Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After leaving Secretary Nie's office, Yang Ligong's anger vanished instantly, replaced by a broad smile.

Because Secretary Nie is a man who can take a joke, Yang Ligong now enjoys arguing with him.

Of course, if his subordinates dared to speak to him like that, Yang Ligong might think about how to kill them.

What level are you at, doing the same thing as me?

Do you understand the meaning of "only officials are allowed to set fires while ordinary people are forbidden to light lamps"?

That evening, in Mr. Wang's study, the three of them—grandfather, grandson, and son—gathered together to drink tea and talk.

"Dad, did you say you'd allocate a house to Zhiguo?" Yang Ligong asked.

When Wang Zhiguo saw his father bringing up the house, he perked up and listened attentively.

Old Wang thought for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"If everything goes according to the normal procedure, then Zhiguo really deserves this house."

"Our family has not abused its power for personal gain."

"But we, the grandfather, grandson, father, and son, are all working online, and it would be too much for each of us to handle."

"Therefore, to avoid giving others a reason to criticize, Zhiguo's house is no longer needed."

"You can just live with your dad."

After finishing his words, Old Wang looked at his grandson, wanting to hear his thoughts.

When Wang Zhiguo saw that his grandfather and father were both looking at him, he smiled indifferently.

"Grandpa, my dad's house is a two-story building with a small yard. The houses that section-level cadres live in are so much better. I'd be crazy not to live there."

"I am his son, it is only right that I live here, my dad should support me."

Old Wang was overjoyed upon hearing this:

"Hahaha, you're right, he should fucking support you!"

Yang Ligong pretended to be disgusted and grumbled, but in reality he still hoped his son would live with him.

After all, his wife had given him one son and two daughters.

The newly built two-story house is more than enough for their family to live in, and there's even room for more; it's very spacious.

Even after my son gets married, there will still be enough room for him to live in.

Yang Ligong made the final decision:

"Then it's settled. If Zhiguo gets married and has children and wants to move out, we can discuss that later."

Both Mr. Wang and Wang Zhiguo thought it was acceptable, since their family really didn't have any requirements regarding the house.

Old Wang's villa is more than enough for his whole family to live in.

Now that the factory is building dormitory buildings, Yang Ligong has no reason to give up.

Living in a cadre compound is nice, but when you're under someone's roof, it's impossible to speak loudly.

Yang Ligong has been living with his father for so long, it's time for him to go out and breathe some free air.

As for the son born to Yang Yulan, Yang Ligong himself was not sure if it was his son, so he decided to just let things be for the time being.

However, Yang Yulan's son is almost a year old, and Yang Ligong has never seen him. So he had an idea and decided to have Yang Yulan bring him to the factory to see him.

The next day, Yang Ligong told Yang Yulan about it, and she was as happy as a child.

"Old Yang, you've finally had a change of heart and want to see your son?"

Yang Ligong was speechless:

"Are you so sure he's my son? Fine, whatever, bring him to see me tomorrow."

Yang Yulan rolled her eyes at him:

"Tch, do you think you can tell whose son it is just by looking at him?"

"Just bring it."

Another day passed, and in the morning Yang Yulan brought her son to work.

A group of staff members found it quite unusual, as this was the first time Yang Yulan had brought her youngest son to the factory.

The factory does not prevent workers from bringing their children to the factory, because there is a special place for children to stay and someone to take care of them.

Of course, this only applies to children who can eat, walk, and play. If a child is still breastfeeding, sorry, you'll have to carry them yourself.

Yang Yulan chatted with her colleagues for a while, then took her son to the factory director's office.

When Yang Ligong saw Yang Yulan carrying a doll, his eyes lit up immediately. He quickly stepped forward and looked at the doll in her arms.

At a glance, Yang Ligong was certain that this was his son; the uncanny feeling of blood ties was undeniable.

Without Yang Yulan saying anything, Yang Ligong immediately took the child into his arms and was overjoyed with him.

Yang Yulan laughed when she saw this, saving herself the trouble of saying anything more. Old Yang could tell at a glance that she liked him, so why should she explain?

Besides, the son does look somewhat like Old Yang.

Yang Ligong was overjoyed and said to Yang Yulan:

"Yulan, let's change this child's surname to Yang from now on. Anyway, you have another son in your family."

Yang Yulan didn't want to refuse at all; having the surname Yang would be even better, as it would allow her to have a closer relationship with Yang Ligong.

"Then I'll change the child's surname to Yang when he's a bit older!"

"Good, good, good, that's great!" Yang Ligong held the child tightly, reluctant to let go.

Before leaving, Yang Ligong instructed Yang Yulan to bring the child over to visit often.

Although the relationship between the two was kept very secret, those who were interested had already found out.

Li Huaide knew, Yang Guangming knew, and even Wang Zhiguo was trying to find out, intentionally or unintentionally.

Today, Wang Zhiguo came to see the factory manager and happened to see Yang Yulan, who had brought her child to work.

This aroused Wang Zhiguo's suspicion, so he went to see his younger brother Yang Guangming.

Yang Guangming's heart skipped a beat at his cousin's question, and cold sweat broke out on his back. But he had to pretend to be calm. He couldn't say anything about this, not even to his cousin's face.

"Brother, my uncle is a very upright person. Why are you asking this? No, he's not that kind of person."

Although he said that, Yang Guangming's tone lacked any confidence.

This made the perceptive Wang Zhiguo even more suspicious, and his tone became even more serious:

"Hey bro, whose side are you on?"

Yang Guangming blurted out without thinking:

"Which side am I on? I'm definitely on my uncle's side, you don't trust Yang anyway..."

"You son of a bitch..." Wang Zhiguo pointed at Yang Guangming, speechless.

"Is your last name really that important?"

Yang Guangming shrugged:

"That's not that important. At least blood ties can't lie. I'm just wondering, why are you asking so many questions, bro?"

"Will knowing this benefit you? Or are you going to cause trouble for my uncle?"

"Should we let my aunt and uncle make a scene?"

"Will your family be able to live in peace like this?"

Wang Zhiguo's gaze sharpened upon hearing this:

"So, my dad and his secretary really have a problem?"

Yang Guangming shrugged:

"Check it yourself if there's a problem, just don't expect to get anything out of me."

Yang Guangming's words are quite clear: your father has a problem, but I won't say it so that your father won't blame me later.

Wang Zhiguo could understand Yang Guangming's actions; if his father fell from power, Yang Guangming himself would also suffer the consequences.

Pulling out a radish brings out mud; how many can escape unscathed? Even Wang Zhiguo himself might be implicated.

Seeing Wang Zhiguo deep in thought, Yang Guangming offered earnest advice:

"Brother, there are some things that you'd better pretend you don't know, even if you do. Otherwise, the consequences could be dire. I hope you'll think this through."

Wang Zhiguo glanced at him expressionlessly, then turned and left...

Yang Guangming sighed, turned and headed towards the factory director's office. He had to tell his third uncle that his business had taken off!