Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

If even a deputy section chief like Xu Damao has 30 job openings, then the number of openings for leaders at the section chief level and above would only be more.

This is a perk, a perk that's both blatant and subtle.

Yi Zhonghai has 15 openings, after all, he is an eighth-grade fitter, an advanced worker who works as a substitute for a manager, and also the deputy director of the workshop.

Yi Zhonghai earned the 15 job openings through his own abilities, which surprised and delighted him!

He really didn't expect that!

It's so easy, relaxed, and enjoyable to get a job that you can't get anywhere else!

Therefore, while the working class is good, it's still not as good as being a leader.

What surprised Yi Zhonghai even more was that Yang Ligong actually allocated ten workstations for him.

At that moment, Yi Zhonghai was so excited that he almost kowtowed to Yang Ligong.

My 3000 yuan and two large yellow croakers weren't wasted. This time, I not only broke even, but I can also make a killing.

Yi Zhonghai dared not say, dared not say to anyone, dared not reveal a single word.

But he always had a smile on his face, and anyone who saw it knew that something good was going to happen to Yi Zhonghai.

After finishing his work that day, Yi Zhonghai went to rest outside the workshop, and Liu Haizhong came to find him.

The two went outside to smoke and chat.

Liu Haizhong joked:

"Old Yi, you've been living a good life lately, always smiling."

Yi Zhonghai raised an eyebrow, a smile on his face, and asked Liu Haizhong in return:

"Hehe, Lao Liu, am I the only one getting good things? Don't you get any?"

The smile on Liu Haizhong's face was almost overflowing; he was extremely smug.

"Hahaha, same here, Lao Yi. To tell you the truth, I have 18 openings. Originally there were 15, but the boss gave me three more. Hahahaha!"

"By the way, how many openings are there for you as the deputy director of the fitter's workshop?"

Yi Zhonghai sneered inwardly, "So you've come here to show off, huh? But you're probably going to be disappointed."

He didn't intend to hide anything from Liu Haizhong, nor was there any point in hiding it.

"Old Liu, I'm not very capable, but I have 25 openings."

Liu Haizhong's face was full of disbelief after hearing this:

"No, why do you have 25 workstations?"

"Seeing how diligently I work, Director Yang allocated ten more slots for me!" Yi Zhonghai said calmly.

Liu Haizhong spat on the ground:

"Pah! I don't believe you for a second! Confess honestly, how much money did you give?"

"Sigh... to be honest, it's three thousand yuan plus two large yellow croakers..." Yi Zhonghai sighed and said quietly with his head down.

Liu Haizhong pointed at Yi Zhonghai, unsure how to respond:

"Old Yi...you're really generous..."

Yi Zhonghai shrugged:

"Old Liu, I have no choice. We're all getting old, how can we compete with young people? We can only resort to other means."

"I'm at least an eighth-grade fitter, so I have a bit of an advantage in terms of status. But you, Lao Liu, are only a seventh-grade fitter, which is quite a bit lacking. There are plenty of places where you can spend money to bribe your way out."

Liu Haizhong fell silent. He knew all too well that to improve, you had to spend money; how could you possibly improve on your own?

He's already this old, and Old Yi is absolutely right.

Liu Haizhong seemed to have thought of something:

"Old Yi, are you going to use your spot to help a relative this time?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai felt a surge of nameless anger and blurted out without thinking:

"Old Liu, you've seen the true colors of my relatives, why the hell would I help them!"

"At most, I'll help my apprentice's wife set up a workstation."

Liu Haizhong nodded repeatedly, then smiled.

"Well, we're both in the same boat, so I don't plan to help my relatives. I'll just handle it myself."

"But Lao Yi, don't make a fuss, don't shoot, sneak into the village quietly. I don't plan to tell anyone about this, not even my wife."

Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and patted Liu Haizhong on the shoulder:

"That's right, as long as you know it yourself, that's enough."

"However, there are quite a few leaders in the institute: Jiuzhou, Shazhu, and Xu Damao."

"They also have available spots."

A look of having planned this all along was visible through his bangs:

"Hehe, Lao Yi, you're overthinking it. He was so low-key about the expansion of Jiuzhou last time that neither you nor I knew he had any workstations."

"They won't expose themselves. Besides, Xu Damao is smarter than anyone else. He won't say a word. Everyone wants to make a fortune in secret."

"Say it out loud, and you'll be an idiot, and you'll offend a lot of people."

"Now that we've stepped onto the stage, it's time for us to realize our ambitions."

With his bangs brimming with heroic spirit, Yi Zhonghai was also ignited.

Back in the courtyard, those who had workstations kept a low profile, not letting a word out.

After taking Li Jiuzhou's advice, Xu Damao went to see his father.

See if there are any suitable or close relatives you can lend a hand to.

After all, returning home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night!

Xu Damao is already a deputy section chief; he certainly has the ability to do it.

Previously, some relatives had come to visit Xu Fugui, but he turned them away.

My son has only recently made progress, and I can't let my relatives ruin his future.

I can help, but it's not the right time yet.

Now the opportunity has come! His son has 30 spots, and Xu Fugui was almost overjoyed!

I even wanted to give my son a big kiss. He's so damn successful, he's such a source of pride!

"Da Mao, we do have a few relatives like that. Your second, third, fourth, and fifth uncles are so poor they're practically urinating blood!"

"If you can help, please do so. We're all close relatives; one spot per family is enough."

Xu Fugui was the eldest son in his family and lived the best life. Although he was cunning and treacherous, he had helped his younger brothers a lot over the years.

Xu Damao nodded. His relatives were all honest people, and they really deserved a helping hand.

"Dad, you can arrange who takes the workstation. It would be best if they were reliable. I don't need them to be of any help to me, just don't cause me any trouble."

Xu Fugui revealed a confident smile:

"Don't worry, Dad knows what he's doing. I'll make sure those people won't cause you any trouble."

"Son, you've really made something of yourself! You've made your dad so proud!"

It was rare for Xu Damao to be praised by his own father, and he blushed for the first time ever, as he had been beaten quite a bit in the past.

"Dad, your peers Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong have both made progress. Don't you have any thoughts about that?"

Xu Fugui was silent for a few seconds upon hearing this, a look of jealousy appearing on his face, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a smug smile:

"Da Mao, I can't compare to those two as your dad, but my son is awesome!"

"And you not only surpassed them, but also their son."

"Let's not talk about what will happen to Lao Liu's son, Liu Guangqi, in the future. Even if he enters officialdom, it will be a long time before he reaches your level."

"Do you think you can just stand still?"

"Let's talk about Yi Zhonghai. He doesn't have a son, so let's just consider Jia Dongxu as half a son."

"But Jia Dongxu doesn't seem to have a single bit of ambition."

"When it comes to sons, I, Xu Fugui, am miles ahead of them!"

Xu Damao completely agreed with his father's words; there was no exaggeration or exaggeration involved, just the truth.

If Xu Fugui appeared in front of Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, neither of them would dare to raise their noses too high.

How do we compare them?

Other people's sons are more capable than me, I'm ashamed to even mention it.