The Courtyard House: Xu Damao's Aunt is the Queen of Women

After finishing his meal and spending some time with the young queen, Liu Hao went back to work at the steel rolling mill.

Just as I reached the office building, I inadvertently saw two familiar figures. An older woman, Li Meihua, was helping a deaf old woman slowly walk towards the office building.

Are they here to plead for Sha Zhu?

Tsk, if Yang Xingguo really dares to revoke Director Jiang's punishment of Sha Zhu, that would be interesting. Li Huaide would definitely use this as an excuse to launch a fierce attack on Yang Xingguo.

I heard from Li Huaide that of the four vice ministers of the Ministry of Metallurgy, the third vice minister will be transferred in the second half of the year, and Director Jiang's promotion to vice minister is a sure thing.

Liu Hao was quite curious about the relationship between Yang Xingguo and the deaf old woman. Could it be that, as some of the novels about courtyard houses describe, the deaf old woman saved Yang Xingguo's life?

Or perhaps Yang Xingguo's identity is questionable, and the deaf old woman knows his background?

After a moment's thought, Liu Hao slipped behind a jeep and began to eavesdrop.

Li Meihua said worriedly, "Grandma, I heard that it was a leader from the Ministry of Metallurgy who personally punished Sha Zhu. I'm afraid Director Yang won't dare to transfer Sha Zhu back to the kitchen."

"I've already gone so far as to plead for him, so Xiao Yang should agree. But I've used up all my favors. If that brat Zhuzi causes trouble again, this old woman won't be able to help him."

The deaf old woman was quite helpless; if she didn't help Sha Zhu, she would have to live a hard life.

Sha Zhu worked in the foundry all day and came back looking like he'd been drained of his life force by a female ghost. He'd lost a lot of weight and secretly came to her that night, crying and begging her to plead for him.

He even patted his chest and promised that as long as he could go back to the cafeteria, he would cook for her at least three times a week to take good care of her.

How could the deaf old lady, who was not only greedy but also picky about food, refuse?

Besides, if you don't help, even if Sha Zhu doesn't say it, he'll definitely hold a grudge, and all his plans over the years will have failed completely.

She chose Sha Zhu as her grandson because she genuinely loved him and was certain that only he could take care of her in her old age and see her off in her final days.

So even if you know this is a difficult task, you have to bite the bullet and do it!

Li Meihua said with a wry smile, "Sigh, if Sha Zhu doesn't change his temper, he'll probably offend more people!"

The deaf old woman sighed.

"This silly boy is too honest, too upright and fierce, and he can't tolerate any nonsense. This time he suffered such a big setback, which can be considered a lesson learned."

"You know, how can a person live in this world so straightforwardly? When you encounter something unpleasant, just turn a blind eye and let it pass. If you insist on taking it seriously, you'll only end up hurting yourself."

"You have to learn to be a little cunning, to pretend you don't know what's going on, so you can get by!"

Li Meihua remained silent, secretly wondering if Sha Zhu was truly upright and resolute.

Liu Hao, who was hiding behind the jeep, felt a toothache from listening and made an expression like an old man looking at his phone on the subway.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but for this deaf old lady, it's like a blind person looking at a child—the more she looks, the more she admires them.

How can a bastard like Sha Zhu be associated with "honesty" or "uprightness"?

However, Liu Hao realized that the deaf old woman had used up her favor by pleading for Sha Zhu this time, and that no one would be able to help this silly dog ​​if he caused trouble again.

After Li Meihua helped the deaf old lady into the office building, Liu Hao returned to the finance department.

As soon as he reached the door, he sensed something was off. He looked closely and saw Yang Weimin sitting in his seat, glancing at He Xiaomeng every now and then.

Zhong Chunli wasn't there, and Yan Kailei, Zheng, Yu Lanfen, and Zhang Qin all looked displeased, clearly disliking Yang Weimin.

Didn't Yang Xingguo say he'd be transferred next month? Why was Yang Weimin transferred to the finance department today?

Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, Yang Weimin must have taken a liking to He Xiaomeng again, right?

"Hey, Comrade Yang Weimin."

Liu Hao walked in and asked, feigning ignorance, "Is there something you need in our finance department?"

Upon seeing Liu Hao, a hint of jealousy flashed in Yang Weimin's eyes. This bastard not only stole Ye Juan, but also dared to refuse his uncle's attempts to win him over. He was in cahoots with Li Huaide.

Therefore, he no longer needed to be polite to Liu Hao and wanted to let this kid know who was in charge of the steel rolling mill.

"Oh, Accountant Liu is back. I received a notice from the personnel department today, which was personally approved by the factory director, to transfer me to the finance department."

"Okay, then please move aside, this is my seat."

Yang Weimin leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with disdain, and pointed to Zhong Chunli's desk.

"If you take the position of deputy section chief from now on, I..."

A loud bang startled Yang Weimin so much that he almost bit his tongue.

The hot-tempered Yu Lanfen couldn't take it anymore. She slammed her hand on the table, stood up, pointed at Yang Weimin, and yelled, "Get the hell out of here! You think you're so great? Just because the factory director is your uncle, you think you can act all high and mighty in our finance department? Do you really think we're afraid of you? We're only ignoring you because of the factory director. Without that connection, you're not even fit to clean the toilets, you good-for-nothing!"

Zhang Qin had been holding back her anger for a long time, and when Yu Lanfen started cursing, she naturally wouldn't back down.

"You little brat, get back to where you came from! Don't think you're Yang Xingguo's nephew or even his own son; don't even think about causing trouble in our finance department!"

Yang Weimin's face changed like a chameleon, turning white then green, green then black, black then green, green then red. He sat blankly in the chair like a clay sculpture, his eyes wide open, staring at Yu Lanfen and Zhang Qin in disbelief.

Are they crazy? My uncle is the factory manager! How dare they insult me?

"You...you...I...waaaaah..."

Once Yang Weimin came to his senses, he broke down in his defenses, as if he had suffered a great injustice. Tears streamed down his face as he ran outside, sobbing.

Standing at the door, Liu Hao stepped aside and seized the opportunity to extend his right foot.

With a thud, Yang Weimin was running so fast that he didn't pay attention to his footing and tripped, falling forward and landing face-first in the mud. Two of his front teeth were knocked out, and he rolled twice before crashing into the wall and coming to a stop.

"Ouch... my teeth!!!"

Yang Weimin covered his mouth and screamed in agony, blood mixed with saliva flowing from between his fingers, and he cried even louder.

Liu Hao casually withdrew his foot and asked with concern, "Are you alright? That was so careless! Why were you running so fast?"

"Waaaaah... You bastard! You've ruined two of your sluts! Just you wait!"

Yang Weimin uttered a harsh remark through his lisp and ran crying towards the stairwell.

Yu Lanfen clapped her hands and laughed loudly: "Haha, you little rascal, that's all you've got! Go tell your parents, I'm waiting for you!"

Zhang Qin kindly called out, "Slow down, don't fall again!"

Liu Hao walked into the office and asked curiously, "What's going on with Yang Weimin? Is he still trying to make a move on Xiaomeng?"

"That's right. This kid has only been here a short while, but he's already acting all high and mighty, practically writing 'I'm the factory manager's nephew' on his face. He's even shamelessly chatting with Xiaomeng."

After Yu Lanfen finished speaking, she began to lecture He Xiaomeng with a tone of disappointment and frustration.

"Xiaomeng, can't you have any temper? You can't even give a jerk like Yang Weimin a hard time?"

He Xiaomeng shrank her neck and said in a soft, sweet voice.

"Sister Lan, I can't!"

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