Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The factory has ten new households, and each household will only have one person assigned to work as a full-time worker.

Everyone else, including the elderly in their seventies and eighties, and even the youngest kids who could run and jump, had to do temporary work at the farm.

Wanting to lie around and get a free meal? That's impossible, and Li Jiuzhou won't allow it either.

There's no such thing as instant success. If you want a good life, you either need to use your wisdom or your physical strength.

You can only choose one of the two.

Fortunately, all ten households were very sensible and understood that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Some of the old ladies were almost ready to put up a memorial tablet for Li Jiuzhou in their homes.

After all, it was a life-saving grace. They had been fleeing all the way out. If they were sent back, what difference would it make?

The reason I ran away was because I couldn't survive. What do you mean by asking me to come back?

Yes, we ate our fill at the shelter and on the road, that's for sure, a full stomach makes for a better journey, damn it...

Li Jiuzhou asked them to stay, but he deliberately chose the ten families who had the worst and most difficult lives.

Li Jiuzhou had no other purpose; he was simply doing a good deed.

Those who have been through it all understand, so we should thank them.

Xiao Wan reported to him several times that the ten households wanted to thank him in person.

Li Jiuzhou refused to go see them. He didn't want to go because he knew they would definitely kowtow to him if he went. There was no need for that. He didn't want to do such empty formalities.

In the director's office of the No. 1 Steel Rolling Mill, Yang Ligong heard that Yi Zhonghai had been promoted to deputy section chief.

An idea popped into my head: I wanted to transfer Yi Zhonghai to the No. 1 Steel Rolling Mill.

After all, he's an eighth-level fitter, a treasure among treasures, and he even made a contribution.

Yang Ligong can demand the release of Yi Zhonghai, but he needs Yi Zhonghai's consent.

So he took some time to have his nephew, Yang Guangming, communicate with Yi Zhonghai.

Although Yang Guangming had three doubts, he still did as instructed and went directly to the office of the director of the first fitter workshop.

That's right, Yi Zhonghai now has his own office.

Director Yi Zhonghai, who has only recently taken office, is very energetic and is working hard to draw up blueprints.

He is indeed the workshop director, but he is also an eighth-level fitter in the factory, so he is very busy.

If you want to relax, smoke, and drink tea, you'll have to switch places with Xu Damao.

"Bang bang bang".

"Please come in..."

"Hey, Director Yi, busy right now~" Yang Guangming greeted him warmly.

"Oh, it's Section Chief Yang. Please have a seat. I'll make you some tea. You're such a busy person."

Yi Zhonghai also warmly received Yang Guangming, who was familiarizing himself with his position and welcomed all visiting leaders.

When you arrive, we offer you fine tea and cigarettes—this is Yi Zhonghai's way of hospitality.

This approach also makes people feel respected and think that Yi Zhonghai is a good person and worth befriending.

After drinking a cup of tea, Yang Guangming smiled and said:

"Director Yi, how's it going with your new position? Very busy, huh?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled modestly:

"To be honest, it's actually no different from the work I did before. The only advantage is that I have more say."

"I don't know if Section Chief Yang needs any help here, but I'll do my best to help him with anything I can."

Yang Guangming suppressed his smile and recounted how his third uncle wanted him to go to the First Steel Rolling Mill.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai frowned and fell into deep thought.

Yang Ligong wanted me to go to the First Steel Rolling Mill.

Why did you have to make the transfer now, of all times? I just got promoted and you're already asking for people back. Is that even fair?

Of course, he only thought these words to himself.

He finally spoke after a long silence:

"Section Chief Yang, this is too sudden. You know, I've been working in the factory for over twenty years."

"If nothing unexpected happens, I plan to work until I retire."

"And even if I went to the First Steel Rolling Mill, I'd be in an unfamiliar place. What could I do? Most importantly, what would I gain?"

Yi Zhonghai's first few sentences were all nonsense; the key point is in the last sentence: "What can I get in return?"

I can't just blindly follow you just because Yang Ligong says something.

When you were still the factory manager, I gave you plenty of favors.

As soon as you left, Jiuzhou took office, and I was promoted for my merits.

This really reflects the importance of leadership!

If he could, Yi Zhonghai would prefer to cling to Li Jiuzhou's coattails!

She's only 28!

Yi Zhonghai dared not think too much about what the future would hold for Li Jiuzhou, but it certainly wouldn't be bad.

Even an idiot knows that following a promising leader is the wisest choice.

Similarly, not everyone is qualified to work under such a leader.

Yang Guangming fell silent after hearing Yi Zhonghai's words.

He didn't expect Yi Zhonghai to negotiate terms, and to refuse so decisively.

You're not one of my third uncle's men, so why are you unhappy about being transferred there?

Similarly, his third uncle didn't offer any benefits, which made Yang Guangming feel resentful, thinking that Yi Zhonghai was somewhat ungrateful.

My third uncle has been transferred, but he's not dead. Does that mean we should just ignore him?

So I mumbled a couple of things and then took my leave.

That evening, I went to Yang Ligong's house and told him what Yi Zhonghai had said.

Yang Ligong leaned back on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, his eyes slightly narrowed, exuding the air of a big shot.

The smoke filled the room with a sense of oppression as it was exhaled.

Yes, there was an oppressive aura. After all, he was a high-ranking official at the department level, so he carried a certain amount of official authority.

This was enough for Yang Guangming; he was incredibly excited.

I admire and respect my third uncle, and I want to become someone like him!

Yang Ligong enjoyed his moment alone for a while before letting out a faint laugh:

"Hehe... I can understand why Yi Zhonghai doesn't want to come, after all, he's worked in the same factory for over twenty years."

"But that's not a reason for him to ask me for favors."

"What I want to give is what you get; what I don't want to give, you can't ask for, you ungrateful fool!"

Although Yang Ligong's tone was calm, he was clearly furious and very dissatisfied with Yi Zhonghai's attitude.

You can make excuses to refuse, but you can't ask me for anything in return.

Have you forgotten so quickly, Yi Zhonghai, how many days did you bow and scrape before me?

Yang Ligong decided to teach Yi Zhonghai a lesson. Did he really think that I would lose my influence after I was transferred?

Just kidding. Yang Ligong hasn't been wasting all these years at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. He does have some loyal and trusted confidants.

You think I can't handle a mere deputy section chief workshop director?

Sure enough, the very next day, two leaders in charge of production and safety went to inspect the work in the first fitter workshop.

The head of the production department is Wu Zhiwei, and the head of the safety department is Xie Hui.

Although production and safety are departments, the highest-ranking leader is a division chief, and these two are deputy division chiefs.

At first, Yi Zhonghai didn't feel there was any problem. The factory took production and safety very seriously and would conduct spot checks from time to time.

Yi Zhonghai warmly received them and accompanied them on a tour of the workshop.

During the incident, the two leaders lost their tempers over a minor issue.

The two leaders who came to inspect the area were all smiles at first, but their attitude changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

The sound of him reprimanding Yi Zhonghai could be heard throughout the entire workshop.

Yi Zhonghai was dumbfounded. Who am I? Where the hell am I?

Although the two leaders didn't give him any face and raised their voices, were they wrong?

That's right, the worker made a mistake, we won't scold him, but it's not wrong to scold you, the workshop foreman, right? It's your fault for not managing things well, brother...