Siheyuan: Return to the Era of Prosperity

Chapter 39 Wind Direction
As soon as Shen Zhiyu entered the house, he saw his younger brothers and sisters waiting for him around the stove.

"Brother, come and make a fire. Have you eaten? My elder sister made cornmeal porridge in the evening and left some for you." said the younger sister Shen Zhiwen.

"No, my eldest brother had a bowl of noodles on the way back." Shen Zhiyu sent his younger brothers and sisters to bed.

"Brother, wash your feet and warm your body. It's cold outside." Sister Shen Zhifang brought a basin of hot water.

Looking at his two sensible sisters, Shen Zhiyu's eyes became moist. At this moment, he felt that he had truly integrated into this era. He was no longer alone and had close relatives.

Shen Zhiyu hugged his two sisters, patted their backs, and said happily: "You have grown up and know how to feel sorry for your brother."

"Well, brother, you haven't come back yet so late, we are scared." Shen Zhiwen said in a crying voice.

Shen Zhiyu assured: "I came back late today. It's my fault. I apologize to you and I will never do it again."

Shen Zhiwen burst into laughter and said, "That's more like it."

Shen Zhiyu also realized that although his younger brothers and sisters were able to cook for themselves, their parents had just passed away, and the lifestyle of living in a courtyard with many birds made them feel insecure.

I really need to pay attention to this aspect in the future and not be away from home in the middle of the night. Even if this happens, I must tell them in advance.

No matter what, the oldest of the three of them was just a junior high school student. In later times, they would still be children.

After sending his younger brothers and sisters to rest, Shen Zhiyu read for a while before going to rest.

The night without nightlife is really long.

Monday, just got to work.

Wu Bingyan and Shen Zhiyu took the report to see Tao Qibin, the head of the Production Technology Department, who was their direct superior.

"Chief Tao, my colleague Shen Zhiyu has written a production safety report based on the workshop problems in our steel rolling mill. I think some of the content is worth promoting. Please check it." Wu Bingyan signaled Shen Zhiyu to hand the report to Tao Qibin.

"Okay, you two sit down first, I'll take a look." Tao Qibin took the report in surprise and started reading it.

Shen Zhiyu was very discerning. He refilled his cup with water and waited for Tao Qibin's instructions.

Tao Qibin is a non-professional head of the production technology department and has basically no knowledge of technology.

However, he has one advantage, which is that he is willing to listen to other people's opinions. Besides, Tao Qibin, the head of the production technology department, is almost a decoration, and almost all the work is handled by Qi Fujun, the deputy director in charge of production safety.

Tao Qibin was not sure whether Shen Zhiyu's report was reasonable. He thought about it and said, "Leave the report here for now and wait for notification from the factory."

Wu Bingyan and Shen Zhiyu could only leave Tao Qibin's office temporarily to deal with other work.

Although Shen Zhiyu was anxious for the result, the development of things was not subject to his will and depended on the leadership's handling.

If your boss thinks it’s bullshit and useless, no matter how well you write it, it will be useless. How can you prove that what you wrote is correct without conducting experiments?

After Tao Qibin handed the report to Qi Fujun, the latter glanced at it casually and threw it to Tao Qibin, saying, "You are just playing nonsense!"

Tao Qibin was sweating profusely. He took the report and wanted to tear it up on the spot. He could only nod and apologize. "Okay, as a technical section chief, you also need to learn technology and policies. You can't just hand over your subordinates' reports to you without thinking. You are so busy now, how can you have time to read these useless reports?" Qi Fujun said lightly, and hit Tao Qibin by the way.

When Shen Zhiyu first heard that it was Tao Qibin who came to see him, he thought that his report had been approved, but it turned out that he was scolded and the report was thrown to him.

Confused, Shen Zhiyu returned to the Statistics Department and asked his questions.

"Hey, Xiao Shen, do less of this kind of thing in the future. You and the section chief are both young, haven't you noticed the current trend?" said the eldest sister Xiao Zhilan.

"What wind?" Shen Zhiyu asked puzzledly.

Xiao Zhilan looked outside the door and whispered, "You don't know, it's posted everywhere now."

"What?" Wu Bingyan asked.

"These kinds of stickers are everywhere," said Xiao Zhilan.

Shen Zhiyu shuddered, finally understanding.

It will take a few years for this wind to change its direction. He is doomed this time, and he estimates that a new wind will start blowing soon.

Going against the wind is bound to be full of hardships, and with my weak arms and legs, I don't have the ability to do so.

Shen Zhiyu carefully put away the report, calmed himself down, and decided to stay put for the time being. He just didn't know what the situation was at the Science and Technology Journal.

This morning, the situation at Science and Technology News was slightly different. After receiving the report, the editor-in-chief Shen Jingwei was very impressed.

However, as a media person, he is very aware of which way the wind is blowing and knows that no matter how good the report is, it must not be published if it is not timely.

Publishing it at this time will not only fail to have any positive effect, but will cause big problems.

……

Shen Zhiyu's work enthusiasm, which had just risen, was poured with a bucket of cold water and extinguished instantly.

Without the pressure and motivation from work, Shen Zhiyu could only focus all his energy on studying. He knew that in this special era, it was better to be cautious.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.

Today is New Year's Eve. The steel rolling mill will be closed from this afternoon until the sixth day of the first lunar month.

This was not yet the special decade, when the slogan was "shabby" and "no holiday during the Spring Festival."

When the situation was good in the past, the welfare of the steel rolling mill was still good, and some benefits would be distributed during the Chinese New Year. This year, there is almost nothing, and Shen Zhiyu only received a bar of soap and a pound of flour.

Riding a bicycle with his meager welfare, Shen Zhiyu returned to the courtyard.

　I spent a day revising and deleted 500 to 600 words. I was devastated!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)