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Chapter 169, Section 168: Direct Promotion to Deputy Section Chief; Powerful Backer Falls; Factory Director Transferred; Zhao Guodong Promoted.
In the sweltering heat of July, Shanghai felt like a giant steamer.

The wind blowing from the Huangpu River swept over the densely packed rooftops and clotheslines, and by the time it reached the Hongxing State-owned Cotton Mill area, it had already lost its faint moisture, leaving only a sticky heat, which could not dispel the stuffiness that permeated the air.

On such a sweltering afternoon that made one drowsy, a piece of news, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, suddenly shattered the tranquility of the factory area, stirring up a rapidly spreading wave of discussion.

Factory director Dou Honglang was transferred without any warning!
There was no usual farewell party, no formal explanation, and many people didn't even notice until the next day that the factory manager's office door had a new lock, was empty, and the desk and filing cabinet had been completely cleaned out.

This quiet disappearance seemed particularly abrupt and meaningful in the routine factory life.

Various rumors, like ubiquitous cotton wool fluttering in the workshop, quickly spread between departments and workshops, with different versions and rich details.

During a break while smoking in the boiler room, an experienced worker confidently stated that Dou Honglang's biggest backer in the city had fallen from power, and with the fall of the tree, the monkeys scattered. Dou himself wasn't clean either, and fearing being implicated and purged, he quickly pulled strings to transfer to a low-level government office.

The clerks in the department exchanged glances and whispered another explanation: it was because of the last warehouse arson case. Although he had superficially absolved himself of responsibility, his superiors still believed that he was lax in managing the factory and was nepotistic. He had been disciplined internally, and this time it was a demotion in name only. Although he appeared to be at the same level, his actual power was much less.

Even more bizarre rumors circulated among some workers who liked to gather information, claiming that it involved a higher-level, more unspeakable struggle. These rumors were so fantastical that it seemed as if the speaker had seen and heard them firsthand. However, upon closer examination, they were all unfounded and without any evidence.

Yang Guangming sat in the factory affairs office, while outside the window, the cicadas chirped louder and louder in the sycamore trees, as if they were using their last strength to fight against the scorching heat.

He was signing his opinion on a daily production report with his pen, somewhat absentmindedly. The pen nib paused, and a drop of blue-black ink uncontrollably seeped onto the paper, slowly spreading into a small, rough-edged blue dot.

He also heard those rumors, various versions of speculations flooding his ears like hot wind.

But at his current level, as a secretary in the factory affairs office, he has no way of getting to the heart of the truth.

Why Dou Honglang left so suddenly is like the swirling, distorted heat wave above the factory area—visible but intangible, leaving only a vague yet scorching impression that disturbs people's peace of mind.

All he knew was that Dou Honglang had indeed left, quietly and without a trace, even with an air of unspeakable haste and disarray.

More importantly, he left, and the position of factory director became vacant.

The director of Hongxing State-owned Cotton Mill was considered the second-in-command of the factory, wielding real power in production management. His position was second only to Secretary Tian, ​​but now it was suddenly left vacant.

It's like throwing the fattest bait into a seemingly calm pond, instantly attracting the attention of all potential predators, while undercurrents surge beneath the surface.

The atmosphere in the factory became subtle and tense.

A chance encounter in the corridor might conceal a test behind a smile; casual conversations in groups of three or five during meals in the cafeteria always unconsciously circle back to that matter; even a moment of silence during a break in the workshop seems to hide unspoken speculation and weighing of options.

Airborne or internally deployed?

These two simple options have affected the nerves of countless people in the factory, affecting their future prospects and the rise and fall of factions.

If someone is parachuted in, it means that the higher-ups may be dissatisfied with the current state of the factory, the existing power structure will be reshuffled, many people will have to choose sides again, and many vested interests may be damaged.

If it's an internal promotion, who has the best chance?
Is it Secretary Huo, the most senior, or Secretary Sun, who is equally experienced and assertive? Their names are frequently mentioned, and their supporters are also active in private.

But most people turned their attention to Zhao Guodong's office, which had a sign that read "Deputy Factory Director".

He had been with the factory the shortest time, no more than a year and a half at most.

However, his decisive and straightforward style, along with the remarkable achievements he made in leading the equipment technology upgrades—the reduction in yarn breakage rate and the improvement in weaving machine efficiency—are evident to all.

Furthermore, his remarkable courage and tenacity in the face of adversity during the warehouse arson case, and his eventual turnaround and capture of the true culprit, make him a figure that cannot be ignored.

More importantly, he had the unwavering support of Secretary Tian.

This is a fact that anyone with eyes can see. Secretary Tian has affirmed Zhao Guodong's work approach and achievements on many occasions.

Of course, only a very few people in the factory knew about their comradeship.

Yang Guangming was also on edge; he was more concerned about the final outcome of this matter than most people in the factory.

His relationship with Zhao Guodong had long surpassed that of a typical superior and subordinate. Through their joint efforts and crisis management during the warehouse arson case, they had built a deep bond of trust and tacit understanding.

In a sense, it is a matter of shared prosperity and shared loss.

If Zhao Guodong could advance further and become the factory director, it would mean much more to Yang Guangming than just a promotion; it would also determine the breadth and direction of his own future path.

He carefully considered all the factors.

In terms of seniority, Zhao Guodong is indeed not as experienced as the two deputy secretaries, which is a clear weakness.

However, in terms of actual work ability, outstanding achievements, the prestige gradually accumulated among workers and technicians, and especially the clear thinking and decisiveness shown when dealing with thorny and complex problems, Zhao Guodong's advantages are quite obvious.

Given Secretary Tian's influence within the factory and potentially above him, Zhao Guodong's chances are indeed very high unless there is a strong intention from above to parachute in a factory director.

However, Yang Guangming had no way of knowing about the power struggles above, or even the thoughts of those at higher levels; it was a level he could not reach, shrouded in a thick fog.

But he felt he couldn't just sit idly by and passively accept whatever the outcome might be. He always wanted to do something for Zhao Guodong, even if it was just adding icing on the cake, even if the final effect was negligible, it would still be a contribution.

He thought of his most familiar weapon: the pen.

I thought of the article published in the Shanghai Daily last time. That article earned him the title of outstanding party member at the factory level and brought honor to the factory. More importantly, it shaped Zhao Guodong's positive image of turning the tide in a critical moment to some extent.

Public opinion campaigns can play an unexpected role at certain crucial and delicate moments, like a pebble thrown into a lake; though the ripples are small, they can still spread outwards.

After careful consideration, he decided not to remain silent and distant on such an important matter like his ordinary subordinates.

Through their joint efforts in the warehouse arson case, they have established an extraordinary level of trust and a direct channel of communication.

He could choose a more direct way to express his thoughts and support.

He found an opportunity, after reporting to Zhao Guodong on the arrangements for several recent routine tasks, when there was no one else in the office, making it a good time for a heart-to-heart talk.

"Secretary," Yang Guangming said, his tone calm but earnest, "There's something I've been thinking about and would like to hear your opinion on."

Zhao Guodong was reviewing a document about the raw material procurement plan for the second half of the year when he heard this. He looked up, took off his light-rimmed glasses, and rubbed his slightly tired brow with his fingertips. "Go on," he said, his voice low and a little hoarse from being busy with official duties.

"With Director Dou transferred, a position in the factory has become vacant." Yang Guangming said directly, but kept his voice low, so that only the two of them could hear him. "There's a lot of talk outside, with all sorts of speculations."

Zhao Guodong looked at him, his face expressionless, showing neither anxiety nor excitement. He simply grunted in response, signaling him to continue. He showed neither surprise nor tried to stop him from discussing this sensitive topic.

"I know that this matter ultimately depends on the arrangements made by higher-ups. The city's considerations are definitely more comprehensive than ours, and there's no use in us lower-level people worrying about it."

Yang Guangming was cautious in his wording, first clarifying his position, "But I was thinking, could we... do something from the side, even if it's just a little bit, maybe it can play a lubricating role."

He paused for a moment, observing Zhao Guodong's reaction.

Zhao Guodong put his glasses back on and leaned back in the old rattan chair, which immediately emitted a familiar, worrying creak.

His fingers tapped lightly on the shiny tabletop unconsciously, his gaze deep and thoughtful through his glasses.

"What do you want to do?" This wasn't a question, but a statement. He seemed to have accurately grasped Yang Guangming's intentions from his words, and might even have guessed his next suggestion.

"I would like to write another article for the Shanghai Daily."

Yang Guangming then stated his plan, "The theme should revolve around the latest achievements of our factory in technology and equipment transformation in recent years, especially the projects you have led since you came here, such as the roller transformation of the spinning machine, the efficiency improvement of the weaving machine, and the application of the new doffing device. These can all be written about, with specific data and actual results, and they will be presentable."

He paused, then added a more crucial point: combining technological achievements with political guidance, "We can also combine it with the initiative you put forward at the Party Committee meeting after you became the deputy secretary: 'Grasp revolution, promote production, and take the lead in technological innovation.'"

Let's discuss how correct ideology can guide production practice, and how specific technological transformations can consolidate proletarian ideology, promote great development of production, and contribute to socialist construction.

The initiative he mentioned was a slogan proposed by Zhao Guodong at the beginning of the year, taking into account the national political situation and the actual needs of the factory's production. It not only conformed to the mainstream tone of abstract thinking but also highlighted the pragmatic direction, and it was implemented in the factory.

Zhao Guodong listened quietly, his fingers ceasing their tapping on the table, merely resting loosely on it.

After a dozen seconds, Zhao Guodong slowly spoke, his voice as calm as if he were evaluating an ordinary report: "Sending an article out won't have a decisive effect. The higher-ups consider many complex factors when making decisions, and it's not something that one or two articles can influence." His tone revealed no emotion, only a calm assessment.

“I understand.” Yang Guangming nodded immediately, knowing this well. “I was thinking that if it could be published, it would at least allow leaders outside the factory, other units, and the wider society to understand our factory’s actual work from another perspective, and to understand the achievements you have made in leading and promoting the work within the factory. It’s a kind of… indirect reflection and a positive attitude.”

He emphasized "side view" and "reflection," prioritizing posture over practical results.

Zhao Guodong sized up the young secretary in front of him.

Yang Guangming is quick-witted, has ideas, knows how to put them into practice, knows how to use all available resources to create momentum, and knows how to act within the rules.

In his view, this initiative and sense of propriety are rare qualities.

"Good idea." Zhao Guodong finally gave a clear affirmative answer, though his tone remained calm. "Write it down, I can. But..."

He sat up slightly, emphasizing his words with an unquestionable tone, "After it's finished, but before it's published, you have to show it to me. At this crucial moment, you can choose not to do it, but you can't make mistakes. I need to oversee it."

This is both an agreement and a necessary measure for control and risk prevention.

He needs to ensure that the article has the correct tone and is well-chosen, so as not to give others a handle to use against him or cause any unnecessary misunderstandings during a sensitive period.

"Of course." Yang Guangming was certain and immediately replied, "I will ask you to review and revise the first draft as soon as I finish it."

"Hmm." Zhao Guodong nodded, picked up the pen on the table again, and looked back at the documents. "Hurry up. For these things, it's better to be early than late." He reminded him that timing was very important.

"Understood." Yang Guangming replied succinctly, and knowing the conversation was over, he quietly left the office.

With Zhao Guodong's approval, Yang Guangming immediately took action.

With time running out, he used every spare moment and break to conceive and begin writing.

He was already very familiar with the factory's technological innovation projects, and the relevant data and effect comparison materials were readily available, so he could organize them quickly.

The key lies in how to organically combine the relatively dry technical content with the ideological and political requirements that must be emphasized at the time, so that the writing is both solid and substantial without being exaggerated, and without appearing stiff or abrupt.

It should reflect both the progress brought about by technology and the guiding role of politics; it should have both the practical significance and the ideological depth.

He hunched over his desk, writing furiously, turning the pages of the manuscript one by one.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, sometimes dripping onto the paper, which he carefully blotted with blotting paper.

He completed the first draft in just over a day. He then spent an entire evening revising and polishing it, adjusting the wording to ensure that every expression was as rigorous and appropriate as possible.

Finally, an article titled "Technological Innovation Promotes Production, Ideological Guidance Writes a New Chapter - A Chronicle of the Technological Transformation Work of Hongxing State-Owned Cotton Mill" was completed.

The article uses solid data and specific cases to detail the background, process, and results of several major technological upgrading projects in the factory recently.

These achievements were attributed to the correct guidance of the factory's Party Committee, especially Comrade Zhao Guodong, the leader in charge, who put forward the idea of ​​"grasping revolution, promoting production, and taking the lead in technological innovation."

It emphasizes how strong political work can be transformed into a powerful boost to economic work, reflecting the revolutionary enthusiasm and wisdom of the working class.

He neatly transcribed the manuscript, checked it for errors, and then delivered it to Zhao Guodong's desk.

Zhao Guodong examined it very carefully, spending almost half an hour reviewing it word by word. During this time, he used a red pen to revise several wordings to make the tone more stable, the political expression more precise and in line with the spirit of the current document, and to downplay some traces that might seem too personal.

"That's fine." After reading it, he put down the manuscript and said to Yang Guangming, who was standing to the side, "Let's publish it according to this revised version."

Yang Guangming breathed a sigh of relief and took the manuscript: "Okay, factory manager."

He immediately took some time to go to the nearby post office, carefully sealed the manuscript, and mailed it to the editorial department of the Shanghai Daily.

Having worked together before, the submission process seemed much smoother this time. The editor called once to verify two pieces of data but didn't offer any major revisions.

Just two days later, the article was published in the Economic Construction section of the second page of the Shanghai Daily.

The position wasn't as prominent as the previous criticism and praise section, but it still occupied a considerable amount of space, and its layout was quite prominent.

When Yang Guangming received the newspaper, which still smelled of ink, he carefully read through the published version. It was consistent with the version approved by Zhao Guodong, which made him feel a little more at ease.

That's all he can do.

Like a pebble thrown into a lake, how far the ripples spread, and whether they are seen by the right people, is beyond his control.

All that's left is to wait. To wait for the decision from above, to wait for the verdict of fate.

The waiting process, amidst this uncertainty, feels particularly agonizing.

The atmosphere in the factory remained delicate.

Various rumors continued to circulate, but the speculation about the specific candidate for factory director gradually quieted down, and an unusual silence descended.

This silence often signifies that the game has entered its most critical and tense phase, with all parties observing, vying for power, or awaiting final instructions.

Yang Guangming worked as usual, processing documents, arranging meetings, and accompanying Zhao Guodong to the workshop to investigate production progress and the implementation of new technological improvement projects.

Zhao Guodong looked no different from usual, still calm, serious, and quiet, even more so than usual, making it difficult to read his thoughts.

But Yang Ming could vaguely sense that beneath that seemingly calm surface lay a barely perceptible tension, a state of restraint.

A week felt exceptionally long amidst this anxious waiting and superficial calm. Each day seemed to stretch out.

Finally, another official document from a higher-level unit was delivered to the factory's Party Committee office by a designated person. The document bag was sealed, with the unit's name printed on it in a solemn manner.

The contents of the document were not made public immediately, but it quickly spread within a very small circle of the factory's Party Committee. Then, as if it had grown wings, it spread to all departments and workshops in the factory at a faster speed and in more detailed versions, triggering a new round of even more heated discussions.

The appointment of the new factory director was finalized and officially announced soon.

After deliberation by the higher-level Party committee, it was decided to remove Comrade Zhao Guodong from his position as deputy director of Hongxing State-owned Cotton Mill and appoint him as director of Hongxing State-owned Cotton Mill.

The dust has settled. No outside hires. An internal promotion. Zhao Guodong succeeded!

When the news reached the factory administration office, Yang Guangming was organizing a batch of old documents that needed to be archived in front of the filing cabinet, his hands covered in dust. The person who came to tell him the news was another young clerk in the factory administration office, whose tone was filled with envy and flattery.

Yang Guangming paused for a moment, and a surge of warmth unexpectedly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

It’s done, it’s really done!
He repeated those two words in his mind, but tried his best to keep his face calm.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the excitement and turbulent emotions in his heart, nodded to the person who came to indicate that he understood, and then continued the tidying work he was doing, only his movements seemed lighter and more powerful than usual.

New position, new look, new office!

A few days later, Zhao Guodong moved into the factory director's office. As his full-time secretary, Yang Guangming also moved to a new office, which was still located in the outer room of Zhao Guodong's main office, but with a larger space.

The factory director's office is now more spacious than the former deputy director's office. A glass-doored bookcase stands against the wall, filled with documents and books. There are two telephones on the desk, one black for internal use and one red for external use, symbolizing broader connections and greater power and responsibility.

Two common green plants were placed on the windowsill, adding a touch of life to the room.

Zhao Guodong stood by the window, his back to the door, watching the flatbed trucks busy transporting goods between the factory buildings and the workers coming and going below.

Hearing Yang Guangming's footsteps as he entered, he turned around.

He wore a faint, calm smile, a smile that conveyed the relief of finally achieving one's goal after a period of struggle and waiting, and more so, a sense of composure and confidence that everything was under control. There was little elation in his smile, only the weight of responsibility on his shoulders.

"Factory Director," Yang Guangming changed his address, his voice filled with heartfelt congratulations and a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

Zhao Guodong nodded, walked behind the large desk and sat down, pointing to the chair opposite him, which was also sturdier than before.

"sit."

Yang Guangming sat down as instructed, keeping his back straight.

"This matter is finally settled." Zhao Guodong spoke, his tone calm but conveying a sense of sufficiency that came from having a firm grasp of the overall situation. "The responsibilities will be even heavier from now on, with more production tasks to manage and higher requirements." He seemed to be speaking to Yang Guangming, but also to himself.

“You’ll definitely be fine. The factory has a good production foundation, and the comrades are supportive,” Yang Guangming said sincerely.

Zhao Guodong waved his hand, seemingly unwilling to discuss these matters further, and then changed the subject, saying, "My job has changed, and your position will also need to be adjusted accordingly. We had considered this before, and now it's finally being implemented."

Yang Guangming's heart skipped a beat, and he listened attentively, his gaze focused.

“I used to be a deputy, in charge of a certain area. If you, as a full-time secretary, want to directly get the title of deputy director of the factory affairs office, you still have to work on your seniority. It will take several years before you can get this title.”

Zhao Guodong spoke directly and clearly, no longer needing to be as cautious as before: "It's different now. The factory director's full-time secretary is also the deputy director of the factory affairs office. It's perfectly legitimate and has been a long-standing practice in the factory, also to facilitate the work."

Deputy Director of the Factory Affairs Office, a position at the deputy section chief level!

This is a clear promotion, signifying that he has officially crossed an important threshold into the cadre ranks, acquiring corresponding responsibilities and...influence.

Yang Guangming held his breath, trying to appear calm: "Thank you for your guidance, Factory Manager!"

“You deserve this.” Zhao Guodong looked at him with approval in his eyes. “Your ability and contributions, especially your performance in several key matters, are evident to everyone. You are capable of taking on this deputy director position. You should be even more strict with yourself in the future.”

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious, and then addressed a more practical issue: "However, a job position is easy to resolve; the factory's Party Committee just needs to approve it. Administrative rank is another matter entirely; it involves salary and benefits, and that's strictly controlled."

Yang Guangming nodded to indicate that he fully understood.

Starting in 1963, wages were essentially frozen nationwide. This policy not only affected workers, but also made promotions for cadres particularly difficult, with very few openings available. Since the implementation of this policy, the practice of assigning high-ranking positions to lower-ranking officials has become increasingly common and prevalent within the cadre ranks.

The factory has the authority to appoint ordinary cadres, but adjustments to administrative ranks involve the salary fund and require approval from relevant municipal departments, which is very difficult.

“You are currently at administrative level 23, which corresponds to level 5 clerk.” Zhao Guodong clearly remembered his level. “In principle, the deputy section chief position corresponds to administrative level 18 or above. But this hurdle is very difficult to cross now, and many veteran comrades have been stuck for many years without making any progress.”

He tapped his fingers unconsciously on the smooth tabletop, making a soft tapping sound: "Unless there is a special honor, such as a model worker, or... like the outstanding party member title you received this time, it can be applied for as an outstanding performance."

Yang Guangming's heart skipped a beat; it seemed his title of outstanding Party member was about to play an important role again.

"You have been awarded the title of Outstanding Party Member this year, which is a good reason and a breakthrough point."

Zhao Guodong had clearly considered this issue long ago. "I will do my best to advocate for you and submit your application as an outstanding Party member through a special promotion. But I can't guarantee how many levels it will be approved. A promotion of one level, to the twenty-second level, is quite likely. A promotion of two levels, to the twenty-first level, depends on luck and the review process from above, which is very difficult."

“I understand. Factory director, the fact that the factory was able to submit it is already a great encouragement and affirmation for me. No matter what the final result is, it would be best if I could be promoted one level, but if I can't, I will absolutely accept it and will not have any complaints.” Yang Guangming’s tone was sincere, and his attitude was very proper.

He knew the difficulties here. The whole country was working together as one, and the finances were tight. Every time the administrative level was raised, it meant an increase in fiscal expenditure, so the approval process was naturally extremely strict.

The fact that Zhao Guodong was willing to fight for him already shows that he highly values ​​and supports him.

"Yes, that's good. Keep a calm mind." Zhao Guodong nodded in satisfaction, approving of his reaction. "The document will be issued in the next few days, so be prepared. As for the higher-level matters, I'll give instructions later to have them prepare the materials as soon as possible and submit them promptly."

About a week later, the official document regarding Yang Guangming's appointment was formally issued to all departments and workshops.

Appointment document from the Party Committee of Hongxing State-owned Cotton Mill: After deliberation and decision by the Party Committee of the mill, Comrade Yang Guangming is appointed as the Deputy Director of the Factory Affairs Office (Deputy Section Chief level).

The document number, date, and official seal are all included.

……

Although it was just a thin sheet of paper, and the mimeographed words were even a little blurry, it was enough to cause quite a stir and discussion in the factory.

Deputy Director of the Factory Affairs Office, at the deputy section chief level!

How old is Yang Guangming? How long has he been working at the factory? Roughly speaking, only about two years, less than two years.

From a regular clerk to a factory office secretary, and then to a deputy section-level cadre, this speed of promotion was nothing short of meteoric in a factory where seniority still prevailed, leaving everyone astonished.

Although everyone knew that he was Zhao Guodong's favorite, with a strong writing ability and outstanding skills, and had made contributions in the warehouse arson case, and had just been named an outstanding party member, they still couldn't help but gasp and discuss it among themselves when they saw the appointment document in black and white.

Some were envious, some were surprised, and some secretly felt sour.

What's even more eye-catching and enviable is that the relevant departments in the factory immediately started working on preparing materials for Yangguangming's application for an administrative upgrade.

Thanks to the honor of being an outstanding Party member, and with the strong support and instructions of the newly appointed factory director Zhao Guodong, the application process went very quickly, and the report was submitted soon.

This time, the wait for approval from higher authorities wasn't too long. Amidst the eager anticipation of those in the know, the second official document arrived—a notification regarding the adjustment of Yang Guangming's administrative rank.

Following an application by the factory's Party Committee and approval by the higher-level authorities, Comrade Yang Guangming's administrative rank has been adjusted to Level 21.

Administrative Level 21!
Although there is still a gap between this position and the starting administrative level 18, it is a common case of "high-ranking but underqualified".

However, given the current environment where promotions are generally frozen, being able to be promoted directly from level 23 to level 21, a two-level jump, is a special privilege enjoyed by only a very few people. This is enough to demonstrate the effort the factory put in to secure promotions and a certain degree of recognition from higher authorities.

The monthly base salary jumped from 49.5 yuan to 62 yuan!

This news is more sensational and more substantial than the appointment itself.

Level 21, monthly salary of 62 yuan!
Many skilled master craftsmen who have worked hard for over a decade can't earn this much even after a month of hard work.

The fact that a young man who was not even nineteen years old had just been promoted to deputy section chief and was already receiving such a high salary was unimaginable to some of the older workers, leaving them with mixed feelings.

Envy, jealousy, amazement—a variety of complex emotions permeated the factory, but more than anything, there was helplessness and resignation.

Circumstances are beyond one's control. Who can blame them for being capable, following the right person, making great contributions, and gaining honors? Apart from a few private discussions, nothing can be changed.

On the morning the document was officially issued, Yang Guangming sat at his desk.

The table was no longer the old wooden table, but a new one, and it was placed closer to the door of the factory manager's office in the inner room, so that it could be answered at any time.

He remained calm, methodically processing the documents at hand, ignoring the faint whispers coming from the corridor outside, his expression unchanged.

He knew that all of this was both a reward and recognition, but also represented greater pressure and a heavier responsibility.

A deputy section chief position means he needs to take on more management and coordination work and think about issues more comprehensively.

A level 21 rank and a salary of 62 yuan mean that people around him will have higher expectations of him, and he must do better and not make any mistakes.

When the lunch break bell rang, he tidied his desk, locked his drawers, and stepped out of the office building, only to be met with a wave of heat.

He immediately spotted his mother, Zhang Xiuying, waiting under the shade of the large locust tree by the entrance, fanning herself with a handkerchief. Her face was filled with barely suppressed excitement and eagerness, and her eyes kept glancing towards the office building entrance.

"Mingming! Over here!" Seeing her son come out, Zhang Xiuying immediately went to greet him, her voice several points louder than usual, attracting the attention of several workers passing by.

"Mom, what brings you here? It's so sunny, how long have you been waiting?" Yang Guangming walked a few steps, somewhat surprised.

"I'm waiting for you to eat! Mom is so happy today, my heart is warm, I don't care about the sun!" Zhang Xiuying grabbed her son's arm, her eyes sparkling as she looked him up and down in his white short-sleeved shirt with a pen pinned to his chest. The more she looked, the happier she became. "Come on, let's go to the cafeteria! Mom is so happy today, I'll treat you to meat dishes, lots of meat!"

Looking at his mother's flushed face, Yang Guangming understood.

With such a joyous occasion, how could she possibly hold back? She must have been unable to sit still as soon as she heard the news, and wanted to drag him to the place where the most coworkers were, to "show off" properly and enjoy the joy of being triumphant.

He understood his mother's simple and direct joy and pride.

A son's success is a mother's greatest glory, and this sense of spiritual satisfaction is more important to her than anything else.

“Okay, I’m hungry too. I think the cafeteria has braised ribbonfish today?” Yang Guangming nodded obediently, matching his mother’s enthusiasm with a gentle smile.

The mother and son walked side by side toward the workers' canteen.

It was peak dining time, and the cafeteria was bustling with noise.

Long queues formed at the food windows, where workers, holding aluminum lunchboxes, chatted and laughed, banging their bowls on the table.

As soon as Zhang Xiuying entered the canteen, she stood up straight, smiled brightly, and spoke loudly, greeting everyone she met.

Yang Guangming was promoted to deputy director, and his administrative rank was raised to level twenty-one. For Zhang Xiuying, this was a huge deal, but the news only circulated within a small circle of people who cared about Yang Guangming. Most of the factory workers wouldn't pay attention to something that didn't concern them.

"Master Wang, are you eating? The rice is especially fluffy today!"

"Sister Li, you just finished getting your food too? Oh my, this piece of ribbonfish looks pretty wide!"

She kept greeting her familiar coworkers, and then seemingly casually but actually deliberately brought her son to the forefront, subtly steer the conversation toward the main topic.

"Oh my, Master Zhang, are you waiting for your son to eat together? Guangming is a very busy man these days!" A familiar female worker greeted him with a smile, her gaze sweeping over Yang Guangming.

“That’s right!” Zhang Xiuying’s voice was loud and clear, as if she wanted half the people in the canteen to hear her. “This child is really busy now. There’s a lot going on at the factory, and it’s hard to even have a meal with him.”

Didn't their factory office issue a document today promoting...that person to deputy director?

Deputy section chief level!
I have to get him out of here no matter what, and have a little celebration!

She deliberately pronounced the words "deputy director" and "deputy section chief" very clearly, emphasizing the words.

"Deputy Director? Oh my! Guangming got promoted? To Deputy Section Chief? Really?" Immediately, more surprised and envious glances came from around them, and some people moved closer.

"When did this happen? Master Zhang, you're really something, raising such a successful son! You've brought honor to the family!"

"Guangming is so young, and he's only been at the factory for a few days? He's already a deputy section chief? Amazing! Amazing! Director Zhao really knows how to make good use of talent!"

"The salary must have increased quite a bit, right? A deputy section chief should get several tens of yuan more, right?"

Zhang Xiuying basked in the compliments and attention, her face beaming with joy, her wrinkles smoothing out, yet she still managed a few words of modesty:
"Well, it's all thanks to the organization's training and the leaders' high regard for him. As for the kid himself, he's hardworking and has had a bit of luck... His salary did increase a bit, but I didn't really ask how much exactly. I think it's... sixty-two yuan?"

She seemed to have just remembered it, and announced the astonishing number in a somewhat uncertain tone, which had an even better effect.

Sure enough, an even bigger wave of amazement and exclamations erupted from the surrounding crowd.

"Sixty-two yuan? My God! That's more than my husband's salary!"

"Master Zhang, you can just relax and enjoy your retirement from now on! Your son is so successful!"

"It's true what they say, comparisons are odious! My son is two years older than Guangming, and he's still stuck in his apprenticeship!"

Yang Guangming stood beside his mother, a perfectly measured, slightly humble smile on his face. He nodded and greeted the uncles and aunts, saying little, occasionally uttering platitudes like "It's all thanks to the organization's training" or "We still need to keep working hard."

He knew that at this moment, all he needed to do was be a backdrop, a proud footnote and a display piece for his mother.

The mother needed this recognition and envy from her coworkers to fill the void of spiritual comfort and glory she had longed for after years of hard work and silent dedication.

Seeing the genuine, triumphant glow on his mother's face, he felt it was well worth indulging in her little bit of vanity.

The lunch was spent as the mother received congratulations from all sides and Yang Guangming responded with humility.

Zhang Xiuying had a great appetite. She ate all the stir-fried shredded pork that she usually couldn't bear to eat, along with rice, and her face remained rosy.

After finishing their meal, the mother and son walked out of the noisy cafeteria, where the heat was still intense.

The blush on Zhang Xiuying's face hadn't completely faded as she held her son's hand and urged, "Come home early after get off work! This is such a joyous occasion, our family has to celebrate properly! I'll go to the grocery store after get off work to see if I can get some meat and a fish. When you get home and tell your dad and brother the good news, they'll be overjoyed. We'll make dumplings tonight!"

"Okay, I understand, Mom," Yang Guangming replied. "Don't spend too much money. It's hot, and too much stuff won't keep well."

"Don't worry! Mom feels great and full of energy! I'm not afraid of the heat!" Zhang Xiuying waved her hand enthusiastically, her steps light as if she could fly, and after parting with her son, she returned to the workshop office.

After getting off work in the afternoon, Yang Guangming did not go straight back to Shikumen. Instead, he took a detour back to his dormitory in the tenement building.

He unlocked the door to his little hut with his key, and a wave of intense, sweltering heat that had been building up all day hit him.

He closed the door, and the cramped space felt like an oven.

He went into the small kitchen cubicle, opened a small cabinet that had been added later, and took out the things he had prepared beforehand.

Twenty clean, shiny salted duck eggs, each plump and perfectly washed, were carefully wrapped in old newspapers, making for a heavy bundle.

The heavy, five-pound Jinhua ham has been cut into smaller pieces suitable for home cooking. The deep red lean meat has clear marbling, and the snow-white fat is thick and evenly distributed, exuding a unique salty aroma.

He then took out two pounds of braised beef from the refrigerator and wrapped it in oil paper. The braised beef was a deep reddish-brown color and glistening with oil, with firm meat, and you could smell its rich aroma even through the paper.

He sorted these items into categories and carefully packed them into the military green canvas satchel, which was instantly stuffed full and heavy.

Looking at this generous and substantial bag of good stuff, he felt a sense of security and satisfaction at being able to improve his family's life.

Then he slung his heavy satchel over his shoulder, locked the door, and walked towards the Shikumen (stone gate) under the still-scorching afterglow of the setting sun.

The alleyway entrance was more lively than usual.

People returning home from get off work ring their bicycle bells, and several teenagers chase and play as they run by, leaving behind a trail of laughter and dust.

As Yang Guangming walked into the courtyard carrying a bulging, obviously heavy satchel, he immediately attracted attention.

"The light has returned!"

Li Guihua, who was washing a few cucumbers by the sink, was the first to see him. She exclaimed loudly, "Oh, Guangming, you're home today! You've come at the right time! Mom bought some good food today, you're in for a treat!"

Her shout drew the attention of everyone in the courtyard, from the kitchen doors and windows to the outside world.

Zhang Xiuying was busy in her kitchen, poking the stove and adding coal briquettes to prepare dinner. Her face was covered in sweat, but she couldn't hide her joy.

Hearing the noise, he immediately leaned out, his face beaming with barely suppressed joy.

"The light is back! Come quick! Everyone, listen up!"

She wore an apron, her hands still dusty with coal dust, and spoke in a loud voice as if she were about to announce some major news, "Our Guangming has made another advancement! The factory has issued an official document! Our Guangming is now the deputy director of the factory affairs office! A deputy section-level cadre!"

She emphasized the words "deputy section chief" and "director," pronouncing them clearly.

The courtyard fell silent for a moment, save for the sound of running water and the distant radio broadcast. Then, a cacophony of voices and congratulations erupted.

"Deputy Director? Xiuying, really? How big is Guangming? You've only been working here for a few days?"

"Deputy section chief? That's a proper leader! Xiuying, your family is incredibly lucky! You've brought honor to your ancestors!"

"Incredible! Incredible! I've always seen that Guangming has potential! He's so steady!"

"Did your salary go up too? It must have gone up quite a bit, right? That's the salary for a deputy section chief!"

Even Mrs. Feng, who usually didn't get involved in these matters and had a somewhat aloof personality, cast a glance from the doorway of her kitchen. Her face held a faint, complex expression, seemingly surprised, yet also something else entirely.

He Caiyun was carrying an enamel basin to empty the water from washing vegetables when she heard Zhang Xiuying's words. She paused for a moment, a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of bitterness and disappointment crossing her face, but she quickly forced a smile and raised her voice a few decibels higher than usual:

"Oh my, that's wonderful news! Huge good news! Congratulations, Aunt Xiuying, congratulations, Brother Guangming! You're so young and promising! You have a bright future!" But the congratulations sounded dry and lacked genuine warmth, and his eyes were a little vacant.

Zhang Xiuying was completely immersed in joy and pride at the moment, and did not pay attention to these details at all, or rather, even if she did, she did not care.

She basked in the envious glances and compliments from her neighbors, her wrinkles crinkling into a smile, her heart brimming with joy.

"Congratulations to you too! It's all thanks to the organization's support and the leaders' high regard for us!" She said politely, but the pride and satisfaction in her voice were impossible to hide.

When she saw the bulging satchel on her son's back, her face lit up with joy, and she quickly went to help: "You brought things back again? Oh my, it's so heavy! Quickly bring it inside! We'll have a big celebration tonight! Dad! Guanghui! Come out and see, Guangming's back, and he brought so much stuff!"

Yang Yongkang and Yang Guanghui came out of the house.

Yang Yongkang's face still had that usual, slightly rigid expression, but if you looked closely, there was a hint of gentleness and satisfaction in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be more relaxed than usual.

Yang Guanghui was much more direct. He stepped forward and took the heavy bag from his younger brother's shoulder. He felt its weight and grinned, "Wow, this is heavy! It must be something good, right? We'll have to have a good drink tonight to celebrate Guangming's promotion!" His joy was direct and honest.

Although the father and son didn't say many sentimental words, the heartfelt joy and family cohesion filled the small room at that moment.

Li Guihua followed her into the house and enthusiastically helped take the items out of her handbag one by one, exclaiming in surprise with each item she took out.

Wow! So many salted duck eggs! Each one has a glossy green shell, they're really good!

"Wow! This ham is really good! It's genuine Jinhua ham! The fat, the color of the meat! I haven't seen such good ham in a long time!"

"Braised beef! This is a rare delicacy! It's expensive! A perfect dish to accompany drinks!"

Looking at the "hard goods" spread out on the old wooden table, Zhang Xiuying's face lit up, and she felt incredibly comfortable and at ease.

Her son is successful, becoming a cadre, and bringing home so many tangible and rare good things. Life is getting better and better, making her feel especially proud among the neighbors.

With a wave of her hand, she began to arrange dinner, her voice filled with pride: "Cut a big piece of ham and steam it! Cut a big plate of braised beef! Cut the salted duck eggs in half! And...and open that bottle of fine Shaoxing wine that Guangming brought last time! Tonight, let's have a proper feast!"

The small kitchen suddenly became busy and filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

The coal stove was fanned vigorously, and the blue and red flames licked the bottom of the pot merrily. The cleaver made a rhythmic, crisp tapping sound on the cutting board.

The unique salty aroma of the ham quickly spread, mingling with the smell of coal smoke and rice steam, blending into the uniquely noisy yet warm atmosphere of the Shikumen alleyways at dusk.

Yang Yongkang sat in the old rattan chair by the window, silently rolling a cigarette, occasionally glancing at his busy family members, and then at the sumptuous food on the table.

Finally, his gaze fell on his composed youngest son, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards almost imperceptibly. He slowly struck a match, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled the smoke, as if exhaling years of hard work and a touch of comfort.

Yang Guanghui helped his mother with the tasks, peeling garlic and washing ginger, his face full of a simple and satisfied smile.

Zhuangzhuang ran around the room, holding onto the edge of the bed and making noises, as if he could also sense the unusual festive atmosphere in the house.

As Yang Guangming looked at everything before him, he saw his busy yet joyful mother, his silent but gratified father, his honest and happy older brother, his lively nephew, the rare and sumptuous dishes on the table, and the envious words of the neighbors that could still be faintly heard outside the window.

A simple yet genuine sense of happiness flowed slowly through this small, cramped, and even somewhat dilapidated Shikumen room.

This is his home—simple, unpretentious, and full of the warmth and life of everyday life.

This is one of the reasons he strives: to make his life and that of his family better, and to make his parents proud.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the lights of each household in the alley came on one after another. The dim yellow light shone through the windows and intertwined in the narrow courtyard, forming a warm and mottled net of light.

Although the lights in the room were dim, they were enough to illuminate the genuine joy and satisfaction on everyone's faces.

(End of this chapter)