Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

Xiao Hua stammered, unsure how to begin, as this matter involved many people.

Anyway, the people who sent the workers back were definitely not some thugs.

If it were really those people, the workers would have already started fighting.

"Okay, let's stop here for now. Take me to one of the employees' homes for a visit."

Yang Jianguo planned to go to the employee's home to find out the details from the person involved.

Xiao Hua couldn't say for sure, but they probably had a lot of grievances bottled up inside, with endless bitterness and tears.

"Then I'll take you to Engineer Yang's house."

Xiao Hua immediately started the car and drove towards the staff area, explaining Master Yang's situation to him along the way.

The master craftsman, who had worked his entire life, had already retired.

But because of this incident, he was elected by everyone to be the leader and to lead everyone in demanding justice from their superiors.

The previous times, the workers were able to successfully organize protests thanks to his leadership.

"Then this Master Yang must be very familiar with the situation."

"No one knows it better than him."

The car stopped in front of a narrow alley full of potholes and sewage. Xiao Hua pointed ahead, scratched his head and laughed, "Grandmaster Uncle, we can't go any further."

"Get out of the car, let's walk in."

The group got out of the car, and Xiao Hua led the way. Yang Jianguo, who was following behind, casually mentioned, "Don't call me Grandmaster Uncle when we're out. Just call me Uncle Yang."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Hua's expression changed drastically, and he waved his hands repeatedly: "That won't do. If my dad finds out, he'll break my legs."

His father, Hua Zi, called Yang Jianguo his "uncle-master," so if he called him "Uncle Yang," then he wouldn't be on the same generation as his father.

Besides, his family's success today is entirely due to the care of his grand-uncle.

Every time his father mentioned Yang Jianguo, he would instruct the children to be respectful and even more filial to him than to their own father.

He should really call him Uncle Yang, just like Yang Jianguo said.

His father knew that it could really break his legs.

Don't let Hua Zi's honest and timid demeanor in front of Yang Jianguo fool you; once he steps outside, he's a hot-tempered brute.

Seeing that his face had turned pale with fright, Yang Jianguo didn't make things difficult for him and said with a smile, "Alright, then I won't call you Uncle Yang, just call me Master Yang."

"This works."

Xiao Hua nodded in agreement, understanding what he meant.

This is because they don't want to reveal their identity. It seems that their grandmaster is really going to cause a big stir this time.

Who knows, it might just cause a hole in the sky.

But then Xiaohua thought about it again and found herself laughing at her own thoughts.

What do you mean by "poking a hole"? He himself was the one who did it that day.

Master Yang stayed in a suite. The entrance was a narrow passage with a door on each side, and the stove was directly opposite.

Right now, my partner is cooking lunch at the stove.

"Master Yang, I've brought some people to come and see you."

Xiao Hua seemed to know Master Yang quite well. As soon as she entered the house, she called out to the woman cooking, then smiled at her and said, "Auntie, cooking!"

"Hey, you haven't eaten yet, have you? Leave some for us to eat later."

The woman greeted him warmly, then turned and took out cornbread buns from the low cabinet.

"No need, Auntie. I'm just here to say a few words to Master Yang and then I'll leave. There are other people waiting outside!"

After declining the offer, Xiao Hua turned to Yang Jianguo and explained, "I've had things repaired by Master Yang before, and we've gotten to know each other over time. He knows I'm from a working-class family, and he always takes special care of me."

"kindness."

Yang Jianguo nodded without saying anything.

The door on the right was opened from the inside, and a tall, burly man with a stubble beard walked out.

His temples were gray, his complexion was dark, and his face was covered with the wrinkles of time.

You can tell he's in great spirits and physically strong; he doesn't look old at all.

"Xiao Hua is here, what's this?"

Upon seeing Yang Jianguo and his group following behind him, Master Yang's already furrowed brows deepened even further.

"Master Yang, these are some of my friends. They heard about the seed farm and came here specifically to ask you about it."

Xiao Hua said in a fancy tone, then stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "You're from Beijing, so if you have anything on your mind, you'd better hurry up, it might just come in handy!"

This was practically a blatant indication that the people he had brought with him were not ordinary individuals.

If you have something to say, say it now, or you'll miss this opportunity.

Master Yang was filled with excitement, wondering about the identities of the three men.

He knew that Xiaohua had a powerful father who worked in Beijing, and from what he said, that father was no ordinary person.

So, this time, people from above were sent down to specifically investigate the original seed farm?

Master Yang thought it was unlikely. For them, this was like the sky falling, but for the higher-ups…

Even without going to the top, it's just a trivial matter for the entire Fengtian region.

It's just a factory that couldn't withstand the test of the free market, was outdated and facing bankruptcy, and the aftermath work for appeasing and settling the workers wasn't done well.

There are countless things happening in Fengtian City every day that are more important than this.

But since Xiaohua said so, Master Yang, who already felt the chances were slim, wouldn't give up on this opportunity.

"Come in, have a seat. Old woman, bring out the tea leaves and brew some tea."

Following the other person into the house, a simple arrangement of a heated kang bed, two cabinets, and several small stools on the floor came into view.

Yang Jianguo looked around and thought to himself, 'Is Fengtian City still a place where the organization is led?'

Chapter 824 Heartbreaking, Why?

What kind of lousy place is this where a veteran employee who has worked for decades is living?

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they were destitute.

Yang Jianguo couldn't even imagine how they had managed to get through all these years.

Last time he came to the north, he saw a completely different situation.

The workers were already being treated very well back then.

Everyone wore a hopeful smile, a smile that couldn't be faked, as Yang Jianguo witnessed firsthand.

But now, everything before him makes him wonder if he has also fallen for a vanity project and been fooled like a fool.

"Comrade, what's your name?"

Master Yang could tell at a glance that Yang Jianguo was the backbone of the group.

"What a coincidence, my surname is also Yang."

Hearing this, Master Yang laughed heartily, "What a coincidence! Hello, Master Yang."

Yang Jianguo mimicked his movements, grasped his hand, and smiled, saying, "Hello, Master Yang."

"Hahaha……"

The initial awkwardness disappeared in just a few words, and Yang Jianguo sat down next to the other man on the kang (a heated brick bed), wanting to hear what was on his mind.

Master Yang lit a pipe, took a deep drag, and drifted into a reverie with unfocused eyes.

When he arrived at the original seed farm back then, the farm was bustling with activity and teeming with people.

Every year, the number of organizations that come to the site to request original breeding stock is countless. They pull strings, spend money on gifts, and go around begging and entertaining people just to get two more original breeding stock.

Now, the once bustling venue has turned into a pile of rubble.

What can you do with those dilapidated buildings?

Making money, making money—all they think about is making money. Walk down the street, and all you hear is men, women, and children talking about is 'money, money, money.'

Mr. Yang just couldn't understand why money was so important.

Seeing that he was going off on a tangent, Xiao Hua patted his knee awkwardly and interrupted, "Master Yang, let's talk about the land and the venue!"

His unfocused gaze sharpened, and Master Yang gave him a disgruntled look, saying, "What's the rush? I was just about to say it!"

After tapping his pipe, Master Yang began to speak, "This story begins when the business wasn't doing well, and we decided to sell our products outside."

The business was not doing well, and in response to the call for restructuring, it was sold off, which drew criticism from the community.

After all, experienced chefs like Master Yang have a deep affection for the place.

But later, as more and more people came to talk to them, Master Yang and his colleagues learned the true situation of the place.

If this drags on, not only will everyone go hungry, but all the equipment and buildings on site will also be ruined.

Therefore, after reaching an agreement, the employees, the leadership, and the local authorities jointly came up with a plan.

"The site was demolished, the land was sold, and the proceeds were used to pay off debts and pay back wages owed. The remaining amount was distributed according to seniority and all of it was delivered to the workers."

"This was what they promised back then. In the end, the land was sold, but what's the difference between that price and selling cabbage?"

Master Yang and his colleagues had already inquired about it. The land at the original seed farm was worth more than 2 million yuan. They heard that a big boss from Shenzhen Land Group wanted to participate in the bidding, but in the end, it was blocked by some unknown obstacle.

"It's not hard to guess," Master Yang said. "It's obvious who the beneficiary is."

"Who listed a 2 million yuan plot of land for only 6000 million yuan?" Master Yang spread his hands and said bluntly, "Oh, even with us old, weak, sick and disabled people as burdens, it shouldn't be sold off so cheaply."

"Furthermore, why not allow capable out-of-town companies to participate in the bidding, and why turn people away?"

"The company that won the bid did so by bidding right at the reserve price."

"How could he be so lucky to guess the reserve price?" Master Yang squinted, his expression resentful. "Everyone else bidding against him was more capable, so why didn't anyone offer a higher price?"

"Furthermore, what qualifications does a company with a registered capital of 50 yuan have to participate in the auction?"

Master Yang poured out all the doubts that he and all his coworkers had in their hearts, and laid them out in front of Yang Jianguo so that he could see them clearly.

Anyone with a brain can see without even thinking about it that there's something fishy going on here.

"Master Yang, who was in charge of this job at the factory back then?"

"Liu Dequan is the deputy director of the original seed farm. However, he was transferred here because the farm was not doing well and there were rumors that it was going to be sold."

"Where is he working now?"

"He's a director in the district!"

Master Yang grinned sarcastically, saying that they had gotten things done so blatantly, leaving people helpless.

What's the point of workers organizing protests so many times?

Now, the house is almost finished, but nobody cares whether they live or die.

Not only did no one care, but they also started to openly and secretly obstruct the actions of the original seed farm's veteran employees. Last time, Master Yang was arrested and locked up overnight.

Finally, a casual "I understand the situation" was enough to dismiss him.

This was something Master Yang had never imagined could happen. "Sometimes, I even wonder if I was born in the New Yan Kingdom."

Yang Jianguo felt a heavy weight in his heart upon hearing this.

What kind of grievances could make this veteran comrade, who dedicated his entire youth to the cause, say such things?

Damn, damn it!

Yang Jianguo couldn't help but clench his molars, making a 'squeak' sound.

"Then, didn't the restructuring office get involved?"

Yang Jianguo still clung to a sliver of hope, or rather, at this moment he was like the people he once despised, unwilling to face the harsh reality.

because……

"Why wasn't there any intervention?"