Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

In the sweltering summer heat, Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill has entered a new round of production expansion plans, which means that overtime work will be required.

Of course, it wasn't because of a large number of orders, but rather because of this plan proposed by Yang Ligong, the factory manager in charge of production capacity.

Yang Ligong took the blame for offending people all by himself.

When the factory broadcast the announcement, the workers cursed Yang Ligong's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Although working overtime might earn you a few extra dollars each month, very few people are willing to do it.

Of course, there are also workers who get excited about working overtime because their families are poor, and a few extra dollars a month can be a lifesaver in a critical moment.

There were even night shift subsidies, with those working the night shift earning more, which led to the steel rolling mill basically operating around the clock.

Of course, Li Jiuzhou, the canteen director, did not quite agree with the kitchen staff working around the clock.

However, Li Jiuzhou wouldn't stop people from wanting to make more money, since there's nothing wrong with them wanting to earn more.

So those who wanted to work overtime were asked to sign up, and the third canteen was chosen from the five canteens as the workers' breakfast spot.

I need to be at the factory at 4 a.m. to prepare breakfast.

Of course, the members were temporarily assembled from people from various canteens who wanted to work overtime.

Other leaders in the factory did not want to cooperate with Yang Ligong because it would be a thankless task.

Yang Ligong didn't care and took all the blame himself. When the announcement was broadcast, Secretary Nie specifically instructed that it was Yang Ligong's decision and had nothing to do with the other members of the leadership team.

Yang Ligong did this in order to create political achievements. After all, it's not that easy to rise to power without achievements.

It doesn't matter if the others don't cooperate; he'll handle it himself.

Although No. 95 Courtyard was considered a wealthy household among the many courtyards in Nanluoguxiang, who would complain if his mother could earn more money?

He cursed Yang Ligong as a fool, but he was also quite satisfied inside.

After all, when the women at home receive their monthly paychecks, they're overjoyed counting the extra money, and it's not unreasonable for them to give their men a few rounds of sex in the evening if they're in a good mood...

Women in this era can be both caring and demanding. As long as there's money to be made, what's a little overtime?

That morning, Zhang Shih-hao returned from his night shift. The young man was in excellent spirits despite not having slept all night.

At this time, the people in the courtyard also began to go to work one after another.

Zhang Shih-hao greeted a group of neighbors he met and chatted about the funny things that happened while he was working overtime at the factory last night.

When he got home, he found only his grandmother inside.

"Grandma, I'm back. What's for breakfast? Oh, and where's my wife?"

Zhang Shih-hao's grandmother didn't reply, but seemed somewhat hesitant, as if she had something to say.

Zhang Shih-hao frowned and went to the back room, which was the room he shared with his wife.

When she looked around, she found the place empty, so she went back to the front yard and asked her grandmother.

Grandma, where did my wife go?

After hesitating for a long time, the old lady finally revealed the reason:

"Ah Hao, don't get agitated. I got up in the middle of the night last night and went to check outside your house."

The old lady's voice began to choke up as she spoke:

"But I heard two people doing something inside the house~"

"Good heavens, I thought it was you doing something, but the voice sounded wrong. Instantly, I remembered that you were working the night shift."

"After listening for a while longer, I realized that the adulterer inside was the second son of the Zhou family next door!"

"That bastard's back from labor camp, and he's already hooked up with your wife and messing around with her! Oh God, waaaaah..."

After listening to his grandmother's story, Zhang Shih-hao felt a chill run through his body. Suppressing his anger, he retorted with a question:

"Didn't Zhou Lao Er move to Qianmen Street?"

His grandmother looked up at her grandson with an expression as if he were a fool:

"What does where Zhou's second son lives have to do with him cheating on you?"

Zhang Shih-hao angrily grabbed his hair, his hatred reaching a fever pitch.

"Ah...where did Zhang Huizhen go now?"

The old lady said, "He left early this morning. I guess he went to Zhou Lao Er's place. Zhou Lao Er rented a room for himself."

Without asking or hesitating, Zhang Shih-hao turned around, went into his room, grabbed a kitchen knife and a rolling pin about the length of his arm, and left the courtyard.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard, I saw Li Jiuzhou and a group of neighbors who were getting ready to go to work.

"Brother Zhu, can I borrow your bike?" Zhang Shih-hao asked Sha-zhu, his eyes bloodshot.

Sha Zhu noticed Zhang Shihao's bloodshot eyes and assumed it was from working the night shift. Since he himself was about to go to work, he simply and decisively refused.

"Ah-hao, I have to go to work, or I'll be late."

After hearing this, Zhang Shih-hao looked at the others.

"Ah Hao, we all have to go to work," Xu Damao said with a smile.

Only Li Jiuzhou noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Shihao. He had seen the glint of cold light on his waist, and besides, he hadn't hidden the rolling pin in his hand.

So he asked:

"Ah Hao, just say what's important. We're all brothers in the compound." Li Jiuzhou thought he had been bullied and wanted to get revenge.

After hearing this, Zhang Shih-hao closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them and said in a reckless tone:

"I got cheated on! My grandma said there was a man in my room last night, and I was working the night shift last night!"

"And my grandma also said that the adulterer is the second son of the Zhou family."

"I'm going to catch someone cheating on Qianmen Street right now. Any brothers out there kind enough to lend me their car?"

"Damn it, I'm going to splatter Zhou's second son with blood!"

Li Jiuzhou and the others were stunned upon hearing this; it seemed they had never heard of this term in their entire lives…

I may have heard of it, but I've never participated in it, and my heart suddenly got excited.

"What, catching someone in the act of adultery?"

"I'll use mine."

"Ah-Hao, use mine."

"Ah-Hao, you can use my car, but I have a condition: you have to come along!"

A group of young people began to chatter indignantly.

Men are not afraid of hardship or fatigue; even if they suffer grievances or bullying outside, it's not a big deal.

But once you're cuckolded, it's a lifelong commitment, and you can't clear your name even if you jump into the Yellow River.

Almost all of them were married, so they were naturally furious to hear this, especially since Zhang Shih-hao was one of their own.

How can we allow our brothers in the compound to be cheated on?

In the end, Zhang Shih-hao still got into Sha-zhu's car.

Li Jiuzhou, standing at the very front, waved his hand as he looked at his brothers behind him:

"Brothers, whoever dares to cuckold one of our brothers, damn it, today we'll break Zhou's second son's third leg no matter what."

"Yeah, damn it, they've really gone too far, let's just fight them!"

A large group of young people headed straight for Qianmen Street.

Yi Zhonghai was furious. What a humiliating disgrace!

They've never experienced anything this frustrating since number 95.

They've stolen from their own yard! Judging from the angry looks on the faces of those young men, Zhou's second son will probably be able to leave with a whole corpse.

He said to Liu Haizhong beside him:

"Old Liu, with Jiuzhou there, the young man should be able to control the situation. Let's go to the factory and ask them for a morning off."

Liu Haizhong nodded: "Of course." He then added:

"Damn it, what kind of mess is this..."