Siheyuan: violent engineer, dictatorial disobedience

"What's the matter? Give me a notebook for no reason. Is this a gift?" Director Yang joked with a smile, and took it casually.

Turning around, he took a sudden look at the first glance, and in the next second, Director Yang's pupils trembled, and his mouth opened wide, showing a look of astonishment.

"Where did you get this thing?"

"With this book, the nobleman can at least have a great advantage in the faction battle."

"Forget it, I won't ask you any more, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now, I'm going to visit the noble man's mansion."

"Xiao Sun, drive! Go to the nobleman's residence!"

Factory Manager Yang finished speaking in a hurry, put on his coat and went out.

After they left, Liu Jianshe also returned to the engineering department.

Entering the engineering department, I found that today's engineering department is extremely lively.

A group of engineers whispered among each other, and occasionally smiled obscenely.

This smile was so obscene that it made my skin crawl.

Liu Jianshe frowned, quietly stood behind the crowd, and listened quietly.

"It was a dark and windy night. I was just about to go to bed when I heard someone knocking at the door. I asked who it was?"

"A soft voice came from outside the door. It's me, Mr. Manager. Open the door and come out. I'll bring you stick noodles!"

"Listening to the familiar voice, I sighed, looked at the sleeping child, had no choice but to put on my clothes and opened the door."

"There is only one thought in my mind, and that is that tonight's stick noodles may need to be replaced with custard..."

Xiao Qi read aloud in an expressive tone, and stopped after reading this.

As soon as he stopped, the rest of the people quit and urged: "Don't listen, it's exciting, hurry up and read the follow-up!"

Xiao Qi shook his head: "No more, that's all, there is only one sentence left, if you want to know what will happen next, please listen to the next chapter to break it down."

"Cut~ A vicious broken dog, every time it is the most passionate, it will be broken. Sooner or later, it will give birth to a son without an ass hole."

Everyone expressed their dissatisfaction for not hearing the exciting part.

Only Fan Yu blinked his eyes: "I always feel that this story is a bit familiar? I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

"Yo! Engineer Fan, I didn't expect you to be so good. You also know the story that the beautiful widow and the steward have to tell?"

"Let me tell you, this novel has become very popular in the capital city recently. It is said that it is based on real people and real events. My father, who is over 70 years old, pesters me every day and asks me to read it to him."

Xiao Qi winked wretchedly, with an expression that you really like it.

Fan Yu scratched his head and said: "I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but I can't remember where it is familiar. By the way, your old father is already seventy, and he can still move? Don't you worry after hearing it?"

"Hey! Men, to death are teenagers, can't move but can't fantasize?" Xiao Qi explained indifferently.

Liu Jianshe, who had been silent all this time, looked a little strange, and pulled out a piece of paper from Xiao Qi's hand.

It reads "Stories that the beautiful widow and the steward have to tell." "

Looking at the title again, it is already Chapter 5.

"Where did you get this thing?" Liu Jianshe asked.

After everyone heard Liu Jianshe's voice, they showed surprised expressions in unison.

"Liu Gong, you don't even know this book?"

"Impossible! It has been spread throughout the capital, and you don't even know?"

"That's right! Don't you always be at the forefront of eating melons? Why are you falling behind this time?"

Hearing everyone's contempt, Liu Jianshe didn't know how to answer.

Liu Jianshe knew this book quite well, but why did it spread?

It seems that this book seems to have been burned by myself, how could it spread?

"I've been busy recently, so I haven't paid much attention to it, so I'm a little confused."

At this time, Xiao Qi raised his hand and explained: "It has been circulating for a week. It was first circulated in the form of paper, but it seems that there are not many pages. In the end, some people started fantasizing and added more oil and vinegar."

"However, there are some nonsense, who wrote nonsense and were scolded by others. Later, someone wrote a pen to describe it again. This time it was okay, but only about five chapters were published."

"Chapter 1 is a first entry into the courtyard house, and the writing is quite good. Would you like me to find the full version for you, Mr. Liu?"

Liu Jianshe quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I'm just curious."

After some polite chatting, everyone started working.

At Liu Jianshe's work station, he was revising a drawing with a drawing in his hand, but he was thinking to himself, who published the article he wrote when he was bored?

……

A workshop.

After finishing his work, Yi Zhonghai held a teacup in his hand and prepared to fetch a glass of water to drink.

When he came back after receiving the water, he saw a group of apprentices smiling obscenely together.

Yi Zhonghai, with a sense of justice, immediately frowned, and said displeasedly: "You are here to work, not to chat, don't gather together, it's almost the end of the year, do more work, master more skills is the most important thing .”

"It's okay to take a break when you're tired, but you can't rest all the time. If you practice more, you'll have more confidence in becoming a regular next year."

In the first workshop, Yi Zhonghai's character design has not yet collapsed, so when he speaks, it is still very intimidating.

A group of apprentices stopped laughing and went to hone their skills with their heads down.

After the apprentice left, Yi Zhonghai thought about it, picked up the paper and glanced at it subconsciously.

Ok!The story that the beautiful widow and the steward have to tell.

The title was quite attractive, so Yi Zhonghai continued to read.

When he saw someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night to deliver stick noodles, Yi Zhonghai's expression became unnatural.

"Slander! Pure slander! I just gave you a stick of flour. How could I lead the widow into the cellar?"

"Besides, it's still winter at night, and the wind blows like knives. Who would have the leisure to flirt with a widow in the cellar!"

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he almost couldn't help shouting.

The remaining sanity kept him from breaking out completely.

Panting heavily, Yi Zhonghai casually pulled an apprentice over.

"Where did you buy this stuff?"

"Uncle Pan! Uncle Pan sells new chapters every day. Today is Chapter 6. We haven't bought it yet, so we'll watch Chapter 5 first."

"Master, do you also like to watch this kind? If you like it, I will buy it for you every day in the future."

The apprentice union misunderstood, thinking that Yi Zhonghai was addicted to watching.

Little did he know that Yi Zhonghai's lungs were about to explode.

"No need, I'll just ask casually, tell the director for me, I'm not coming this afternoon!" Yi Zhonghai said with a distorted facial features, but he still smiled.

Chapter 343 Uncle Pan: So the protagonist is you!

The apprentice nodded and went to work.

With a gloomy face, Yi Zhonghai walked out of the workshop angrily with his hands behind his back.

It was noon at this time, and the winter sun shone on people, bringing warmth to people.

But Yi Zhonghai didn't feel any warmth at all, at the moment his body was radiating a icy chill.

It is about ten minutes away from the rolling mill to Uncle Pan's grocery store.

When Yi Zhonghai came to Uncle Pan's grocery store.

Uncle Pan is sorting out the sundries in the house.

"Hey! Isn't this Lao Yi? You don't eat in the factory at noon, why do you come here? Buy wine or peanuts?"

Uncle Pan turned his head and saw Yi Zhonghai with a gloomy face, and asked curiously.

"Pan Zi, let me ask you something..."

Before Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he was roughly interrupted by Uncle Pan.

"You people are sick! When you buy cheap wine, call me Pan Zi, and when you buy good wine, call me Uncle Pan!"

"Don't talk about it, I understand, it's fifty cents for a catty of sweet potatoes, the old rule is to return the bottle after drinking, and I'll give you ten cents back."

Uncle Pan took out a bottle of Sweet Potato Burn from under the counter and placed it in front of Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai skillfully took out fifty cents from his pocket, handed it over, then turned around and left with the wine.

Familiarly walked towards the courtyard.

When he was about to reach the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai slapped his forehead fiercely!

"No! I didn't go to buy wine, I went to question Pan Zi, why did I buy a bottle of wine in a daze and came back?"

"No, I have to go back and find him!"

After Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he continued to turn around and went back to Uncle Pan to question him.

When I came to the grocery store again, I saw Uncle Pan holding a basketball in his hand and playing wildly with a group of children.

"Pan Zi, come here!" Yi Zhonghai shouted.

Uncle Pan continued to pat the basketball, ripped off a child's pants, and tripped another child.

Hitting his butt, he knocked a child into the air, and then he made a three-step layup with a basketball.

"What are you doing? Did you forget to buy peanuts for drinking? Let me tell you, peanuts are not easy to buy now, and the country and court have ordered the prohibition of buying and selling peanuts."

"I don't have much in stock. I can only give you two taels this time. If you have more, don't drink with peanuts. It's the same with pickled vegetables and salted duck eggs!"

"Everyone in your yard has problems. Every time I come to buy wine, I ask for peanuts. You go back and tell me that the peanuts may be gone in the future. I supply pickles."

Uncle Pan complained endlessly, threw the basketball to a group of kids, and went back to the house and weighed two taels of peanuts for Yi Zhonghai.

"Look at it! Two taels, it's a hefty tael, you haven't cheated at all, if you go out of this door, if you say it's not a tael, I will turn my face and deny anyone."

Uncle Pan grabbed a handful of peanuts and handed them to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai took it first and put it in his pocket.

Then he held Uncle Pan's big hand tightly.

Uncle Pan was taken aback, then he twitched a few times, but he couldn't pull it out.

Immediately, Uncle Pan showed a shy look on his face: "What are you doing?"

"Let me ask you, did this thing flow out of you?"

Yi Zhonghai put the paper in front of Uncle Pan.

Uncle Pan was stunned: "Can you let go of me first, you are holding my hand, how can I confirm with you?"

Yi Zhonghai let go of his hand upon hearing this.

Uncle Pan picked up the paper, began to identify it seriously, and began to read in his mouth.

"On a dark and windy night, I just lay down to rest when I heard someone knocking on the door. I asked who it was in a low voice, but a voice came from outside the door: I am the steward, and I brought you stick noodles. Huh... "

Before Uncle Pan finished reading, Yi Zhonghai covered his mouth.

"What are you looking at? Continue playing your basketball!" Yi Zhonghai scolded.

A group of children thought that Uncle Pan was going to tell a story, so they put down the basketball in their hands and ran this way, after hearing Yi Zhonghai's reprimand.

These people reluctantly ran back to play basketball again.

"You are not allowed to read, do you hear me?"

Uncle Pan blinked, indicating that he stopped reading, and you can let go.

Only then did Yi Zhonghai put his hand down.

Putting his hands down, Uncle Pan immediately rushed to the door and vomited.

"Yi Zhonghai, you fucking bastard, can't you wash your dirty, oily hands?"

"I finally ate chicken legs, and now I vomited them all out."