Siheyuan: The Final Winner

  Chapter 22 Ask Yi Zhonghai to borrow money to buy a radio

  Liu Lan, who is in her early twenties, looks ordinary.

  But her skin is good enough, fair and delicate, and her figure is plump enough to make people love her.

  Jiang Ping'an doesn't like thin women very much, but has a soft spot for women with some flesh on their bodies.

  For example, Qin Huairu, Liang Ladi, and Lou Xiaoe from the backyard are all charming.

  The Tang Dynasty regarded fat as beauty, and that fat was not fat, but plump.

  So Jiang Ping'an thinks that his aesthetics is similar to that of Tang people.

   At this time, Liu Lan had been married for more than two years, had a child, and had only been in the rolling mill for half a year.

   It is not surprising that Jiang Ping'an will be targeted by Deputy Director Li.

   Still the same sentence, although Liu Lan is not very beautiful, but her figure is enchanting enough, even wearing work clothes can't hide it.

   As for the logistics side, there are really not many women who can catch the eye.

  Short and tall, it is not surprising that Liu Lan will be watched by Deputy Factory Manager Li.

  Jiang Ping'an and Liu Lan did not mix up often, and he had no intention of keeping Liu Lan by his side.

  The two are just a dewy couple, and Liu Lan is not her own woman.

   In the final analysis, Jiang Ping'an couldn't control her.

   After thinking about it, Jiang Ping'an raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you think?"

   "What can I think? I am a worthless man, and I don't care about the life of the family. The whole family depends on me to support me. I can't support it anymore." Liu Lan said with red eyes and a face full of sorrow.

  Jiang Ping'an sighed, and said, "What kind of a guy is that man of yours? If it really doesn't work, you might as well get a divorce."

   "You have only been married for two or three years, and you have just had children, and he doesn't care about the family. What's the point of following him?"

   Liu Lan sighed: "You said it is simple, but how can things be so easy?"

  Jiang Pingan saw that she didn't intend to divorce, so he didn't persuade her much.

  So he pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

   "Yeah, you count me as half a man, if you don't help me, who will help? Could it be that you really want me to commit myself to Deputy Director Li?" Liu Lan nodded and replied.

  Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and said, "I'll give you ten catties of stick noodles at most every month now, any more will not be enough for myself."

   "Add more, ten catties is too little." Liu Lan begged.

  Jiang Ping'an categorically said: "It's only ten catties, no more, you don't want to starve me to death, do you?"

   "If you are still not satisfied, you can go to Deputy Director Li, he must give more than me!"

   "Don't spoil me!" Liu Lan cursed with a smile, no longer pushing the boundaries, and then said softly:

   "Didn't I come to beg you because I have no choice?"

   "Don't worry, I've collected your food, and I'll only let you touch me in the future, keep your word."

  Jiang Ping'an didn't believe it at all, but didn't bother with this question, nodded and smiled and said:

   "Okay, go to the old place tomorrow morning, and I'll bring the stick noodles."

   Things were settled, and the two left the warehouse one after the other.

  Jiang Ping'an has a day to rest every time he comes back from the countryside.

  So he didn't plan to stay in the factory any longer in the afternoon.

   After thinking about it, he walked to the third workshop.

  When he came to the third workshop, Jiang Ping'an saw a workstation from a distance.

  Yi Zhonghai is patiently guiding Jia Dongxu to process parts.

   This Jia Dongxu is very stupid. He has been in the factory for seven or eight years, and he is still a first-class fitter.

  Even if Yi Zhonghai, the eighth-level fitter, tried to teach him, he just couldn't learn it.

   After a while, the factory will hold a fitter grade assessment again.

  Yi Zhonghai wanted Jia Dongxu to pass the second-level fitter examination, and his hair was almost gone.

  In fact, the first three levels of fitters are not too difficult. Many women have raised their levels within a few years after entering the factory.

  Even Jiang Pingan, a buyer, has come to the workshop more times, and under his influence, he has the level of a third-level fitter.

  For Jia Dongxu, as long as he entered the factory, he would be in a daze, unable to change his mind.

   But once he gets off work, he will come alive, and if he is sitting at the gaming table, he will be even more energetic.

  Jiang Pingan saw Yi Zhonghai and walked straight over.

   During the period, other workers also greeted him, and he responded with a smile, and sometimes made a few jokes.

  The machine roared, and neither Yi Zhonghai nor Jia Dongxu noticed Jiang Ping'an coming.

   Only when they were in front of them did the two realize it.

  Yi Zhonghai, who was looking sad, looked back, his face softened, and he said loudly, "Ping An just came back?"

   "I'll be back in the morning!" Jiang Ping'an replied loudly, then pointed out of the workshop, and said loudly:

   "Let's talk outside, it's too noisy here!"

  Yi Zhonghai nodded, told Jia Dongxu a few words, and then walked out of the workshop.

  Jiang Pingan smiled at Jia Dongxu, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to leave.

   "What's the air? Isn't it just a buyer? If I went to a technical secondary school, I would definitely be better than you!"

   Jia Dongxu looked at Jiang Ping'an's background, pursed his lips and said, but his eyes showed envy.

  Jiang Pingan didn't know what Jia Dongxu was thinking, so he took a few steps to catch up with Yi Zhonghai, and the two came outside the workshop together.

  When he came to the corner, Jiang Pingan took out a pack of Daqianmen from his pocket, handed one to Yi Zhonghai, and lit one himself.

  After lighting it with a match, the two of them suddenly swallowed.

   "It's definitely not good for you kid to find me, so tell me, what's the matter?"

  Yi Zhonghai took a long breath of smoke and asked.

  Jiang Pingan laughed, took out the radio ticket from his pocket, and explained:

   "Not long ago, Deputy Factory Manager Li rewarded me with a radio ticket. I want to take some time to buy it and listen to it."

  Yi Zhonghai raised his hand and took a breath of the cigarette, frowned and said, "Do you have the money to buy it? You still owe eighty-five yuan to me. When do you plan to pay it back?"

   "I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in a while." Jiang Pingan shook his head and said bluntly, adding:

   "At the same time, I want to borrow some more from you. You know that I don't have any savings, but this radio ticket has been delivered to me. I don't buy it and I feel itchy."

   "That's true!" Yi Zhonghai nodded and said, "Then you wait for me to get off work, and go back to the courtyard to find me."

  Lending money to Jiang Pingan, Yi Zhonghai has nothing to worry about.

  Although Jiang Ping'an spends a lot of money, every time he asks him to borrow money, it is for business. Apart from smoking and drinking, he usually has no other bad habits.

   Moreover, after Jiang Pingan borrowed money, he was able to repay it quickly.

  Even if you don't come, you will greet in advance, which is quite reputable.

  Jiang Ping'an hurriedly said: "Don't, I just happen to be free in the afternoon, and I can't wait to buy the radio back. You go to the workshop and talk to other workers, and borrow some for me first."

   "You're too shameless. I'll enjoy it with you. Not only will I lend you money, but I'll also get in with favors?" Yi Zhonghai's face was full of black lines, and he was speechless.

  But for Yi Zhonghai, he is not afraid of being troubled by others, but he is afraid that others will ignore him.

  For him who is looking for someone to take care of him everywhere, it is essential to have more spare tires.

   Jiang Pingan often troubled him, which was a manifestation of closeness and trust. Yi Zhonghai was not unhappy, but very pleased.

   "Hey..." Jiang Pingan laughed and said, "Who told you that you are the uncle in our yard? If I have a problem, who can I turn to if I don't ask you?"

  Yi Zhonghai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scolded with a smile: "You are still relying on me as co-author, right?"

  (end of this chapter)