Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

The car was too small to fit in the trunk, so it couldn't be transported away.

Factory Manager Yang rubbed his chin and muttered: "Should I let Xiao Sun go back and call for someone? Is it really impossible to come here on the big three-wheeled canteen?"

The old man from the Central Plains, who had been smiling all the time, waved his hand and said boldly, "What should I do? Leave it to me."

"Xiao Wang, go get a truck and take the fish to the rolling mill. I'll be back early. I'm still waiting to buy the fish heads!"

As soon as the old man from the Central Plains finished speaking, a strong man came out of nowhere. After saying hello, less than 10 minutes later, a truck appeared on the edge of the lake.

The strong man lifted the giant object, combined his waist and horse, and swung it vigorously, and then only heard a plop, and the giant object was thrown onto the truck.

Seeing that it was Lian Jiazi, Director Yang was dumbfounded, and only then did he know why Liu Jianshe told him to be calm.

This old man is not an ordinary person at first glance, he is probably a big man.

Fortunately, I didn't say anything rude just now, otherwise my good life as the director of the rolling mill would be over.

Sitting in the car, Director Yang looked at Liu Jianshe with a sad face.

"Do you know that person? That's why you didn't let me say anything?"

"You are so dishonest, why didn't you tell me quietly?"

"I want to know that he is a big man, how dare I have complaints, let alone a fish head, he wants everything, and I also hand it over, there is absolutely no way to have a complaint."

Factory Manager Yang's words are true and sincere, if he really knows that the other party is a big shot.

He will definitely send it out respectfully. If you ask him for money, he will be anxious with others if it doesn't work out.

After listening to Director Yang's complaints, Liu Jianshe shrugged helplessly: "Don't talk nonsense, I don't know him, I just think it's a waste to waste fish heads, it's better to sell them."

"As for Sha Zhu, the cook with dirty hands and feet, such a huge monster, he will definitely be a little bit darker, so it's better to be a favor and sell it to others."

Factory Manager Yang thought it made sense when he heard it, so he didn't say anything more.

Everyone has their own secrets, it's fine if Liu Jianshe doesn't want to tell the truth.

"As soon as you said silly Zhu, I suddenly remembered. Today, deputy factory manager Li came to me and said that the canteen was going to be in an open space. A pigsty would be built and a few fat pigs would be raised to improve the food for the workers. I think the method can be implemented, so I let him figure it out.”

"I didn't expect him to ask Shazhu to raise pigs, and I don't know what his plan is. It's a bit confusing."

In fact, Director Yang wanted to get rid of Shazhu, the black sheep, and get him out of the rolling mill.

However, deputy factory director Li died, and the deaf old lady also knew a few important people, who kept putting pressure on factory director Yang, so Shazhu was able to continue working in the factory.

Thinking of this, Director Yang's teeth itched with anger, and his heart was even more ruthless.

We must seize the opportunity and send Silly Zhu to the mental hospital to stay there.

The vehicle was neither fast nor slow, and soon returned to the rolling mill.

The security personnel of the rolling mill are blocking the truck to prevent it from entering the rolling mill.

Seeing this, Factory Manager Yang was afraid of a conflict, so he opened the window and shouted at Section Chief Zhou.

"Open the door, your own people, don't stop."

Section Chief Zhou heard a familiar voice before letting him go.

As if he knew the layout of the rolling mill, the truck driver went straight to the cafeteria.

In the cafeteria, several people from MCA were bragging and chatting with Sha Zhu.

Hearing the sound of a truck starting outside, Shazhu and the others hurried out of the cafeteria.

After the truck stopped, the old man walked out slowly with Xiao Wang's support.

On the other side, Factory Manager Yang and Liu Jianshe also came to the cafeteria.

Factory Manager Yang saw that everyone in the cafeteria was standing aside, so he took the initiative to arrange: "Why are you all standing there? Unload the things on the car for me. Isn't there a cultural performance in the factory at noon tomorrow?"

"Xiao Liu and I, the two of us went fishing specially, and we made a huge one for everyone to eat."

"Remember, the fish head is separated from the body, and the fish head will be taken away."

After Director Yang finished speaking, a group of people in the cafeteria hurriedly unloaded the giant object.

Putting it on the huge chopping board in the cafeteria, Sha Zhu was holding a knife in his hand, ready to cut the head of the fish.

Liu Jianshe frowned, walked up to Sha Zhu, pointed to the position three inches below the fish head and said, "Cut from this place, people want fish heads, you can't just give fish heads."

Silly Zhu was a little displeased: "You know what a fart, people want fish heads in addition to stewing soup, they also make fish heads with chopped peppers. No matter which of these two dishes, the fish head is the main one, and the fish meat is just an embellishment."

What the cook said makes sense, but you also have to look at who the other party is.

Director Yang originally wanted to curry favor with him, so you cut off a fish head for him. If he was a little unhappy, Director Yang would probably cry to death.

Liu Jianshe didn't talk nonsense with Sha Zhu, and snatched the kitchen knife from Sha Zhu's hand.

Swipe three times, and the giant is instantly divided into two.

Liu Jianshe walked out of the back kitchen carrying the fish head.

After handing the fish head weighing about [-] jins to Xiao Wang, Liu Jianshe clapped his hands and said, "I decided to cut more, so that I can eat some meat when I cook the soup. Don't blame me for making my own decisions." .”

The old man from the Central Plains glanced at Liu Jianshe with appreciation.

"Boy, what's your name?"

"His name is Liu Jianshe, the youngest engineer in our factory."

Director Yang took the initiative to answer the conversation.

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"Liu Jianshe, that's a good name. I look forward to seeing you in the future."

The old man from Central Plains patted Liu Jianshe on the shoulder, turned around and left.

There was no mention of money, but Liu Jianshe knew that he had gained a favor.

This favor may not be used in the past few years, but it will eventually be used one day.

Factory Manager Yang and Liu Jianshe watched the old man from the Central Plains leave.

After the truck went further and further away, Factory Manager Yang shook his head and said, "That's good. I've made friends with a big man, but I don't even know what he's called."

"I don't know if people will remember our favor. I just want to seek asylum in the future, and I don't know who to go to."

Liu Jianshe knew that Director Yang was secretly inquiring about the identity of the old man in the Central Plains.

In desperation, Liu Jianshe could only write a word in the hands of Director Yang.

After writing this word, Director Yang's pupils shrank suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

"He, she, he, shouldn't he be in Yanling? Why did he appear in Kyoto?"

Factory Manager Yang couldn't believe it, and his tone was full of panic. He thought he had made a friend.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a giant Buddha, which made Factory Director Yang a little bit overwhelmed, and his heart skipped a beat.

Liu Jianshe rubbed his chin and walked slowly to the office.

"He has already appeared, and the plan should be grasped, the wind is about to pick up!"

Liu Jianshe raised his head and looked at the somewhat dark sky: "The rain is coming!"

"Wait, I seem to have forgotten something?"

"I seem to be catching other fish besides giants? Why am I empty-handed?"

"Director Yang, you bastard, you're playing tricks on me~"

Liu Jianshe slapped his head, turned around and ran to the cafeteria.

As soon as I ran to the cafeteria, I saw the driver Xiaosun carrying a fish basket and putting it in the trunk.

After seeing Liu Jianshe running over, Xiao Sun quickly closed the trunk, kicked the accelerator, and drove away.

Liu Jianshe seemed to have heard Director Yang's exasperated urging.

"Hurry up, Xiao Liu is about to catch up."

"Don't worry, Director Yang, with me here, Liu Gong can't catch up with us."

"..."

Angry, Liu Jianshe took off his shoes and threw them vigorously at a speeding car in the distance.

"Steal my fish again, fisherman, you are destined for the Air Force in this life."

……

At noon the next day, Liu Jianshe brought two little girls to the exhibition hall of the factory.

I am going to watch some cultural performances organized by the factory.

At noon, the cafeteria also prepares extra meals, making yesterday's giant into sauerkraut and fish.

Originally, Liu Jianshe planned to bring his family along, but Ran Qiuye couldn't stand it and was picked up by Ran's family.

He said he wanted to kill an old hen for Ran Qiuye to make up for his health, but Liu Jianshe had no choice but to bring two little girls to the factory.

He, Liu Jianshe, caught the giant, and theoretically he should have his share.

In addition, Director Yang brought other fish home yesterday. Knowing that he was wrong, he had to make up for Liu Jianshe.

He deliberately asked Shazhu to make a small stove, and was going to make up for Liu Jianshe.

When he came to the exhibition hall, Liu Jianshe found a seat and sat down.

There is a little loli sitting on the left and right.

The two little lolitas held a cup in each hand, and the cup was filled with sweet and sour hahawa DA calcium milk.

For some unknown reason, the rewards in the system have suddenly become more snacks and drinks recently.

Fortunately, these things have been processed systematically, otherwise Liu Jianshe would feel a headache just handling these packages.

The two little lolis feel that their godfather is simply amazing, like a treasure chest, there are all kinds of things out every day.

The theatrical performances of this era are far from the splendor of later generations.

In addition to singing, it is singing, or some young literary and artistic youths write poems of praise, and they are eloquent reciters.

The listeners were a little drowsy, and Liu Jianshe fell asleep for a long time. If it wasn't for the enthusiastic applause, he would have slept until the end.

After an apprentice from the second workshop finished his poetry recitation, the host Li Nan stood gracefully on the stage.

"Please enjoy the song performance brought to you by Liu Jianshe from the engineering department. We will meet again in 20 years."

Crash, clap and applause.

The thunderous applause woke up Liu Jianshe who was sleeping soundly.

Hearing the applause, Liu Jianshe thought that someone's performance was over.

They also started to applaud, but when they were drumming, something felt wrong.

Why are these people looking at me?

Liu Jianshe subconsciously looked at the zipper, didn't it open?

On the stage, Li Nan called out again: "Gong Liu, the next show is yours, it's your turn to go on stage."

Liu Jianshe pointed to himself and asked, "Me? When did I sign up?"

The two little lolis who were drinking hawawa were stunned and looked into the distance with some guilt.

It all started when Li Nan went to the engineering department and asked the engineering department to submit a program.

It happened that day, Liu Jianshe came back from Pigeon City with two little girls.

Liu Jianshe threw the little loli into the office and went to report to Director Yang.

The two little lolitas were playing wildly in the office, and Li Nan asked the engineering department to submit a program.

Yang Tingting didn't even think about it, and said directly: "My godfather, singing is very good, and he taught us how to sing two days ago, why don't we let godfather go up and sing?"

Xiao Dang on the side also kept nodding, saying yes.

A group of people in the engineering department just remembered.

yes!Doesn't the engineering department already have a singer?

The old Maozi who sang Katyusha last time gave a thumbs up: "Your Russian is much more authentic than mine."