Chapter 727: The First Share Reduction 1

Chapter 727: The First Share Reduction 1

If Yan Bugui was only greedy for a little bit of profit from his neighbors, everyone would be too embarrassed to turn against him due to various concerns. However, when this guy saw that He Daqing arranged a job for his son in the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, he immediately became obsessed with asking He Daqing to arrange a job for his eldest son as well.

You are just ordinary neighbors to each other. In order to take advantage of He Daqing, you, Yan Bugui, have offended him a lot. Now you are asking He Daqing to arrange a job for his son. Li Botao also came out from home to watch the fun after hearing Yan Bugui's request. After hearing Yan Bugui's request, Li Botao almost laughed out loud on the spot.

Not to mention that a formal job outside nowadays would cost at least five or six hundred yuan. Even if He Daqing arranged a job for his son in the cafeteria, he would probably owe a lot of favors. Li Botao didn't think that He Daqing bought his job with money. With He Daqing's cooking skills, he must be familiar with many leaders of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. It would be no problem for him to ask for a temporary job. Of course, in this way, He Daqing would owe others a favor.

He Yuzhu was able to become a regular employee in the steel mill canteen on the spot after tasting the food. That was because the logistics director Li Huaide did that for Lin Yu's sake. It would not be enough to rely on He Daqing alone. Under normal circumstances, He Yuzhu would have to work in the steel mill canteen for at least a year or two before he could hope to become a regular employee.

After being rejected by He Daqing, Yan Bugui made a series of stupid moves. He wanted to convene a general meeting of all the courtyards, trying to force He Daqing to find jobs for the young people of working age in Courtyard No. 95. Not to mention that He Daqing was only the deputy director of the canteen of the Red Star Steel Mill, even if he was the director of the steel mill, he would not dare to openly agree to such a request.

As a result, Yan Bugui was the second person after Liu Haizhong to be sent to prison. If he had been law-abiding and honest, Secretary Lin probably would not have bothered with him. But Yan Bugui chose to commit suicide and his true colors were exposed immediately. No one expected that this guy was the son of Yan Wenzhai, the owner of the South City Textile Factory, who was known as the living King of Hell. He deliberately concealed his identity as a descendant of a reactionary capitalist, deceived the organization, and tampered with his background. As a result, his house was confiscated and he was imprisoned. His wife and children were also moved out of the No. 95 courtyard as members of the "five black categories".

In Li Botao's subconscious mind, after Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui were arrested and the former manager Yi Zhonghai was disgraced and dismissed from his position as manager, the atmosphere in Courtyard No. 95 should have changed. Unfortunately, he still overestimated the nature of these residents.

After the subdistrict office called on the unemployed young and middle-aged people in the courtyards to sign up for dlgt voluntary labor, He Daqing specifically reminded them at the general meeting of the No. 95 courtyard that young people who participated in collective labor and performed well would be able to get the opportunity to arrange jobs in advance.

Given He Daqing's relationship with Secretary Lin, it is obvious that he got the news in advance from Secretary Lin's mother, Secretary Zhou of the Jiaodaokou Street Office. Logically, the young people in the No. 95 courtyard who went to the street to participate in collective labor had received this news in advance, so they should have worked hard to perform well and strive for the opportunity to be arranged with jobs in advance?

Unfortunately, the result made Li Botao dumbfounded. In the list of 20 outstanding personnel announced by the Jiaodaokou Street Office, there was not a single young man from Courtyard No. 95. You know, due to He Daqing's reminder, almost all the young people in the courtyard who did not have formal jobs went to the Street Office to register early, and there were at least six or seven people.

Li Botao almost laughed out of anger. What a rare opportunity! As long as the young people who participated in the collective labor persevered for a month, they would have the hope of getting a formal job. Not to mention that having a formal job could be regarded as an opportunity to change one's life. Even if one wanted to buy a formal job, it would cost at least five or six hundred yuan. In a large factory like the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, a good job would cost at least a thousand yuan.

Anyone with a common sense would have thought about this. He Daqing was only the director of the canteen of the training base of the Security Department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. If he did not have accurate information, how could he make such a public announcement at the whole courtyard meeting?

What made Li Botao even more speechless was that the six or seven residents of the courtyard houses did not blame their own children for not working hard. Instead, they thought of the good relationship between He Daqing and the family of Secretary Zhou of the street office, so they set their sights on He Daqing. A group of people found He Daqing and wanted him to get a job from the street office for the young people in the courtyard houses who did not have formal jobs.

I really don't know what these people are thinking about? Such absurd demands can be raised openly in the courtyard.

You should know that even when the street office receives recruitment quotas from nearby factories, according to policy regulations, it must first take care of the families of military martyrs, and then the families in difficulty on the street. The so-called families in difficulty refer to families whose per capita income is lower than the minimum standard of five yuan per person per month in Beijing.

Of course, in this society where personal connections are important, even the nearby factories will give a few extra flexible quotas in their work targets for the street offices, which are used to handle various relationships.

As the main leader of the street office, even if there are a few flexible quotas, he generally will not take them all for himself. There must be people in his unit who need jobs, and he also has to take care of some relationships that he cannot refuse.

Therefore, the families in Courtyard No. 95 did not even know this most basic information and they just asked He Daqing to ask Secretary Zhou of the Street Office to solve the jobs of six or seven people. This was simply a daydream.

What puzzled Li Botao the most was, don't these people have a long memory? Wasn't it because Yan Bugui wanted to force He Daqing to get a job that caused his trouble?

Perhaps in the eyes of these people, there is no problem with their family background and they can be considered to be from a poor family with a good family background. However, they do not think that if they really offend He Daqing, as long as he says a few words in front of the leaders of these people, they will probably be dreaming if they want to live a good life in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill in the future.

Although it is not easy for leaders to fire a formal worker nowadays, it is still easy to make things difficult for an ordinary worker.

At today's meeting of the whole courtyard, the new steward, Master Xu Fugui, obviously wanted to divert the trouble and take advantage of the decline in the grain supply to put He Daqing on the spot. There are nearly twenty households in the courtyard, how could He Daqing help them? However, if He Daqing stood aside and watched, it would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the majority of residents in the courtyard.

After all, the decline in food supply share is related to the vital interests of every household. At this time, these residents are probably in panic. With Xu Fugui's proposal, these people are definitely like drowning people who suddenly grabbed a life-saving straw. They will definitely stare at He Daqing. These people have all experienced the days of hunger before liberation, and they all know the uncomfortable feeling of being hungry.

Li Botao and Fang Dahu had been reminded by He Daqing before, and they believed in He Daqing's words without a doubt. After all, they now had the opportunity to contact powerful leaders, so it was normal for them to know all kinds of information in advance.

They had already begun secretly collecting various types of food that were easy to store for a long time, and they did not even tell their relatives and friends, otherwise once the news spread, the consequences would be disastrous.

Tonight, Director Wang from the neighborhood committee confirmed that the grain supply share will be reduced by 10%. Based on Li Botao's experience, the actual situation is probably even more serious. If the supply share was only reduced by 10%, Director Wang would not be so nervous.

At this moment, Li Botao was extremely grateful to He Daqing for revealing the news to him and Fang Dahu in advance. Therefore, when he heard that the manager Xu Fugui was trying to shift the blame, he immediately spoke out to sabotage him.

In fact, Li Botao knew very well that when he helped He Daqing now, he was also helping himself. Judging from the nature of the people in Courtyard No. 95, if they could force He Daqing to help solve the food supply problem today, wouldn't they force himself to help solve the pork supply problem in the future?

While Li Botao was thinking about this, the residents in Courtyard No. 95 also reacted, especially those with quick minds, who immediately realized Xu Fugui's sinister intentions. To be honest, if He Daqing could really help everyone solve the dilemma that would be caused by the decrease in food supply share, they would still be willing to see it happen. However, what He Daqing said was absolutely right. To put it bluntly, he was just a cook with good cooking skills. How could He Daqing possibly solve such a major event stipulated by the government?

However, at this time, many people couldn't help but think of a saying, that is, a cook will never starve to death in a year of famine.

He Daqing and his father are both cooks. Now there are only the deaf old lady and Xiao Yushui in the family. Even if the food supply quota decreases, the impact on the He family will probably be minimal.

Thinking of this, some people were looking at He Daqing, who was sitting calmly in front of his house, with envious and jealous eyes. However, some smart people were already thinking that they could not be foolish enough to offend the He father and son at this time. Maybe in the future when food was tight at home, they would have to ask others to borrow some food to survive. After all, He Daqing and his son ate in the company cafeteria at noon, so their family would definitely have a surplus of food supply.

At this point, someone spoke up loudly, "Director He is right. Now that you three have become the stewards of our No. 95 Courtyard, you should take the initiative to assume the corresponding responsibilities. Uncle, you three stewards must not let down your guard at this time."

Many people nearby also echoed the voice, and for a while the courtyard of the quadrangle was in chaos.

Seeing all the noise in front of him, Xu Fugui couldn't help but feel disappointed. He didn't expect that when Yi Zhonghai was the steward, the residents of the courtyard who could be easily manipulated by him with applause, now no one attacked He Daqing. Instead, from their messy conversations, it seemed that they were more demanding that the three stewards be responsible.

Xu Fugui narrowed his eyes slightly. If he really had any good ideas, wouldn't this be the time to improve his reputation? Now he had realized the problem, which was that he did not have the same prestige as Yi Zhonghai in the No. 95 courtyard.

Regardless of his identity as a senior fitter at the Red Star Steel Mill, or the image that Yi Zhonghai had deliberately created for a long time in Courtyard No. 95, Xu Fugui had to admit that at that time, when He Daqing, the deputy director of the canteen of the Red Star Steel Mill, rarely participated in the affairs of the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai was truly the leading figure in Courtyard No. 95.

Xu Fugui has now realized his shortcomings. In the past, apart from the fact that he had to go out to show movies frequently due to work, he was not at home half of the time every week. The most important reason was that he looked down on most of the people in Courtyard No. 95 from the bottom of his heart. After all, the only people he had come into contact with were some factory leaders and cadres of all sizes from the commune below. As for the three managers in Courtyard No. 95, how could they possibly catch his eye?

At this time, Yue Xiangqian approached Xu Fugui and whispered, "Old Xu, what's the point of making such a commotion? Why don't we adjourn the meeting first and let the three of us in charge discuss it carefully. What do you think?"

Xu Fugui glanced at Hao Aiguo next to him. Hao Aiguo frowned and did not speak, but just nodded slightly.

So Xu Fugui stood up, knocked the enamel cup in his hand on the wooden table twice, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, please be quiet. Just arguing like this will not solve the problem. Everyone should go back and think about it carefully. The three of us managers should also think about it carefully. We will hold a meeting in two days. Okay, let's adjourn now."

After hearing Xu Fugui's announcement of the adjournment of the meeting, the residents present began to walk back to their homes one after another, but many of them had gloomy faces.

He Daqing smiled and said to Li Botao who was not far away: "Old Li, call Lao Fang, and the three of us brothers will go to my house for a drink, how about it?"

Li Botao and Fang Dahu looked at each other, smiled and nodded in agreement. It was obvious that He Daqing had something to say to them.

Seeing He Daqing and the other two walking into the main house in the middle courtyard chatting and laughing, Xu Fugui squinted his eyes and said, "Old Yue, Old Hao, let's go to my house and sit for a while to discuss today's affairs."

Of course Hao Aiguo and Yue Xiangqian would not refuse Xu Fugui's invitation, and the three of them stood up and walked towards the backyard.