Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

This stock can only make a profit, it cannot lose money!

So it's simply a matter of how much or how little you earn.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that." Before Zhang Liangyu finished speaking, the car had already stopped in the factory yard.

The once bustling factory now exudes a desolate and lonely atmosphere.

The factory manager who came to take over had a hunched back and looked 10 years older in just two months.

"Master Yang..." She stared longingly at Yang Jianguo, then finally sighed heavily, "Sigh~"

This breath seemed to have expelled all the energy and spirit accumulated over decades.

Before his eyes, Yang Jianguo felt that the old factory director's back was even more hunched.

I watched as the old factory director handed all the certificates to Ma Degui.

Yang Jianguo felt a tightness in his chest!

Once upon a time, the excitement of stepping into the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill became the joy and excitement of a formal employee.

Proud of their worker heritage, they wore clean work clothes, white gloves, and sweat towels around their necks, singing loudly with their fellow workers, "We workers have strength!"

Their vibrant faces were filled with pride as they built this new country with their own hands.

—Bury yourself!

Boom~

collapsed.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Jianguo truly realized...

The worker's 'bloodline' is already etched into his bones, something he can never sever in this lifetime.

After completing the handover of the machinery factory in the suburbs of Beijing, Yang Jianguo fell ill.

I've been lying in bed for days, and I just can't muster any energy.

He didn't realize it when he was talking about it, but after actually experiencing that scene, he was scared.

So scared!

I'm afraid to see the old factory director's tearful eyes, filled with the marks of time, and I'm afraid to see the workers' bewildered and fearful faces.

A woman who was holding her child and choking with grief.

Afraid of losing his future goals soon after starting work, the young man, lying on the ground like a dead man, kept asking, "Why? Why is this happening?"

I fear those calls of 'Master Yang~', filled with hope yet destined to turn into disappointment.

Damn this godforsaken world, damn it!

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, Yang Jianguo just wanted to curse.

But to whom should this grief and anger be vented, and to whom should one blame?

Yang Jianguo can't be found, he really can't be found...

"Jianguo, the leader has come to see you." Yingzi's voice was choked with emotion as she pushed open the door.

She understood the bitterness in her husband's heart, but there was nothing Yingzi could do.

All I could do was silently stay by his side and watch over him, hoping he could overcome this emotional hurdle.

Yingzi knew from the past that he had long held the workers in his heart, more important than himself, more important than this family.

But he didn't realize that Yingzi couldn't tell either.

She hoped that Jianguo would never discover just how important the word "worker" truly was to him.

But the scene she feared most still happened.

"Honey, the machinery factory in the suburbs of Beijing is gone, it's destroyed."

When he got home that day, he stood at the door like a lost soul, muttering repeatedly, "Gone. The hopes of 831 people, more than 1400 families, have all been destroyed by me."

Then he fell ill.

Thinking of all this, Yingzi couldn't stop her tears from flowing.

She dared not think too deeply about it, what if Jianguo didn't get better? She dared not, not even a little bit.

Because Yingzi understood better than anyone else that if her man were gone...

She won't survive.

Even if it lives, it's just a soulless shell.

Looking at Li Ying, who was secretly wiping away tears with her back to him, and then at Yang Jianguo, who was leaning against the headboard staring blankly at the ceiling.

The top leader sighed deeply, 'Sigh, what a mess this has become. I should have known better than to have him go in person.'

Yang Jianguo wasn't the first one like this; the top leader originally thought he could handle it.

He always acted as if he could handle it.

Who could have imagined that he simply didn't realize how heavy this matter was for him?

Modern people are often both insensitive and sensitive on certain crucial issues.

Yang Jianguo suffered precisely because of this.

He thought he understood the reasons behind it, possessing a prescient vision and a broad perspective.

Then you can be unaffected by the general environment.

But he forgot that he was now in the midst of a torrent, and deeply involved in it.

From the very beginning, he had the 'worker's blood' imprinted in his body.

We eat at the steel rolling mill, our wages are paid by the steel rolling mill, and our honors are earned through our work at the steel rolling mill.

When I'm happy, I share it with my fellow workers; when I'm sad, they keep me company.

During times of hardship, everyone sang "Unity is strength" and persevered.

When they're happy, they sit in groups of three or five in the sun, drinking tea, lighting cigarettes, and chatting.

Laughing at life, how delightful!

His status as a worker gave him the means to make a living and allowed him to get to where he is today.

To this day, Yang Jianguo still carries various honors that belong only to workers.

But now, he's going to personally destroy everyone's livelihood.

"What's wrong, can't think straight?" The big boss pulled up a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed, his expression calm.

"It's understandable that you can't see things clearly. You're not the only one who can't see things clearly; those old workers who have worked their whole lives can't see things clearly either."

“The leaders above can’t see the light, and so can I…” Noticing Yang Jianguo’s eyes darting around, the senior leader continued, “But even if you can’t see the light, you still have to keep working.”

"Born in sorrow, died in happiness."

"Jianguo, we still have a long way to go before we achieve peace and prosperity! We don't even have the right to die, how can we be content with the status quo?"

"Workers and peasants fought for the country, but now we're going to trade their happiness for the future. Are you the only one who's upset and can't accept it?"

"Do you know how many times you've shed tears? Do you know how many times you've been unable to speak during meetings?"

"You know, the higher-ups are arguing so fiercely about this that they're practically ready to pull out all the stops."

The high-ranking leader didn't stay long; he knew very well that he couldn't get over this kind of thing on his own, and no amount of persuasion would help.

Everyone understands the big picture, but he just told Yang Jianguo some things that Yang Jianguo didn't know or understand.

As for what to do and whether we can eventually get through this.

It all depends on him, whether he can shoulder the burden and live up to the assessment that he is 'capable of undertaking great responsibilities'.

Chapter 389 Stand up, what the hell makes you think you can do this?

At night, countless images flashed through Yang Jianguo's mind.

There were times when he and his coworkers would squat in the workshop, holding their lunchboxes and talking enthusiastically about their work.

A servant chased and joked as he rushed into the canteen, then scratched his head shyly amidst the laughter of the crowd.

Some persistent masters get impatient and curse, "You're like a plaster," before handing over their skills to their students.

A firm belief in contributing to the nation's development.

The hardships and perseverance involved in setting up the special workshop.

The passionate speeches delivered in the cafeteria, the exhilarating feeling when receiving awards.

The high spirits when receiving the letter from the counselor, the heartfelt pride when singing loudly.

They linked hands to form a human wall, demonstrating unity in the face of the 'storm'.

Yingzi, who had been staying by the bedside, saw two lines of clear tears streaming down the man's face.

A pang of sadness struck, and tears blurred my vision: "Jianguo~"

Amidst a call brimming with countless emotions, Yingzi heard a hoarse reply: "Wife, I'm hungry."

I ate three refined white flour steamed buns in one go, and also drank some vegetable and tofu soup.

Although he wasn't full, Yang Jianguo stopped moving.

For three days in a row, he had barely eaten or drunk anything, and his stomach couldn't handle the overeating.

He glanced at his wife, who was beaming with joy but secretly wiping away tears.

Yang Jianguo felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry, I made you worry."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Yingzi shook her head repeatedly, proudly saying, "I know you can do it, you can get through this."

“My man, Li Ying’s man, is a great hero who stands tall and upright.”

Yingzi proudly raised her head, her face beaming with a bright smile.

Yang Jianguo felt a surge of pride and said loudly, "Alright, then I'll be a great hero for once."

The following day, Yang Jianguo waited in front of the top leader's office early in the morning.

The secretary invited him in to sit down, but he shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I've been lying down for days, so it's good to stretch my legs."

Upon hearing this, the secretary felt awkward, unsure whether to sit or stand.

Just as I was agonizing over this, the big boss arrived: "Hey, Jianguo? Are you all better?"

He quickly stepped forward and pressed his shoulder firmly. The big boss laughed heartily: "Good, it's good that you've figured it out. Come, come, come in and sit down."

Yang Jianguo remained silent and followed him into the office.

"Go, pour two cups of tea." The big boss told his secretary to pour the tea and put his bag on the table.

"You have no idea how many calls I've received these past few days, asking you what exactly happened."

"Jianguo, you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders now, and many people are watching your performance."

"Don't let me down, and don't let everyone down! We have high hopes for you, believe me, you'll understand when you go to the capital..."

While waiting for the senior leader to speak, Yang Jianguo spoke up, "Sir, I want to take charge of the restructuring."

The senior leader was taken aback, not understanding what he meant, and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, you can continue. You will definitely continue to participate in the relevant work."

"Sir, what I mean is, I want to be in charge of the restructuring, fully responsible." Yang Jianguo's emphasis made his meaning clear to the top leader.

He's going to take the lead and be in charge of the reform direction, this...

"Jianguo, do you know what you're saying?" The big leader was anxious, but he couldn't object or express his opinion to his face.

He is in charge of this related work himself, so how can he contradict himself?

But how much is involved in this matter?

Even the top leaders felt terrified. Did they not know the risks involved?

To put it bluntly, watching closely is your job, and if you don't do it well...

"I know, and I understand the risks and responsibilities involved, but I still want to do it."

Everyone has to be impulsive once or twice in their life.