The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

During the summer vacation, Ruyi stayed at Darong's mother's house to keep her company. Darong's father liked to raise autumn insects, so he would go to Dongcheng Province to buy autumn insects every year at this time. Ruyi always took on the task of keeping Darong's mother company.

It was already past midnight when Darong and Zhong Yunxing got home. When Darong came out of the shower, Zhong Yunxing had already turned on the air conditioner in the room to a comfortable and cool temperature.

"Since you've already fallen out, don't be upset. If she dares to provoke you again, just go ahead and punish her. At most, she'll just quit."

Darong was not a cowardly person to begin with, and with Zhong Yunxing's support, she became even more resolute.

When she went to work the next day, Darong seemed a lot more relaxed than before.

"Yuan Furong, this is your production target for today." When Er Guizi saw Darong entering the workshop, he directly picked up a target card and threw it on her desk.

Darong looked at the indicator card that had been flipped twice and gently pushed it away: "It can't be finished."

"If you can't finish the work, it's easy. Just go to the personnel office and resign." The second devil snorted and laughed, looking at Darong with great contempt and answered.

"No." Darong didn't even look up at her. She just sat in her seat, casually holding the indicator card and spinning around on the table.

"Not going? Do you think this is your family's business?"

"It's not my business, nor is it opened by a traitor like you. I'll take the same amount as others. I won't accept your unauthorized increase. If you want to open it, let the section chief come to me. Your words don't count."

Darong said in a gentle voice, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Who are you scolding?"

"I'm scolding you, can't you hear it?" Darong stood up and faced the Japanese devils, ready to fight back at any time.

"Stop arguing. Were you two arguing yesterday?"

The Korean translator followed the Korean section chief in from outside, and seeing the posture of Darong and the two devils, he quickly spoke up to stop them.

Anyone who has watched Korean dramas knows that Koreans always seem very emotional when they speak. When the section chief saw that Darong and Erguizi seemed to be about to argue again, he started gesticulating at the two of them.

After listening to what he said, the Xian translator simply translated it into one sentence: "Work hard and don't delay production."

When the people around heard it, they probably understood that the other large number of untranslated words were probably swear words.

That's how the traitors are. They were very aggressive towards Darong, but after hearing a word from the Korean section chief, they immediately became deflated and dared not to talk back.

"The output set by Team Leader Liu seriously exceeded the range, but the overtime that failed to meet the output was not counted as overtime. There is no such rule. The section chief gave 0.2 percentage points, which we can accept. The excess output value set by Team Leader Liu should be counted as overtime, otherwise it is unfair."

After Darong finished her words, the workers behind her all nodded. Although no one dared to openly agree with her, they all hoped in their hearts that Darong could get a result.

The Xianzu translator looked at Darong and hesitated for a moment with some embarrassment. This young translator was not very old and came to Yutian to work all by himself from Yanbian. In fact, he was just a hard-working worker.

After seeing Darong's determined look, he pursed his lips and translated Darong's words to the Korean section chief.

For Koreans, of course they are happy to see Chinese people exploiting other Chinese people themselves, so they will naturally side with squad leader Liu.

After he spoke a lot, the translator turned to Darong and said, "The section chief believes that if others can complete the task, then it is not a problem of production."

After listening to the translator's words, Darong looked at the evasive eyes around her and knew that she would probably have to fight alone today.

In fact, Darong could understand that most of the people around her were laid-off female workers of the same age as Darong. They were all of middle age with elderly parents and young children to take care of, and no one dared to stand out and lose their job easily.

Darong didn't want to incite or implicate others, so she just used her cheap pager to call the Labor Bureau.

The Korean section chief did not expect at the time that Darong came to negotiate with him with a desperate mentality. He was used to the employees' compromise and the flattery of traitors like Team Leader Liu. He did not think that Darong alone could stir up any waves.

Everyone has already started working, and Darong is the only one waiting for the labor supervisor to come to the factory to administer justice.

But Darong waited until the end of the working day at noon, when the people from the Labor Bureau finally showed up.

After the two people who came to the factory briefly understood the situation, they followed the Korean section chief to the executive cafeteria for dinner. Looking at the backs of several people, Darong knew that she would probably become a laughing stock in the factory today.

Until the afternoon work started, the two people from the Labor Bureau still did not come out of the executive cafeteria. Er Guizi looked at Da Rong who had been waiting outside, and his inner pride was beyond words.

When she passed by Darong with her chin raised again, Darong finally lowered her proud eyes.

Darong turned around, picked up her small bag, and walked out of the Korean factory gate amid everyone's sympathetic gazes.

What no one expected was that within an hour, Darong returned to the Korean factory again, and with her came a white-haired old man with a cane.

The old man looked to be in his seventies. Although he was leaning on a cane, he walked with a steady step and an upright posture, exuding a heroic air.

Darong looked at the few people who were still toasting each other in the executive cafeteria, and said something respectfully to the old man.

The old man smashed the glass door of the executive cafeteria with his cane.

Everyone inside was startled by the sudden noise and stared blankly at the old man in front of them. Although they didn't know who the person was, they were intimidated by the old man's aura and no one dared to speak.

"Call Meng Weidong and tell him that I, Geng Jinzhong, am here."

The old man pointed at one of the people from the Labor Bureau, spoke word by word, and then walked to a chair and sat down.

After a while, two cars stopped at the Korean factory and the person who got out was Meng Weidong, the then secretary of the Labor Bureau.

"Old Factory Director, why did I disturb you?"

As soon as Meng Weidong entered the door, he walked straight towards the old man without seeing anyone else.

"Xiao Meng, when we crossed the Yalu River, it was to prevent those Koreans backed by the United States from bullying us Chinese. Look at these cadres you brought with you, each of them is bloated and fat. Are they worthy of my comrades who stayed behind in the snow?"

The old man looked at the Korean section chief's eyes as if knives were flying out of them. Perhaps thinking of the sacrifice of his old comrade, the old man became emotional all of a sudden. He stood up and smashed all the glass in the executive cafeteria into pieces before leaving angrily.