Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

In this world, there really are things more important than life itself...

In the past, Yang Jianguo neither understood nor comprehended it.

Now he understands!

"Jianguo, don't be impulsive." The high-ranking leader couldn't sit still any longer and came over to press him down to sit down again.

"Think about it carefully. With your current achievements, you'll have even greater prospects in the future. There's absolutely no need for you to do this!"

"I understand how you feel, but this is no small matter."

"Even if you were put in charge, there are tens of millions of people and hundreds of thousands of factories and enterprises."

"Those shops, shopping malls, restaurants, supply and marketing cooperatives, land..."

The potential profits here are enormous; if the scale isn't handled properly, it could be like playing with fire.

No, that would directly detonate the armory, obliterating all the bodies.

"Commander, when have you ever seen me act impulsively?"

Yang Jianguo looked him straight in the eye with a serious expression and said solemnly, "I have made up my mind. I will take on the role of leader of this restructuring team."

If someone else were to take over, the top leader might be worried, but he would also feel relieved.

The selection of this team leader has been delayed for a long time.

Those who are capable dare not take the plunge, and those who do are all hotheads who are afraid of causing big trouble.

Or they're just dreamers and idealists.

They don't even understand the grassroots level, haven't been there, yet they talk about "international standards" and "systemic thinking."

What a nonsense!

Finally, neither left nor right worked.

Now, if someone with the ability to shoulder this responsibility comes along, that will solve a huge problem.

How could he be unhappy?

But right now, the top leader isn't really happy.

Because this person is the one he values, relies on, and admires the most.

He sees this as his successor, a legacy and future left for his family and those around him.

He regarded Yang Jianguo as his nephew and family member.

How could the top leader just stand by and watch him walk into a powder keg?!

"Commander, don't try to persuade me anymore. I've thought everything through before I came."

Faced with his dilemma, Yang Jianguo laughed nonchalantly and said, "Besides, I'm not a greenhorn. I have experience in both grassroots work and things at higher levels."

"Even if there is a competition, I guarantee I can't find many people more suitable than me."

"Also, don't worry that I'll cause trouble. I want to find a way out for the workers, not to cause trouble."

"If I, as the team leader, get fired, how am I supposed to find a way out for the workers?"

Yang Jianguo truly believed this; he wasn't there to cause trouble or to stand up for what was right.

He just wanted to do his part and contribute as much as possible.

If you can help one more person, then help one more person, even if it's just one.

That way, perhaps his conscience will feel a little better.

He didn't close his eyes only to see pairs of helpless, fearful, and bewildered eyes, as if asking, "Why? Why is this happening?!"

Why?!

Yang Jianguo could spout a thousand profound truths, but he didn't want to say them now.

After that, he didn't want to say a single word.

He simply wanted to help the workers redefine their lives, lead them out of their predicament, and find a way out.

Let's start living a good life again!

Why should prostitutes and actresses be able to drive luxury cars and live in mansions, while migrant workers have to sit on the ground even when they have to pay for their own transportation?

Why is it that I built everything with my own hands, yet I'm not entitled to enjoy it, not even to receive a "thank you"?

Why? Why?!

Yang Jianguo wanted to ask on their behalf: "What the hell is the right of them to do this?!"

Chapter 390 From Adversity to Prosperity, Dawn Breaks!

Actually, it was already when Zhang Yu was asked to prepare 50 people.

Yang Jianguo had already taken action, but he was unwilling to admit it until it came to this point.

If he could, he would never want to be in the limelight.

But, it’s not possible!

My conscience is bothering me; I'm afraid I won't be able to get a good night's sleep anymore.

On his first day as the head of the restructuring team, Yang Jianguo went home and had a good night's sleep.

Hearing the familiar snoring, Yingzi knew that her husband had overcome his inner turmoil.

As for how they lived and what the consequences were.

She doesn't care.

She's happy as long as her man is happy.

With his worries resolved, Yang Jianguo regained his spirits and his energy was completely different.

Sure enough, I ran into Sha Zhu this morning and he gave me a good dressing down.

"You're really something, you're old enough to be a grandfather, yet you're making such a fuss."

Yang Jianguo grinned and said, "I'm sorry to have worried everyone."

He's been sick these past few days, and quite a few people have come to visit him in the hospital.

Even Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui's families came to visit twice and said many comforting words.

"Jianguo, don't be so hard on yourself. No matter how capable you are, some things still depend on fate."

Sha Zhu patted him on the shoulder and carried the basin back.

Yang Jianguo did the same. He put the washbasin on the shelf, ate breakfast, and went out with his wife.

I arrived at work and sat down in my office.

Yang Jianguo's first thought was, who should be chosen as the secretary?

Wu Mei wouldn't do; this secretary would have to follow him everywhere, spending every day together.

When social morals become disordered, people will inevitably point fingers and criticize.

Putting everything else aside, if Wu Mei's husband misunderstands and it affects their relationship, Yang Jianguo would be in serious trouble.

It has to be a man, firstly to keep things in check, and secondly to be able to run faster in case of danger.

Secondly, it's convenient; two grown men aren't that picky, they can make do anywhere.

"Xiao Wu, bring me the list of staff members on the payroll in the office... Oh, and bring me the list of those not on the payroll as well."

In the office, Tang Youshui was the first to arrive, as usual.

After opening the door, I went to the water room to fetch water, and when I came back, I started sweeping the floor and wiping the tables, even cleaning the chairs.

He was among the last batch of educated youth to return to their hometowns. He dropped out of high school and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the rural movement.

result……

It has tasted all the flavors of life, from sweet to sour, bitter to spicy.

The fire in my heart has been extinguished.

Back in the city, he got a job in the Ministry of Works thanks to his former teacher's favoritism, hoping to make a name for himself.

Unexpectedly, "Hehe~"

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating and self-pitying smile, Tang Youshui felt his heart was dead.

What dedication and struggle?

Being able to support himself was his greatest wish.

Now, he's just waiting for the day he gets a permanent position and a house so he can move out of his family home.

I'll find a reliable and honest girl and settle down to live a simple life.

The rest are outdated, I don't want to think about them anymore.

"Oh, there's water here. I'm sorry to have trouble you to clean it up again."

The older, more experienced woman arrived, expressing her gratitude verbally, but her expression betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

The cheerful little girl skipped into the house, sat down at her table, and turned to look at her pothos plant.

"Hey, Tang Youshui, did you water this?"

Upon hearing the girl's question, Tang Youshui quickly nodded and said, "Yes, I watered it."

The girl replied casually, "Don't water it next time, or it'll drown again."

"Oh~" Tang Youshui replied sullenly and sat down with his head down.

You have to endure the frustration in your heart.

Who can blame her? She's the daughter of a leader, even if she's just a minor leader in a district, she's not someone I can afford to offend.

It could be said that Tang Youshui was the only one from the bottom class still alive in this office.

It's his duty to do it; it's his fault if he doesn't or does it wrong.

Something called 'class' is quietly spreading and taking root in everyone's heart.

Once everyone had arrived, Tang Youshui got busy again.

He was busy fetching newspapers, getting water, and moving things.

The others either drank tea or read newspapers.

The little girl was holding a pretty little bottle and applying nail polish to her nails.

This is a rare item; someone brought it back for her from Jiangdao.

A cough at the door startled the people in the office.

Looking up, I saw the director, who was sitting in the best spot by the large window where the light was strongest, stand up. "Oh, Secretary Wu, what brings you here in person?"

"Sit down, please sit down." The director made way for her to sit down, and then turned to the young woman and said, "Xiao Wang, quickly pour some tea for Secretary Wu. There's some good tea in the iron bucket in my cabinet."

"Eh~" The little girl quickly put away the nail polish and hurriedly went to make tea.

Secretary Wu, Director Yang's chief secretary, is a very important person.

In this building, apart from the top leader's chief secretary, everyone treats each other with utmost respect.

Who can blame them for having such a capable leader? They have the confidence to speak with authority!

However, I heard that Director Yang has taken on a tough case.

Who knows when these good days will come to an end? Tsk tsk, what a pity for Secretary Wu...

"No need," Wu Mei said gently from inside the office. "I just came to call someone; the boss is waiting!"

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned. The leader was waiting. Had someone caught his eye, or was he about to be criticized?

"Who is Tang Youshui?" Wu Mei scanned the area.

With a blink, everyone turned their attention to what was behind her.

Wu Mei was stunned for a moment, then turned her head and saw a young man, young but with a somewhat weathered and disheveled look, standing at the door carrying a kettle.

"Are you Tang Youshui?" Wu Mei felt that it was almost certain.