Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The expansion of major factories in Beiping was in full swing.

We are expanding the facility while simultaneously recruiting and training staff; we are doing both things at the same time.

This will at least solve the employment problem for hundreds of thousands of people in Beijing.

Don't forget, the factory needs many construction workers to expand.

Whether they are permanent employees or temporary workers, these people can work for a year or two without any problem.

Sha Zhu also faced the problem he least wanted to confront: supplementing his cultural knowledge.

That's right, he was forced to attend night school.

Others may yearn for it but cannot obtain it, but he would rather memorize the recipe until he dies than go.

Li Jiuzhou only said one sentence and he obediently went.

The original words are as follows:

"Without a strong culture, progress is difficult. Just wait, Da Mao will give you instructions sooner or later!"

With just that one sentence, Sha Zhu went off to study obediently.

Because Sha Zhu thought to himself, even if he could be instructed by everyone else, he absolutely could not be instructed by Xu Damao, otherwise he would have no taste in life.

Meanwhile, Xu Damao has already recruited 15 film apprentices.

Of course, he didn't recruit him; his boss had already finished the work for him.

His task was to get them out of there as quickly as possible so they could show movies independently.

To be fair, the people introduced by the leaders are different; they're all dressed in Zhongshan suits, looking very respectable, and their education level is all at least high school.

This pleased Xu Damao greatly.

After three days of basic investigation, Xu Damao had a clear understanding of the situation and planned to talk to them.

Because it was necessary to talk about it, some people had already become quite rude to Xu Damao, taking advantage of their relatives being leaders.

How can this be allowed?

The projectionists' storage room is newly built and quite large, housing 16 people, including Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, what's up? We're busy identifying the machines." The young man who spoke was a relative of the deputy factory manager.

The words he said were too arrogant. At first, Xu Damao thought he would change in a few days, so he didn't care. But you're really serious with me?

Then I, Xu Damao, need not stand on ceremony.

He slammed his fist on the table on the makeshift podium:

"Bang! You all better stand still, you idiots!"

"Look at all of you. We brought you here to learn, not to slack off and have a vacation."

"Also, is that what you call him, Da Mao?"

"From now on, address me by my job title at work. Damn it, do you think I'm a pushover just because I'm not showing my true colors?!"

He then pointed to the young man who had just called his name:

"I'm talking about you, Dewey. The deputy factory manager is your relative, right? You're secretly happy that I can promote a relative you who's not even related to me, and you still dare to bare your teeth at me."

"Get your facts straight, know your place! You bunch of nobodys trying to pull any tricks on me? If you don't want to work here, get the hell out of here!"

The air froze, and no one dared to speak. The young man named Du Wei was filled with shame and indignation, because what Xu Damao said was true. He and the deputy factory director were not close, but they were related by blood.

Otherwise, even if his parents were to risk their reputation, he still wouldn't have a job.

"Bang! You fucking talk, you son of a bitch!" Xu Damao yelled at the crowd.

"Alright, since you won't tell me, then listen carefully to what I have to say."

"You people are all related to the leaders, and you'll all be my apprentices from now on. If you make me unhappy, none of you will be happy either."

"It would be easy for me to deal with you all. If you're not happy about it, you can come and give me orders when you're in a higher position than me!"

At this point, Xu Damao's voice suddenly grew louder:

"I just want to ask one question: can I give you some instructions?"

"Yes..." came a few scattered responses from below.

"Didn't you eat? Speak louder, can I give you some instructions?!"

"Yes!" The voice was so loud it could penetrate the roof!

Xu Damao finally revealed a satisfied smile. "Damn it, I can't handle you guys?"

After dealing with the troublemaker, Xu Damao remembered something else.

That was something Li Jiuzhou had mentioned a couple of days ago when he treated Li Jiuzhou and Shazhu to dinner.

Tell him he can visit Secretary Nie when he has some free time and give a report on his work, since you were promoted by him.

Xu Damao was a little confused after hearing this, but he still asked:

"Brother Zhou, I'm just a section chief. I can hardly even get an audience with Secretary Nie. Where am I supposed to report to?"

Li Jiuzhou looked at him with a disappointed expression:

"Are you stupid? Who told you to actually report on your work? You need to let Secretary Nie know that you exist."

"Whether you go or not is one thing, whether Secretary Nie will see you or not is another. How do you know it won't work if you don't even try?"

"Also, don't go empty-handed, but don't bring expensive gifts either. A little tobacco, alcohol, or tea will suffice to express your good wishes."

Xu Damao thought it made a lot of sense and downed three cups in a row.

These past two days he's been preparing to give something to Secretary Nie, so he went to find Da Hu.

Let him handle two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and two bottles of good wine.

But he was ultimately blocked at the last minute when he tried to meet Secretary Nie; he couldn't get an audience because his position was too low.

Forcing a meeting would be fine, but that would make things serious. You wouldn't be able to work at the factory anymore. You could go back to your hometown and see if you still have land, and then go back to farming.

Left with no other choice, Xu Damao once again turned to Li Jiuzhou for help, bringing him two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes.

In the office, Xu Damao complained to Li Jiuzhou with great helplessness:

"Brother Zhou, please help me get in touch with them. I'm really out of ideas."

Li Jiuzhou was completely bewildered:

"That doesn't make sense. Is Secretary Nie really that hard to see?"

Seeing Li Jiuzhou's somewhat puzzled expression, Xu Damao felt a pang of envy:

"Brother, how can I compare to you? Anyway, I can't see you. I don't even dare to submit an application report, for fear that my superiors will mistakenly think that I am suing him by bypassing their authority."

Li Jiuzhou then realized that Xu Damao's position was indeed not qualified to meet with a high-ranking official at the vice-ministerial level.

Even without Secretary Nie giving the order, the secretary would have kept him outside, not to mention the group of people from the General Office waiting outside.

The idea came from him, and Li Jiuzhou felt it was no problem to lend a hand, so he said:

"Da Mao, wait a moment, let me make a call and ask."

Xu Damao immediately showed excitement:

"Brother, then I'll leave it to you."

Li Jiuzhou nodded, picked up the phone on the table, and pressed a few buttons:

"Hey, connect me to the Party Secretary's office!"

Soon, Secretary Nie's cheerful laughter came through the phone:

"Haha, Jiuzhou, what brings you here? Is it business or personal?"

Li Jiuzhou laughed:

"Haha, Secretary, I have a personal matter to discuss. I have a young colleague here who would like to report to you on his work."

"A big shot is a big shot indeed. Meeting you is harder than climbing to heaven, given your busy schedule."

"I've been to your place several times but haven't seen a single hair, so I've come to you for help."

"But Secretary, please don't misunderstand. You know this person. You two even worked together before. His character is absolutely impeccable. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered you."

Secretary Nie on the other end of the phone was somewhat surprised. He had fought alongside me before, wasn't he a comrade-in-arms? He had to meet him.

Then Secretary Nie spoke:

"I'm free right now, why don't you let this young man come over here?"

"Okay, I'll have him come over and report to you in a bit. I'll hang up now."

"Click." After hanging up the phone, Li Jiuzhou looked at Xu Damao with a smile:

"Da Mao, what are you waiting for? Hurry up, run forward!"

Xu Damao excitedly saluted Li Jiuzhou:

"yes!"