Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After the two leaders left, the workers whispered among themselves.

Jia Dongxu stepped in to help his master out of the predicament:

"Alright, brothers, stop watching the show and let's get this done quickly so the boss won't give us any trouble."

"The director has already been criticized, it'll be our turn soon."

Upon hearing this, everyone quickly went about their own business.

"Old Zhou, what's wrong with you?" Jia Dongxu asked the worker who had been caught red-handed.

The middle-aged man, called Old Zhou, said aggrievedly:

"Dongxu..."

Jia Dongxu interrupted him, clearly annoyed:

"Your name is Dongxu, but you'll be addressed by your job title when you're working."

Old Zhou was a bit speechless. This little official was acting all high and mighty, but he didn't bother arguing with him.

"Oh, Team Leader Jia, it's just that I left my file on the ground. Last time, the leader who scolded me said I did a good job with safety measures, that I knew to put the file on the ground."

"But today he flew into a rage and yelled at me. Am I not wronged?"

"This..." Jia Dongxu was a little confused after hearing this, and looked at his master, Master Yi.

Yi Zhonghai smiled at the two of them:

"It's okay, just keep doing your work as usual, don't worry about it."

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai didn't hold him accountable, Lao Zhou immediately expressed his gratitude:

"Thank you, Director. I will definitely work hard."

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and then turned and went back to his office.

As intelligent as Yi Zhonghai was, he had already guessed that he was being targeted.

Anyone with a brain knows who did it.

Yi Zhonghai never expected that, "I just refused to be transferred to the First Steel Rolling Mill, why are you being so petty?"

People say that a prime minister's belly can hold a boat. Although you, Yang Ligong, are not as good as a prime minister, you are still a factory director at the level of a department director. How come your heart is as small as a sesame seed?

I'm speechless. I'm fucking speechless.

Yi Zhonghai decided to hold back for now and let Yang Ligong calm down first.

The result of tolerating this was that these two would come looking for trouble every day, and each time they would point their fingers at Yi Zhonghai and start cursing.

What authority does Yi Zhonghai have left in the workshop?

My head was practically trampled on.

He wanted to call for help and go to Li Jiuzhou to complain.

How can we say that Yang Ligong suppressed him?

Wouldn't that make us a laughing stock? Yang Ligong has already been transferred.

Besides, others may not know who Yi Zhonghai used to associate with, but surely Li Jiuzhou would know?

Should we say this to him:

"Jiuzhou, Yang Ligong is suppressing me!"

Do you think Li Jiuzhou will be confused, or will he believe it?

The older brother you used to follow suppressed you, it sounds like a joke to me.

But the truth is that Yang Ligong was the one messing with him!

Yi Zhonghai felt very aggrieved. "It would be very simple for you, Yang Ligong, to transfer me over. You could have just offered me some incentive."

You can't even be bothered to draw up a picture, you just give orders directly, how could I possibly be happy about that?

Circumstances are beyond our control, so we should just bear with it.

Five days later, Yang Guangming came to Yi Zhonghai's office again to see him.

Yi Zhonghai suppressed his anger and treated him to good cigarettes and tea.

Yang Guangming began by saying:

"Director Yi, things haven't been easy lately, have they? I'm asking you one last time, are you going to the First Steel Rolling Mill?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's heart turned cold, and his eyes, devoid of their usual kindness, were filled with a sharp glint. He spoke to Yang Guangming, word by word:

"Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than Yang Ligong's dog. What are you barking at me for?"

"What? Just because I followed Yang Ligong for a few days doesn't mean I have to risk my life for him! Ask him how much money he charged me!"

"Even if a deal falls through, we can still be friendly. Why force someone to do something they don't want to do? I'm sitting right here. Do you think I look any different from before?"

"If you're so capable, then force me to go there. Yang Ligong thinks he's so great? Let him transfer me there. I don't believe he can move me!"

Yi Zhonghai's words made Yang Guangming tremble with fear, his eyes wide with shock:

"Yi Zhonghai, how dare you call me a dog?"

"Tch, what are you if not a dog? You've come here for Yang Ligong several times already," Yi Zhonghai said disdainfully.

"Get out of here. I feel disgusted just looking at your father. You're just a lapdog. Your uncle isn't even at the factory anymore. What are you so smug about? You'll get messed with sooner or later."

"Fine, fine, Yi Zhonghai, you just wait." Yang Guangming slammed the door and left. It wasn't that he didn't want to beat Yi Zhonghai up.

My strength doesn't allow it. I'm skinny and frail, while Yi Zhonghai is so strong. He's been a fitter for twenty years. I might not be able to withstand a punch from him. I should go find my third uncle.

That evening, Yang Ligong was furious after learning Yi Zhonghai's explanation. Anyone who dared to offend his authority would be beaten!

The next day, a report was written and submitted, requesting that Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-grade fitter, be transferred to the No. 1 Steel Rolling Mill.

The Ministry of Metallurgical Industry reviewed the report but did not make a decision, leaving it to the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill to decide.

When the documents arrived at the factory, Li Jiuzhou happened to be inspecting the workshop.

He would inspect every factory and workshop, and promptly rectify any safety hazards or substandard conditions found.

His subordinates were all taking notes, and they would immediately implement rectification measures after the inspection.

Factory Director Li won't play games with you.

Li Jiuzhou's accumulated achievements for the factory have earned him far greater prestige than Yang Ligong's, and no one under him dares to deceive him.

He'll do whatever he wants, but tomorrow he'll be sidelined. Li Jiuzhou wants people who can get things done, not those who resort to deception.

There's no room for complacency; if you want to improve, you have to work like crazy.

If you tried your best but didn't do well, that's a matter of ability, I don't blame you.

If you don't even try and still can't do a good job, then you might as well not do it at all.

If you can still do a good job without putting in much effort, then it means you have some talent.

As long as you get the hang of it, progress is not difficult.

Li Jiuzhou inspected every department in the factory, praising some and scolding others.

Finally, he and his secretary, Xiao Wan, slowly walked to the breeding farm that he had built up from scratch.

Li Jiuzhou was quite pleased to pet the chickens and ducks and look at the pigs. He now understood why his superiors were happy to see these things.

I can totally relate.

Upon learning that the factory director had arrived, the ten families who had received relief immediately rushed over, bowed deeply, and murmured words of gratitude, wishing Director Li a long and healthy life.

Li Jiuzhou helped them up one by one and asked them if they were used to the divine life here.

An old man replied:

"Boss, you have to get used to it, having a place to stay is enough, not to mention that your son has a job and your kids are in school."

"This is an immense kindness; we don't know how to thank you enough."

Li Jiuzhou waved his hand and laughed:

"Hehe, no need for thanks. Doing a good job here and raising chickens, ducks and pigs well is the greatest thanks you can give me."

The old man continued:

"Sir, when I was young, the village fortune teller gave me a reading."

"He said I'd end up a latrine cleaner, and guess what happened?"

Li Jiuzhou became interested:

"So, you predicted it?"

The old man didn't directly answer whether it was accurate or not; instead, he smiled.

"As a result, I've farmed the land my whole life, but I've never emptied manure. I'm 57 years old now."

Li Jiuzhou asked in confusion:

"So this gentleman is a fraud?"

The old man shook his head, then gritted his teeth and said:

"No, that's fucking accurate. My current task as an old man is cleaning up pig manure, fucking!"

"Hahahaha..." Li Jiuzhou laughed uncontrollably. He could see clearly that the old man wasn't lying; it was true. But he just couldn't help laughing.