Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Joins the Army, Presses an AK-47 with One Hand

He turned and left.

Yan Bugui was left alone, his old face flushed.

I’m not young anymore.

They were treated like dogs and verbally abused.

It's very embarrassing.

They also suffered a great sense of humiliation in terms of self-esteem.

……

same time.

"Announcement to the entire factory: Comrade Yi Zhonghai, a worker in Workshop No. 8, has been promoted to workshop director..."

"Announcement to the entire factory: Comrade Yi Zhonghai, a worker in Workshop No. 8, has been promoted to workshop director..."

"..."

The news of Yi Zhonghai's promotion was broadcast over loudspeakers throughout every corner of the steel rolling mill.

When Liu Haizhong heard the news of Yi Zhonghai's promotion, his mouth almost drooped down to his chest.

uncomfortable.

want to cry.

Silently cleaning the toilet.

Although Yi Zhonghai had announced his promotion to workshop director at the institute-wide meeting last night, he was still somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that it was now completely public. Just a while ago, the whole factory had been broadcasting about his promotion to deputy head of the propaganda department.

It's true what they say, once someone leaves, they're forgotten.

Once the rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked.

Liu Haizhong wasn't very educated, and the first words that came to mind were completely wrong.

Liu Haizhong stopped cleaning the toilets and went straight to the No. 7 fitter workshop, where he used to lead a team. He wanted to see what everyone's attitude was towards Yi Zhonghai's promotion to workshop director.

He is not satisfied.

"Snapped!"

Liu Haizhong saw his apprentice Yang Weimin in the No. 7 fitter workshop, and at that moment, he slapped his apprentice Yang Weimin on the head.

"Ouch."

Yang Weimin winced in pain, took two steps back, and looked at Liu Haizhong.

Yang Weimin is tightening screws.

Liu Haizhong suddenly hit him.

It really caught us off guard.

Liu Haizhong looked at Yang Weimin and said cursingly, "You tell me, how did Yi Zhonghai get promoted to workshop director? What makes him so special? What abilities does he have? Am I really that much better than Yi Zhonghai as workshop director?"

Liu Haizhong was venting his anger at Yi Zhonghai on Yang Weimin.

Yang Weimin was stunned for a moment.

Why did Liu Haizhong beat up Yi Zhonghai after he was promoted to workshop director?

Isn't this just pure impotent rage?

“Liu Haizhong, you’re no longer a fitter in the workshop. You don’t actually think you’re still my master, do you? Damn it, Yi Zhonghai was promoted to workshop director. If you’re not happy about it, go beat him up. Why are you hitting me? You filthy thing, get the hell out of here. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re my elder, I would have slapped you across the face long ago.” Yang Weimin said coldly to Liu Haizhong.

Everyone thought that Yang Weimin was most afraid of Liu Haizhong, but that was definitely not the case, provided that Liu Haizhong was still a senior fitter at the steel rolling mill and his master.

Now, Liu Haizhong looks like a stinky toilet cleaner.

Why should he be afraid of Liu Haizhong?

"you……"

"Stinky boy!"

"I taught you so many skills, and you're a complete traitor, a heartless scoundrel."

"You get upset if I hit you."

"I'll hit you again!"

Liu Haizhong continued hitting Yang Weimin as he spoke.

"Snapped!"

At that moment, Yang Weimin slapped Liu Haizhong across the face.

Half of his bangs were buried in yellow earth.

No one can match Yang Weimin, who just turned eighteen this year.

My cheeks are burning from my bangs.

He was not only bullied by his arch-rival Yi Zhonghai.

He was even beaten by Yang Weimin, whom he despised the most?

"I'll fight you!"

Liu Haizhong rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight Yang Weimin to the death.

However, Yang Weimin kicked him to the ground.

"it is good!"

"Good fight!"

“Yang Weimin, you did a good job. Liu Haizhong is no longer a fitter in the workshop, but he still comes to our fitter workshop to cause trouble. He deserves to be beaten.”

Yi Zhonghai then came over, patted Yang Weimin on the shoulder, and praised him highly.

"hey-hey."

"Director Yi."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Yang Weimin narrowed his eyes to slits as he looked at Yi Zhonghai, who was grinning from ear to ear with a fawning expression.

Now that Yi Zhonghai has become the workshop director, Yang Weimin naturally wants to get along well with him.

Yi Zhonghai smiled slightly at Yang Weimin, then turned his gaze to Liu Haizhong, who was lying on the ground. Yi Zhonghai looked down at him as if he were superior: "Liu Haizhong, instead of cleaning your toilet properly, what are you doing here acting so tough? You are no longer a fitter's worker. The fitter's workshop does not welcome you. Go back to your toilet. That is where you belong."

His bangs suddenly became sticky.

He scrambled to his feet, pointing at Yi Zhonghai's nose: "Yi Zhonghai! You called me a maggot in the toilet, didn't you! You insulted me! You insulted me! You insulted me!"

Chapter 172 A Picture of Ten Thousand Horses Galloping

Yi Zhonghai frowned slightly when Liu Haizhong pointed his finger at him, but he wasn't particularly angry. In fact, he was secretly delighted. Liu Haizhong was almost going crazy.

What will Liu Haizhong have to fight him with in the future?

"boom!"

As soon as Liu Haizhong regained his footing, Yi Zhonghai kicked him to the ground.

Yi Zhonghai felt incredibly pleased.

Back then, after Liu Haizhong was promoted to deputy director of the propaganda department, he couldn't wait to fight him. In that fight, Yi Zhonghai did lose. He and his second aunt had no children, while Liu Haizhong's whole family came out of the cave, and they had an absolute advantage in numbers. That battle was the most humiliating moment of Yi Zhonghai's life. Now, Liu Haizhong has fallen to such a lowly state and has even been kicked by him. It can be considered that he has gotten his revenge.

"Liu Haizhong, do you still dare to act arrogantly in the fitter's workshop?"

"It's pointless to hit you, you deserve it."

Yi Zhonghaidao.

"A few people, please."

"Take Liu Haizhong away."

Yi Zhonghai said.

Immediately, several fitters who had previously been close to Liu Haizhong stepped forward, carried him out, and threw him on the ground outside.

These fitters who used to be close to Liu Haizhong have now made a show of severing ties with him and are now wholeheartedly following Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was very satisfied.

"Ahhhh!"

"Ahhh!"

Liu Haizhong was yelling wildly outside, seemingly lamenting the injustice of fate.

However, his behavior only makes him look more like a clown.

No one pitied him.

"I'll be here for you from now on."

"We will never let you fitters get hurt again."

Yi Zhonghai spoke with righteous indignation.

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

The workers in the No. 7 fitter workshop cheered.

Yi Zhonghai, with his bangs framing his face, won over a wave of fans.

That old bastard Yi Zhonghai.

They have a knack for earning reputation.

"Yang Weimin, come here. I have a few words to say to you." Yi Zhonghai waved to Yang Weimin, signaling him to come closer.

"Okay." When Yang Weimin heard that Yi Zhonghai was looking for him, he nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice. If he could curry favor with Yi Zhonghai, he would never bother with Liu Haizhong.

Yi Zhonghai looked at Yang Weimin earnestly and said, "Yang Weimin, I'm sorry you had to suffer today. The beating you gave Liu Haizhong just now upheld some dignity for our fitter workshop. I will apply to the organization for an award for you."

"Oh, thank you so much, sir." Yang Weimin's eyes lit up as soon as he heard about the reward, and he even deliberately became much more friendly in his address.