The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

"What are you doing?"

"The guy next door, his family came to Beijing. After all, it turned out that the man was an officer. How come the officer is still working in our factory?"

Cui Dake came and walked into the house openly. Jia Zhang took the money and did not stop him, but she didn't want to see it either, so she went back to the house to avoid getting angry.

Qin Huairu returned home with a puzzled look on his face. At Jiang's house, he saw Jiang Defu's military uniforms, a white one hanging in the corner, and another new one that could only be worn by section-level cadres in the factory.

"Is that the tall guy from the research institute you mentioned?"

Cui Dake opened the cowhide bag of braised pork liver and shared it with the children. After rolling his eyes, he looked in the direction of the next door.

"That's right. Just now, they all arrived with bags and luggage. They have four children, two of whom were born only a few days ago. They moved here in a hurry during the confinement period. I wanted to ask where they were from, but they didn't say anything. I just wanted to get to know them. We will be neighbors in the future~!"

The mystery of Jiang Defu's family was peeled off bit by bit by Qin Huairu like an onion. However, even though she sent a bottle of hot water to them, it was still a cold reception. People were still very shy about her and she came back feeling disappointed.

"Research Institute, Research Institute, your factory's research institute, what are you researching? You take it very seriously. You've become a military factory, so isn't it normal to have a few soldiers?"

Picking up a piece of cut pork liver and putting it into her mouth, Qin Huairu quickly patted the back of Cui Dake's hand to stop him from eating, and gathered the brown paper.

"That guy, who knew that at the end of last month, the army sent people to present awards. The institute was awarded first-class merit as a group, and a lot of good things were awarded. There were also second-class and third-class individual merits. Wow, almost everyone in the factory went to the auditorium. It was a huge scene~!"

Qin Huairu only knew a few words about what the research institute did. She could tell from the meeting that the military leaders attached great importance to it. The award was presented personally by the superior officer sitting in the middle of the stage.

"Ah, a collective first-class merit, and an individual one, are you kidding me?"

The mellow aroma of pork liver was still lingering in his mouth. When Cui Dake heard his adopted wife say that they had won first-class collective merit, his eyes almost popped out of his head.

Qin Huairu is uneducated and doesn't understand the ins and outs of this, but that doesn't mean Cui Dake doesn't understand. The small leaders and cadres he has come into contact with are some who came from the army, but only some of them have won third-class merit or second-class merit. They are basically middle-level leading cadres who came from the army.

"Qi, I told you, but you didn't believe me. I'm going to check if the porridge is ready. Don't eat it secretly. It's for the child, why are you, an adult, trying to snatch it~!"

After giving another reminder, Qin Huairu walked into the kitchen. The award had nothing to do with her anyway. She was just a seamstress in the sewing workshop and the award would not fall on her.

"No, tell me in detail. This is very important. Don't you know that meritorious service can lead to promotion and priority for promotion? If they are awarded first-class collective merit, their leadership level will definitely be raised~!"

Cui Dake couldn't eat the braised pork liver anymore. In comparison, getting a promotion, a pay raise and holding real power were much more important than one or two meals.

In the factory, Secretary Ma and Director Liu have been fighting openly and secretly for a long time. Isn't Cui Daku a victim? He is also Director Liu's subordinate.

Director Liu now wants to make some visible achievements in order to completely defeat the opponent, but he is suffering from a lack of direction. He does not need to understand the dynamics of the steel rolling mill so that he can at least have a say.

"It has nothing to do with me. There are also those capable people from the Institute who went on stage to receive the awards. They were all wearing white coats, just like doctors on duty at a hospital~!"

The spoon stirred the pot. Qin Huairu didn't remember the confidentiality rules at all. Anyway, it was something that everyone in the factory knew, and Cui Dake was not an outsider now. "What's the reason? There must be a reason. It's ridiculous to give awards to people who have done nothing for no reason. The steel mill was used as a negative example by the higher-ups two years ago. Now it has been transferred to the military industry. From what you said, it has made a comeback. You're receiving awards until your hands are cramped~!"

He was awarded first, second and third class merits. Cui Dake felt jealous when he heard this. If he had these merits, he would not be in such a miserable state as he is now.

Qin Huairu, who was standing in front of the stove, frowned and carefully recalled what Li Feng said at the commendation meeting. From beginning to end, he didn't seem to mention what those people received the awards for.

"No, Li Fengguang said that the superiors had reviewed it, and the chief who came was also from the logistics department, in charge of equipment. Oh, there was one person who was mentioned, Yang Weimin, the nephew of Director Yang, who also received a third-class merit this time~!"

When Cui Dake heard that he was Director Yang's nephew, he understood everything. It seemed that Li Feng was not honest.

Before, he buried himself in the yard and looked like a good leader and a good cadre with a clear conscience. But now, he is doing these things in private!

Maybe, it’s because my level is too low, so Li Feng looks down on me?

For a moment, all kinds of thoughts kept churning in Cui Dake's mind. People with dirty hearts also like to think that other people's hearts are dirty.

At least that's what Cui Dake thinks now. It's not that they don't use back doors, they just secretly open back doors for those with connections at the factory director level. As for everything on the surface, it's all disguised.

"Director Yang's nephew, are you sure?"

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Cui Dake suppressed his inner thoughts and continued to ask without leaving any trace. This point is very important, because those are all handles.

"How can we be unsure? Everyone in the factory knows about it. But it seems that he won a prize for artillery testing. It sounds dangerous. Anyway, I didn't listen carefully~!"

At least not much time had passed, and Qin Huairu still remembered everything that happened in the meeting. She told Cui Dake all of her memories, just from the little bits and pieces.

"Bullshit, he's the nephew of the factory director, how can he do anything dangerous? In our industry, this is called gilding, which is to put a layer of gold on the copper. If you want to advance, you must have qualifications and achievements. You can make it without them. Li Feng has reached that position at such a young age. How can he have so many achievements? Isn't it because of the support of some connections behind him~!"

"Otherwise, I've never seen such a young factory manager, nor have I heard of one anywhere. It's just that you and I are ordinary people, and we can't get in touch with that level~!"

Cui Dake felt uncomfortable when talking about this. He was a rural native, a real grassroots person without anyone behind him. He could get to where he is today only because he read people's expressions, flattered others and fought hard for it.

He looked down on those who had nepotism and just hated that he was not one of them. After all, he found out that Li Feng, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, was not a good guy either, he just played at a higher level than him.

"Don't tell anyone what I'm telling you. The factory doesn't allow us to talk about this outside. We are told to keep it secret every day. Even when I'm operating a sewing machine and making a vest, they ask us to keep it secret. Anyway, as long as I can raise these children, I'll be satisfied~!"

Perhaps knowing that she had said too much just now, Qin Huairu specifically reminded Cui Dake, but she obviously didn't care about these things. After all, no one in the factory had had any problems due to leaks.

"Who am I going to tell? Tell me, what kind of vest do you make? I hear you say every day that your waist and legs hurt from stepping on it. Is it related to the research institute? Otherwise, how could you, a steel mill, do the work of a garment factory?" (End of this chapter)