Siheyuan: Making a fortune every day, breaking the defense of the whole courtyard

Zhang Xiao and Qin Huairu turned around and saw Yan Bugui jogging towards them.

He was still waving the account book in his hand.

"Uncle, what are you doing?!" Zhang Xiao raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

It's rare to see Uncle San not going to work early in the morning, but blocking people in the front yard.

I guess the Jia family must have promised a lot of benefits!

"Oh, stop talking. I'm the only uncle in the courtyard now, and Jia Zhang has entrusted me to handle this funeral." Yan Bugui said with some difficulty.

"This is embarrassing, but fortunately, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, two former masters, are here to help."

"And my main job is to collect membership fees."

"Uncle, how much are you planning to donate?" Qin Huairu couldn't help but smile as she looked at the rows of names above.

Silly Zhu ten yuan.

Yi Zhonghai thirty yuan.

Twenty yuan in Liu Haizhong.

Qin Huairu had seen it with her own eyes at the Jia family before, not to mention the huge amount involved now, it was obvious that there was something fishy going on.

"Not much, I'll give you ten yuan." Yan Bugui smiled and said, "My family is also in a difficult situation.

"Uncle Three, this is not right. The first two uncles have made over twenty dollars. How can you be like a junior like Sha Zhu? After all, your family has two working parents." Zhang Xiao looked at Yan Bugui with a smile.

If everyone could donate a little, just one or two dollars, or a few cents.

Zhang Xiao didn't mind giving the Jia family a dollar or two.

But there are dozens of them, and the purpose is very obvious at first glance.

"Oh, don't say that. Although Yan Jiecheng is working in a steel rolling mill now, his salary is only enough for food." Yan Bugui sighed.

After saying that, he raised the brush in his hand and asked with wide eyes.

"I won't delay your work time. Just tell me the number and I'll write it down for you."

"Uncle, what a bad luck." Zhang Xiao pretended to touch his pocket, "How about I bring it to you when I come back tonight?"

"That's fine." Yan Bugui nodded.

On the road.

"You must not donate money to the Jia family!" Qin Huairu reminded.

Zhang Xiao glanced at Qin Huairu, "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be controlled by that old man. Such a large amount of money clearly shows that he has bad intentions." Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiao.

He is good in every way, except that he doesn't take money seriously.

When she first learned about the salaries of Xiaolong and Xiaohu, Zhang Xiao's subordinates, she was in shock for the entire day.

I worked less than eight hours and earned two dollars a day.

This is more than she could earn working eight hours a day.

She would never have dared to think about it before. Ever since she married Jia Dongxi, the money that passed through her hands every month has never exceeded twenty yuan.

"Got it." Zhang Xiao said, "By the way, Fengxia asked us to go to the courtyard for dinner tonight."

"But didn't you say that you would pay and send the third uncle over there in the evening?" Qin Huairu was a little puzzled.

"Tsk! Whoever wants to eat at this banquet can eat, but I'm not going to eat. Can the boiled cabbage prepared by Jia Zhang be as delicious as my meat!?" Zhang Xiao said disdainfully.

"Too!"

When the two parted at the intersection, Zhang Xiao reminded Qin Huairu again.

"I have something to do this afternoon so I won't be going to the factory. Remember to come over in the evening!"

Qin Huairu couldn't help but roll her eyes at Zhang Xiao. Did she need to remind him twice? She knew what Zhang Xiao was thinking without even thinking about it.

"Hurry up and go to school!"

Steel rolling mill.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong returned to their jobs.

Looking at the familiar operating table, the two couldn't help but sigh. They didn't expect that they had only been there for half a month, and everything had changed after they returned to the factory.

When the other workers saw me, they did not greet me enthusiastically as usual.

Instead, as soon as he saw the two of them, he turned around and showed off the gossip he had heard to his friends.

"Hey! He is Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong."

"I didn't expect him to be such a person. You can't judge a person by his appearance."

"That's right, I heard that..."

This was the most common thing the two heard that morning.

Like Liu Haizhong, Yi Zhonghai was treated unequally in the workshop. Yi Zhonghai was sent to make some basic parts while Liu Haizhong continued to swing a sledgehammer.

It's just more tiring work.

Yi Zhonghai was in no mood to work the whole morning. The most important thing in his life was his reputation.

Set an example of respecting the elderly and loving the young in the hospital, and establish a friendly image in the factory.

But now it's all gone.

The words of the crowd were like sharp steel needles piercing Yi Zhonghai's heart.

And all this was because of this troublemaker Zhang Xiao, who destroyed the "empire" he had spent most of his life building.

Life with Liu Haizhong is not easy either.

In the past, he could stop and rest for a while after swinging the sledgehammer for a while, but now the workshop director was keeping an eye on him and he was a little lazy.

The workshop director walked up to him and "supervised" him.

When had he ever been treated so unfairly?

It was just lunch time, and the two of them prepared their meals and met under the shade of a tree.

"Old Yi! You have to think of a way. We really can't stand it if this goes on." Liu Haizhong's face was bitter, and the chopsticks in his hand kept shaking.

"Alas! I had the same experience." Yi Zhonghai also sighed.

He was relatively better off, after all, he was a level eight fitter. There were not many fitters of this level in the entire steel rolling mill, and many precision parts required high-end talents like these to complete.

But now it seems like being banished to the cold palace.

Yi Zhonghai took a deep puff of cigarette, "It takes the person who tied the bell to untie it. Our current situation is all caused by Zhang Xiao, so if we want to turn things around, we really need..."

Before Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, Liu Haizhong asked anxiously, "What do you need? Old Yi, tell me quickly!"

"We still need Zhang Xiao. As long as his reputation is ruined, we may have a chance to turn things around." Yi Zhonghai continued.

When Liu Haizhong heard Yi Zhonghai's words, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Are you talking about Qin Huairu!?"

Now Yi Zhonghai was stunned by Liu Haizhong's words.

What does it have to do with Qin Huairu?

However, after thinking for a moment, Yi Zhonghai felt that there seemed to be some room for maneuver in what Liu Haizhong said.

Qin Huairu has been doing housework at Zhang Xiao's house, and if something happens.

It is difficult to explain the twists and turns involved. In diplomacy, Jia Zhang is not only unreasonable but also a loudmouth.

"Old Liu, it seems like your method does have some room for maneuver!"

Yi Zhonghai was constantly perfecting Liu Haizhong's ideas in his mind.

However, in order to accomplish this task, there is still an important step.

Or it can be said to be an indispensable thing.