Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

He Wenhui almost jumped with excitement when she heard that she had passed the promotion exam.

Since leaving the He family, He Wenhui has been staying at Xu Damao's house, although Xu Damao and Qin Jingru treat her very well and almost regard her as their own sister.

Every time I cook something delicious, I leave it to He Wenhui, but it is someone else’s house after all.

In addition, Qin Jingru's children are growing up day by day, and Xu Damao's family only has two rooms, which is not enough for living, so He Wenhui is eager to find her own room.

It's just that the number of workers in the capital has become very large these days, and the housing management department of the steel rolling mill has long been overwhelmed. Therefore, it is stipulated that workers below level five can no longer be allocated houses as before.

Only veteran workers above Level 5 can be allocated houses.

Now she has finally become a level five worker and can have her own house.

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Yi Zhonghai felt annoyed when he saw the workers in the workshop going to congratulate He Wenhui one after another. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to sneak out to relax.

Just then, Xing Zhifang and his men stopped him.

"Is it Comrade Yi Zhonghai?"

Not long ago, when the small warehouse incident happened, Yi Zhonghai was standing nearby. He knew that this guy who had been the deputy section chief for many years was not someone who was easy to deal with, and his heart skipped a beat.

"I am... Section Chief Xing, are you looking for our workshop director? He should be in the office right now. The office is on the right side of the workshop. There is a door there..."

Yi Zhonghai was still chattering about the introduction, and Xing Zhifang interrupted him: "Comrade Yi Zhonghai, we want to talk to you."

Hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's face instantly turned pale with fright. Although he couldn't imagine what mistake he had made, it was certainly not unfounded for the Security Department to talk to someone, and Xing Zhifang was still the section chief.

Yi Zhonghai subconsciously wanted to run, and looked around, but found that several security officers had blocked his way.

Xing Zhifang was experienced and knew the thoughts of people like Yi Zhonghai, so he reached out his hand and patted him gently on the shoulder.

"Lao Yi, this matter today has nothing to do with you. Don't worry, we are not here for you."

"What can happen to me? I'm just kidding. I'm an old worker for many years. I'm usually the most well-behaved and I never do any crooked things." Yi Zhonghai smiled sarcastically and followed Xing Zhifang to the shade of the tree next to the flower bed.

Xing Zhifang ignored him and asked directly: "On the third day of last month, did your fitter workshop receive a large number of copper workpieces?"

The materials in the fitter workshop are usually steel or iron workpieces. Copper workpieces are considered rare materials. Yi Zhonghai raised his eyebrows and quickly remembered.

"It is true that a batch was imported, mainly used to produce products for external sales. What happened?"

Xing Zhifang took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to him, then struck a match and lit it for him. Then he lit a cigarette himself and took a deep breath.

There was a burst of light smoke that made Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but shiver.

"Yi Zhonghai, do the quantities of those copper workpieces match the order?"

After speaking, Xing Zhifang kept his eyes fixed on Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai felt as if his whole body was being seen through.

but.

He really can't say it.

He was responsible for counting the copper workpieces. The quantities did not match and there were a lot missing, but he still signed the list.

The reason is very simple. Those workpieces were delivered personally by Section Chief Zhou of the Materials Department. Section Chief Zhou is very powerful in the steel rolling mill. If you offend him, you will definitely not get good results.

In fact, this is not the first time that Section Chief Zhou has done this. As an old worker, Yi Zhonghai has long been familiar with these dirty things. How could he not see Section Chief Zhou's tricks!

But he still resolutely signed his name on the verification form.

If he admitted it now, he would definitely be implicated.

After Yi Zhonghai thought about it, he took a deep breath and said: "I'm sorry, Section Chief Xing Zhifang, I have personally counted those batches of copper workpieces, and the numbers are correct. There is still work to do in the workshop, and I have to go back."

Already."

Yi Zhonghai smiled apologetically at Xing Zhifang, turned around and walked into the workshop.

Two security officers wanted to step forward and hold him back, but were stopped by Xing Zhifang.

"Section Chief, Yi Zhonghai is definitely lying. Let's catch him and guard Corey and interrogate him carefully."

Xing Zhifang shook his head: "In that case, the noise would be too big, and it would easily attract the attention of the Zhou family. Besides, Yi Zhonghai is a master, and your little tricks can't scare him."

"Then what should we do? This is our only clue after all." The security officer said anxiously.

Xing Zhifang looked in the direction of the workshop and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You said, besides Yi Zhongwai, who else is there at the workpiece verification site?"

The security officer's eyes lit up and he slapped his thigh fiercely: "Yes, why did I forget that Yi Zhonghai's apprentice must be here too."

Everyone in the steel rolling mill knows that eighth-level masters like Yi Zhonghai have stopped working in person for a long time. After going to work every day, they only carry an enamel jar and wander around the workshop.

The specific work is done by the young apprentices.

"I'm going to get some information now and see who counted the numbers for Yi Zhonghai that day."

The security officer became energetic and left in a hurry.

Half an hour later, a thin young man was brought to the big tree behind the workshop.

The young man was still childish and looked a little reserved. He walked on tiptoes and looked around for fear of being seen by others.

Xing Zhifang stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, no one can see here. Everything you say, our security department will keep it secret for you."

At this time, the security officer who brought the young man introduced: "Section chief, this young man's name is Wang Chengzhi. He is twenty-one years old this year. He has been working in our steel rolling mill for three years. He is Comrade Yi Zhonghai's apprentice."

"Wang Chengzhi is such an ambitious name!" Xing Zhifang praised.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wang Chengzhi has relaxed a lot now, and said with a wry smile: "What's the use of a good name? When you meet such a master, there is nothing anyone can do."

Wang Chengzhi should have been at an enthusiastic and unrestrained age, full of fighting spirit, but now he looks like an old employee who is nearly fifty and about to retire.

When he first entered the factory, it was not like this. He also wanted to make a career, step by step every three years, and spend more than ten years working to become an eighth-level fitter and contribute to the country.

For this reason, he specially appointed Yi Zhonghai, the only eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill, as his master.

Who would have thought that it was precisely because of this decision that he fell into hell.

As a master, Yi Zhonghai never taught him the knowledge of fitter, but instead asked him to help with trivial things every day.

At the beginning, Wang Chengzhi thought that Yi Zhonghai was tempering his will.

But these days lasted for more than half a year, and Wang Chengzhi discovered that Yi Zhonghai was using him as a servant.

And among the workers who entered the factory at the same time as him, several who were not as good as him before have now become second-level fitters.

After Wang Chengzhi realized this, he also began to think of ways to save himself, such as finding another master.

But changing the master is taboo in itself.

Even if the masters in the workshop recruit a young worker who has just entered the factory, they are not willing to accept someone else's apprentice.

Besides, Yi Zhonghai is the master craftsman in the workshop and has always been narrow-minded.

If you accept his disciple, you will definitely be retaliated by him in the future.

In this way, Wang Chengzhi had no choice but to waste time behind Yi Zhonghai.

This is why he is willing to provide information.

Xing Zhifang also saw what he was thinking and asked directly: "Is the quantity of that batch of copper workpieces enough?"

"Of course it's not enough. I checked it at the time and it was a full 30% less," Wang Chengzhi said.

"What's 30%?"

"It weighs more than two hundred kilograms."

Two hundred kilograms...that's a few hundred dollars. Xing Zhifang frowned. The appetites of these moths in the Zhou family are really big.

They got hundreds of dollars just once. Who knows how much money they have gotten through this method over the years.

No wonder the steel rolling mill was originally very prosperous but ended up like what it is today.

After getting what he needed, Xing Zhifang looked at Wang Chengzhi and said, "When the time comes, if we investigate this matter, can you come and testify?"

"Of course." Wang Chengzhi nodded heavily.

He knew very well that this matter involved Yi Zhonghai. Even if Yi Zhonghai was not imprisoned, he would still be implicated. At that time, he would be able to find an opportunity to escape from Yi Zhonghai.

Find a way to find another skilled master as a teacher and continue to move towards your dream.

After sending Wang Chengzhi away, Xing Zhifang took the security officer and continued to search for relevant clues.

There were many Zhou family members, but they only knocked down one, not the big tree at all.

What he has to do is to collect all the evidence of everyone in the Zhou family, and then send them all to the fence to restore the steel rolling mill to its former appearance.

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The other side.

After promotion, He Wenhui also received a new certificate.

There was warm applause in the workshop.

"He Wenhui is a very good girl. She was promoted to a fifth-level fitter after only half a year in the workshop."

"She deserves this. You haven't seen her practicing diligently after get off work."

"Yes, He Wenhui is not like some women who are lazy all day just because they have a good master."

"Tsk, tsk, I've been in the steel rolling mill for more than ten years and I'm still just a first-level fitter. I'm really lazy."

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During the discussion, Qin Huairu was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Ever since He Wenhui entered the workshop, she has never had a good day.

The male workers who used to hang around her all turned to He Wenhui.

And as He Wenhui's prestige in the workshop increased, even Yi Zhonghai could not easily control her. People in the workshop always compared her with He Wenhui.

She is a high school student, educated, young and beautiful, but she has never even attended elementary school and is already old and wan.

It can be said that it is useless.

Qin Huairu took a deep breath and curled up into a sneer.

Be proud, you bitch, one day I will let you know how powerful I, Qin Huairu, am.

At this time, He Wenhui was not in the mood to celebrate with her co-workers. After hastily coping, she came to the Steel Rolling Plant Building Management Department with her fifth-level certificate.

The housing management department is located on the second floor of the office building. The door is open. He Wenhui knocked on the door lightly twice before walking in.

There were four or five clerks sitting in the big office. They all lowered their heads and were busy. Even when they raised their heads and saw He Wenhui coming in, they didn't say hello.

He Wenhui asked in a low voice: "Who should I ask for a house?"

A young clerk put down what he was doing and pointed to the office next door: "Go find Director Zhang."

"Thanks!"

He Wenhui nodded at him, walked to the door of the office, and knocked gently.

A voice came from inside, and the door was opened.

Director Zhang is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a thin build and black-rimmed glasses on his nose.

Seeing He Wenhui come in, he glanced up and down her work clothes, frowned and said, "What can I do for you?"

He Wenhui walked over, pulled up a chair and sat across from him and said with a smile: "Director Zhang, it's about dividing the house."

"What's going on, little comrade, you don't know that we no longer allocate houses to ordinary workers in our factory?" Director Zhang's brows knitted into knots.

He Wenhui quickly took out the ID card from the canvas bag and handed it over: "Director, I am a level five fitter."

As soon as these words came out, Director Zhang was stunned.

The girl in front of me is in her twenties.

Fitter is different from other types of work. There are many skills that need to be honed in practice. Generally, level five workers are over forty years old.

He looked at He Wenhui suspiciously, picked up the certificate and looked at it carefully.

Although he didn't want to believe it, the steel stamp on the certificate would not be fake.

"He Wenhui, right?" Director Zhang nodded, stood up and walked to the cabinet, took out a pile of information and started to read through it.

He Wenhui’s information was quickly found.

He placed the information on the table, read through it carefully, and frowned again.

"He Wenhui, according to the records of our housing management department, when you entered the steel rolling mill, you were assigned a house in the factory, which is the one in the courtyard house. Why do you come to ask for a house again?"

He Wenhui quickly explained: "Director, the thing is like this, that house is now occupied by Qiuhua, and I have severed ties with Yu Qiuhua a while ago. Considering that Yu Qiuhua has no place to live, the comrades from the subdistrict office gave her permission

After living there, of course, I still bear the rent of the house."

As he spoke, He Wenhui took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it over: "This is the certificate issued by Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office."

Director Zhang has worked in the housing management department for decades, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.

Although it seems a bit illegal, Yu Qiuhua, an old woman, has no place to live. The street office has always put the people first and cannot kick her out.

Since then, the real owner of the house, He Wenhui, has no place to live.

That’s why I applied for a house again.

Director Zhang looked at the certificate carefully and found no problems.

"Comrade He Wenhui, there is no precedent for your situation before. We need to hold a meeting to discuss it."

He stood up and looked at He Wenhui and said.

He Wenhui nodded: "Director Zhang, I'm waiting."

She also knew that Director Zhang was not making things difficult for her.

It's just that the efficiency of the housing management department is very average. If you don't keep an eye on it, it will take years and months to separate the house.

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