Siheyuan, don't yell at me

Director Yang hadn't even sat down when he heard He Daqing say this. He felt so numb.

We promised it yesterday, but the smell has only just dissipated for a day.

Suddenly changing your mind, aren't you making a fool of me?

Secretary Chen's defense was broken and he started cursing.

"He Daqing, what on earth do you want to do?

You are just a small security chief, but you have occupied two factory buildings.

He even dared to brew wine privately, affecting the factory's production tasks.

You think no one can control you, right?

I must continue to report this matter. Even if the minister doesn't care, I will continue to report it.

I just don’t believe it. There is no place to reason in this entire city.

I'm so mad. I'm so mad.

Lao Yang, let's go. Tomorrow you and I will go to the Ministry to discuss the matter."

"Click~" a sound.

He Daqing lit a cigarette for himself with a kerosene lighter and took a slow puff.

I watched Secretary Chen and Director Yang both leave the room.

Before they had finished smoking a cigarette, Secretary Chen and Director Yang both ran back.

Director Yang hurriedly closed the door, looked at He Daqing, and said in a low voice:

"He Daqing, what do you mean?

What's up with the two sewing machines in my room and Lao Chen's room? "

Before He Daqing could speak, Secretary Chen spoke first and said loudly:

"He Daqing, what are you thinking?

Trying to bribe me with a sewing machine?

I’m telling you, there’s no way. I won’t fall for it.

Lao Yang, I also advise you to put away those little thoughts.

If you want to go along with He Daqing, don't blame me for being ruthless.

Tomorrow I will go to your Director Wu, bringing your sewing machine with me, and see if he will give me an explanation..."

He Daqing clenched his fists so hard that they made a clattering sound. Damn it, Old Chen is such a bastard, he is so disrespectful to me.

Okay, okay, you don’t know how to appreciate it, do you?

It's a rare opportunity for me, He Daqing, to give you face. If you want to fight with me, I will accompany you to the end.

He Daqing slapped the table, interrupting the chattering Old Chen.

"Chen Lao Er, stop yelling.

I asked where the sewing machine I bought was, and it turned out that the delivery person delivered it to your house.

Want some face?

Are you, Chen Laoer, worthy of being bribed by me, He Daqing?

Don't be so sentimental, I will bring the sewing machine back right now."

Secretary Chen was so stunned by He Daqing's scolding.

This was the first time he was called Chen Laoer since he became the secretary.

Was it you, the damn He Daqing, who called him Chen Lao Er?

My dad doesn’t dare to call me that now, how dare you?

Even after He Daqing left the room, Secretary Chen still stood there in a daze, his head buzzing.

He Daqing knocked on Secretary Chen’s door and smiled apologetically at Secretary Chen’s wife.

"Sister-in-law, your old man Chen scolded me and said he would report me to his superiors.

I'll take the sewing machine back first. I can't afford to offend Mr. Chen. My kindness has gone unappreciated. Alas~"

Secretary Chen's daughter-in-law, with eyes full of reluctance, reached out her hand to try to keep him.

He Daqing didn't care about that and didn't listen to what Secretary Chen's wife said. He picked up the sewing machine and left.

Damn it, Chen Laoer, I gave you a gift, but you dared to lose face for me, He Daqing. Just wait for me, you will have to bear the consequences.

After returning home with the sewing machine, Secretary Chen actually stayed in his house.

He Daqing pointed outside the door and said to Secretary Chen with a stern face:

"Chen Lao Er, why are you still staying at my house?

Are you tempted to do something bad because your grandpa's wife is pretty?

I’m warning you, put away your dirty thoughts, or I’ll beat the shit out of you.

Why don't you get out of here?"

Secretary Chen clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could punch He Daqing in the ugly face.

It's so infuriating, it's outrageous.

What a rotten person he is, even more despicable than the scoundrels in the world.

"He Daqing, you, you are shameless..."

"Hey~

You are right, I am shameless and despicable, so what?

Call the police to arrest me, ask the security department to beat me up~

Haha, I almost forgot, I am the official, I am the law!

Not convinced? Do you dare to challenge me?

I'll give you two hands.

Humph, useless, are you still a man? You don’t even dare to fight...”

Secretary Chen was so angry that he was shaking all over. He endured He Daqing's scolding and walked out the door tremblingly.

He Daqing was not satisfied with his scolding, so he ran out of the door and scolded Secretary Chen.

"Chen Lao Er, why are you running?

Did I do something wrong? Did I feel guilty?

Villain, villain, you are a villain. All you do is report tidbits to the leader every day.

Lao Yang, please don't stop me. I want to teach Chen Lao Er, who doesn't know what's good for him, a lesson..."

With the obstruction of Director Yang, He Daqing finally did not chase Secretary Chen into his room to curse him.

"Lao Yang, I'm just giving you a favor, otherwise I would have scolded Chen Lao Er all night long.

Come on, let’s go to my room and have some tea.

You won't go to the leader with Lao Chen tomorrow and report me, right? "

Director Yang shook his head like a rattle and quickly said no.

"You don't know me, Old Yang? I'm not that kind of person.

This time you have really offended Secretary Chen.

I guess he will go to the minister tomorrow to complain about you."

He Daqing waved his hand indifferently.

"There are so many people who have filed complaints against me, and Chen Lao Er is no different.

Lao Yang, I will have someone send two big fat pigs to the factory tomorrow to give the workers some meat, so that they can support my winemaking work."

Director Yang sighed.

"Lao He, do you really have to brew that wine?

Can't you just guard your little piece of land in the security department?"

He Daqing threw a cigarette to Lao Yang and lit one for himself.

"Director Yang, do you think I'm playing house?

I sold nearly three hundred bottles of wine yesterday, at five rubles a bottle.

The cost was just over 100 rubles, but it was sold for more than 1,400 rubles.

Do you know what this concept is?"

Director Yang took a deep breath.

"This is so profitable?"

"if not?

Do you think I, He Daqing, am full and just joking?

Don’t think that the Russians have been supporting China’s construction and providing us with loans.

Nothing is free, everything has to be paid for.

If the Russians come to ask for payment, what will we use to pay them back?

Should we give up our land to repay the debt? Or should we take it out of the people's pockets? That will only make them starve to death.

I use one pound of grain to make wine, and after selling it to the Russians, I can save at least ten pounds of grain for us ordinary people.

So, for this matter, I need your support, Old Yang.

At least, please help me stabilize the workers in the factory.

I originally wanted to achieve more results, win a big victory, and then report to my leaders.

It seems that it is not going to work now. I will report to the leaders tomorrow.

By the way, my room is too small, so I’ll put the sewing machine in your room for now and lend it to you for a few years…”