Siheyuan: Start as a truck driver

Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department took He Wenhui's materials to Director Yang of the steel rolling mill.

Director Yang was confused when he looked at the certificates on the materials and the official seal from the street office.

It stands to reason that He Wenhui has already been allocated a house and cannot be responsible for the allocation of houses at this time.

but.

The family's situation is indeed special. The house is occupied by Yu Qiuhua, so the houses cannot be divided.

In addition, He Wenhui's identity is quite special. She came from Ningzhou City. If Ningzhou knew about it, the steel rolling mill would be disgraced.

Director Yang gently put down the document, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and then looked up at Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department.

"Old Zhang, do we still have any vacant houses in our steel rolling mill?"

Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department is an old director. Even though his usual job is to read books and newspapers, he is very familiar with the conditions of the steel rolling mill houses.

"There are several more apartments, among which the one in the courtyard is relatively small, with only one room."

It has to be said that Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department has been working in the agency for so many years and has long been a man. Director Yang just asked a question and he understood Director Yang's thoughts.

These houses belong to the steel rolling mill. No matter who they are allocated to live in, it has nothing to do with Director Yang. The reason why he is in trouble is that he is afraid that other comrades will have opinions.

Generally speaking, the houses allotted to workers in factories in these years had two rooms, so that workers could get married and have children there. Even if a one-room house like this was given out, workers would not be willing to move in.

If you give He Wenhui a house that no one wants to live in, everyone will definitely have no objection.

Director Yang nodded in admiration, looked at Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department and said: "Then let's allocate this one-room house to He Wenhui, but you also know that new regulations have been implemented and a contract must be signed.

Forgot about it."

Director Zhang of the Housing Management Department stood up, patted his chest and said, "Director Yang, please rest assured. I, Mr. Wang, have worked in the Housing Management Department for so many years, how could I forget!"

After the matter was done, Director Zhang did not get up and leave immediately. He Wenhui was here to do something, and no matter how anxious she was, she had to wait for him.

I finally found a chance to chat with Factory Director Yang today, so naturally I had to talk for a while.

Director Zhang has no intention of being promoted to factory leader. After all, he is now in his fifties and will retire in a few years.

My only wish is to be promoted to factory management and hold a nominal deputy position. After retirement, my salary and benefits will be higher.

Factory Manager Yang knew what Director Zhang was thinking, and he was also very satisfied with the old director of the housing management department.

After all, the houses under the rolling mill are of different quality and size, and the workers all want better houses, so the housing management department responsible for allocating houses has become a doormat.

Workers of this era were not as honest as later generations. If they were in a hurry, they would dare to rush into the factory leader's office and beat him up.

Lao Zhang's former director was beaten by workers because of uneven housing distribution. At that time, he said that even if he resigned, he would not stay in the housing management department anymore.

Director Yang had no choice but to transfer the old director to the Publicity Department, and transferred Lao Zhang, who was still serving as deputy section chief of the Logistics Department at the time, to the Housing Management Department.

Originally, Factory Director Yang just wanted Lao Zhang to be used as a transitional person to deal with the angry workers, and he would bring in a real director later. Who would have thought that Lao Zhang was naturally good at communicating with workers, and it only took him two days to convince him

The angry workers were dismissed.

Seeing this situation, Director Yang gave up the idea of ​​transferring more people and let Lao Zhang serve as the director of the housing management department.

Lao Zhang has been working as the director of the housing management department for more than ten years. During these ten years, there has never been any problem with the housing allocation in the steel rolling mill.

It stands to reason that since Lao Zhang has made such a great contribution, Director Yang should also help him.

But the steel rolling mill is so chaotic right now. Director Yang always feels that there are undercurrents surging on the sea. If he is not careful, his body may be wiped out.

Factory Director Yang has no intention of doing such things right now.

It's just that it seems unreasonable to reject Lao Zhang's words directly.

Director Yang took a deep breath from his cigarette and said calmly: "Old Zhang, our whole factory is busy working on the new workshop these days. The workers in the factory are uneasy, and the factory leaders have also had various problems.

Various ideas, in this case, if you adjust your position without authorization, it is likely to cause misunderstandings from others.

"

Seeing Lao Zhang's expression dimming, Director Yang couldn't bear it and said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, you don't have to be disappointed. Don't worry, as long as the new workshop is on the right track, I promise to find a way to adjust you as soon as possible.

It will delay your retirement."

After hearing this, Director Zhang breathed a sigh of relief. He still has three or four years before retirement, but he is not in a hurry.

"Thank you, Director Yang..."

Lao Zhang quickly stood up to express his thanks, took the documents just approved by Director Yang, and returned to the Housing Management Department.

At this time, He Wenhui was already waiting anxiously in the office.

She wanted to leave, but was afraid of making Director Yang angry, so she could only sit there patiently.

Hearing the door of the office being pushed open from the outside, He Wenhui stood up quickly. Seeing that it was Director Zhang, she asked impatiently: "Director, how is the situation?"

"Originally, Factory Director Yang disagreed. After all, you have already been allocated a house. If you are allocated another house, it would violate the principle of fairness and other workers would have objections. However, after my repeated insistence, Factory Director Yang

I just agreed to allocate a small house to you. Although there is only one house and thirty bungalows, it is enough for you to live alone." Director Zhang started working mode when facing He Wenhui.

He put all the responsibility on Factory Director Yang, making himself look taller, in order to win the favor of the workers, and at the same time avoid the workers' resentment because the house was too small.

really.

He Wenhui was a little disappointed when she first heard that there was only one room.

If there is a room, there is no way to separate a kitchen, which makes life very inconvenient.

But when she heard that Director Yang originally disagreed, but that Director Zhang in front of her had helped to put in a good word so that she could be allocated a house, He Wenhui felt deeply moved.

She stood up and said gratefully to Director Zhang: "Director Zhang, thank you so much this time!"

The corners of Director Zhang's mouth raised slightly, feeling a little proud in his heart: "You're welcome, this is what I should do as the director of the housing management department. Besides, it must be very difficult for you, a little girl, to work alone in the capital..."

As he spoke, Director Zhang turned his head and looked at He Wenhui up and down.

Although He Wenhui is wearing a loose work uniform, her figure looks good, especially because her skin is fair, and she doesn't look like she comes from a small city at all.

What's even more rare is that she has a peaceful temperament. Just standing there will make people feel that she will definitely be a good wife and mother in the future.

Director Zhang's eyes moved, he paused, and asked with a smile: "Comrade He Wenhui, are you married?"

Hearing this, He Wenhui was a little confused and hesitated for a moment: "No, no."

Her marriage to Liu Hongchang ended a few years ago, and to be honest, this statement is not wrong.

Director Zhang's eyes lit up and he said with a smile: "I have a nephew who is exactly twenty-five years old this year. He is about the same age as you. If you are interested, I can be your elder brother and help you connect people."

While talking, Director Zhang also felt a little abrupt and quickly introduced his nephew's situation.

His nephew is named Zhang Tianfang, and he is now a temporary worker in a lumber factory.

Although he is a temporary worker, he comes from a good background, and his parents are both leaders of the lumber factory. He has a single-family house in the capital, and his living conditions are quite favorable.

"Comrade He Wenhui, it must be very hard for you, a girl, to live alone in the capital. If you marry my nephew, you will have nothing to worry about in the future."

Maybe Director Zhang has good intentions, but He Wenhui is no longer the inexperienced little girl she used to be.

In the capital city, if you are not married at the age of twenty-five, you must be an older young man, and his family conditions are very good. If you have not married for a long time, it can only mean that there is something wrong with him, either he is not in good health, or he is not serious.

mix.

The latter is more likely.

He Wenhui smiled sheepishly: "Director Zhang, I'm sorry, I haven't considered getting married yet."

Hearing what He Wenhui said, Director Zhang could only sigh, stood up and took out a document from the cabinet, handed it to He Wenhui, and asked He Wenhui to sign his name on the back of the document.

He Wenhui looked at the document with a confused expression, because she had not signed this document when she divided the house last year.

This old director wouldn't deliberately embarrass himself because he rejected his nephew, right?

When he saw He Wenhui's suspicious eyes, Director Zhang suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He always made a distinction between public and private matters and would not let personal matters affect his work.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been the director of the housing management department for so many years and become deeply loved by the workers.

Director Zhang took the document from He Wenhui's hand, pointed to the terms above and introduced it to her: "Comrade He Wenhui, this is the detailed list of property rights of the house. It stipulates that the property rights of the house belong to the steel rolling mill. You only own

Right of Residence.”

Thinking of this document, Director Zhang had to secretly sigh that Director Liu of Lanhua Automobile Factory had a long-term vision.

In the past, when various factories in Beijing allocated housing, they did not need to sign this form at all. It was the Orchid Automotive Factory Management Department that was the first to implement it.

Obviously, the only purpose of this form is to clarify the property rights of the house and avoid unnecessary disputes about the ownership of the house in the future.

At that time, comrades from other factories in the capital laughed at the Orchid Automobile Factory for taking off their pants and farting unnecessarily. The house belonged to the factory. This was a well-known fact. How could there be a dispute?

But only a few years later, those comrades in the factory management department discovered that something was wrong.

Some workers were injured or killed in accidents. After the factory subsidized pensions and helped with funeral arrangements, it stands to reason that the houses should be taken back.

But the families of those workers kept saying that the houses belonged to them and had nothing to do with the factory.

In Beijing at this time, the price of houses was not high. The price of a house of fifty or sixty square meters was only about two hundred yuan.

But the value of a house cannot be measured in money, especially as the number of workers moving into the city increases, and the number of houses in the capital is no longer enough.

In this case, the house becomes even more valuable.

The factory wants to take back its own property, but the workers' families say that the house belongs to them because there is a lack of clear property rights details. This is public opinion and the mother-in-law theory.

In addition, the workers' families are in a vulnerable position and are residents of the street. For stability reasons, the local street office does not support the factory's appeal.

As a result, in just half a year, the Steel Rolling Plant Management Department lost the ownership of more than a dozen houses.

After hearing the explanation, He Wenhui signed her name behind the detailed list without any hesitation.

She's not the kind of person who likes to take advantage.

After taking the form, Director Wang carefully put it into a file bag, then took out a key from the cabinet and handed it to He Wenhui.

"Comrade He Wenhui, this is the key to the east door of the front yard of the courtyard. There is a room there. I will write a note later and you can take it to Director Wang of the street office and you can get the house."

"It's a courtyard again..." He Wenhui said quietly as she took the key.

To be honest, the impression the courtyard left on her these days was not good.

In addition, Yu Qiuhua also lives in the courtyard.

If possible, she wanted to leave the courtyard and never have any contact with Yu Qiuhua.

Director Zhang had also heard about He Wenhui and sympathized with the little girl. He sighed and said: "Comrade He Wenhui, it's not that I won't help you, but that among the empty rooms in our steel rolling mill, this one is the only one suitable."

Already."

Hearing this, He Wenhui could only nod and said: "Thank you, I'll be fine."

She has already figured it out. Now she has severed her relationship with Yu Qiuhua. Even if she lives in the courtyard, she will never interact with Yu Qiuhua again. What can Yu Qiuhua do to her?!

After getting the key, He Wenhui hurriedly walked to the courtyard. She had to take advantage of the afternoon to clean up the house so as not to delay her stay at night.

Director Zhang looked at her back and shook his head helplessly.

It would be great if such a good girl could marry his nephew.

That kid Zhang Tianfang is indeed unlucky and likes to hang out on the streets, but that's because he's still young.

Once you get married and have children, you will know that you are caring for your family.

At this time, the closing bell of the steel rolling mill also rang.

There was a knock on the door of the office, and a clerk from the housing management department poked his head in and said, "Director, do you need to bring you food at noon?"

"No, I'll go back to eat." Director Zhang packed up the documents on the table, walked downstairs, got his bicycle from the car shed, and rode his bicycle out of the steel rolling mill.

As an office worker in the factory office, he has a two-hour break at noon.

If it had been in the past, he wouldn't have gone home to eat, and would have made do with it in the cafeteria.

But these days, there seems to be something wrong with his stomach, and he always feels a vague pain.

He went to the hospital for a check-up, and the doctor told him that he should not eat hard foods in the future, but should eat softer foods.

The canteen of the steel rolling mill serves a big pot of rice, so you can imagine the quality and taste.

Might as well go home and eat.

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