Xiao Wang smiled, didn't insist, turned around, drove out of the alley and headed towards the city.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, He Daqing was seen being carried into the courtyard. Everyone saw it and hurried over to help He Daqing.

"Lao He, why are you so drunk?"

"What's wrong with you? Why did you drink so much?"

"..."

He Daqing was supported by everyone and entered the courtyard.

When I got to the door, I saw so many people gathered there talking. I didn't know who said this, but soon someone came over.

Especially the one leading the group didn't look like a resident of this courtyard.

"Hello, comrade. I'm a clerk from the subdistrict office. You can just call me Xiao Hu. What happened to Master Zhou?"

Xiao Hu, the clerk of the street office, naturally didn't know that today was the assessment day for the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, nor did he know that He Daqing passed the examination and became an eighth-level worker.

Now that he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on He Daqing, he became even more unhappy.

He Daqing drank so much, obviously because he was taking an exam.

And the smell of this wine is too pungent.

"Secretary Hu, this is what's going on. Old He passed the exam for eighth-level workers today. We invited him to lunch at noon, so he was bound to drink a lot. Secretary Hu, you won't be embarrassed, right?" He Daqing, who knew the news, said in a loud voice.

When Xiao Hu, the clerk of the subdistrict office, heard that He Daqing had passed the eighth-level worker exam, his expression changed and there was more respect in his eyes.

But He Daqing was so drunk that he couldn't understand what they were saying. He was also drunk and couldn't help shouting, "Hey, Lao He, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly. Say it again."

Seeing how drunk He Daqing was, He Daqing shook his head helplessly and said, "Old He, you are drunk. Let's talk tomorrow."

He Daqing waved his hand and pointed at Xiao Hu and said, "I'm not drunk, Xiao Hu, right? Who are you and why are you here?"

"Master Zhou, my name is Xiao Hu. Hello, I'm from the street office. Although Master Zhou, you passed the eighth-level worker exam today, I believe in the assessment of the steel rolling mill. It stands to reason that people who can pass the eighth-level worker exam are better than others in all aspects. But Master Zhou, how can you hit an old man?"