Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

Without further ado, the canteen manager immediately ran to the small screening room next to the publicity department.

As soon as I entered, I saw a young man with a long face fiddling with a projector.

At that time, projectors were still very bulky. Not only did they require power cords, but the magnets and films inside were also rolled up one by one, and a single movie would be divided into several rolls, all of which had to be handled manually.

Hearing someone approaching from behind, the young man turned around and looked towards the door.

"Comrade, who are you? What brings you here?" The horse-faced youth asked the newcomer with a puzzled look, since he had only been at the factory for a short time and didn't know everyone.

The cafeteria manager came in and asked the long-faced young man, "Comrade, are you named Xu Damao?"

The horse-faced youth nodded in confusion when he heard that he was being called. "I am Xu Damao. What can I do for you?"

Upon realizing she had found the right person, she grabbed his hand.

"I've finally found you! Come quick, come with me!" The cafeteria manager was overjoyed, never expecting to be so lucky as to find this person as soon as he came in.

Xu Damao was bewildered and even a little frightened when he saw this person come in, ask who he was, and now grab his hand and try to walk him out.

"No, comrade, you need to tell me who you are. It's not very nice of you to just drag me away like this."

"I'm the canteen manager, my surname is Zhang. You're coming with me to the small canteen in the logistics department." Manager Zhang briefly introduced himself and tried to pull him along.

Although Xu Damao liked to curry favor with his superiors, he also knew that his main job was to project movies, and now that the projector hadn't even been packed up, they wanted to take him away, which he refused to do.

"Director Zhang, please wait a moment. Don't rush. I haven't packed up the machine yet. Let me pack it up before we leave, okay?" Xu Damao quickly broke free from Director Zhang's hand. The director had a strong grip, and it hurt Xu Damao's hand.

Hearing that Xu Damao was about to pack up the machine, he knew he was in a bit of a rush, but he still couldn't help asking.

"Comrade, how long will it take to pack up this machine?" Director Zhang looked at the machine, but he didn't understand it either, so he asked Xu Damao.

"It won't be long, Director Zhang, I'll finish now. It should be done in about ten more minutes." Xu Damao originally wanted to say in a proper manner that it would take another half hour to finish. But seeing how anxious the director was, he shortened the time a bit.

"Comrade, hurry up, our mission is urgent." Director Zhang couldn't force anyone, so he could only say this to Xu Damao.

Although Xu Damao didn't know what had happened, he still quickened his pace.

He truly deserves his reputation as a projectionist who has never made a mistake in hundreds of films since then. Even at such a young age, he handles the equipment setup with remarkable skill. However, there are some maintenance tasks he hasn't yet performed.

When the canteen manager saw that Xu Damao had finished collecting the food, he immediately led him to the small canteen.

But when they passed the restroom, the cafeteria manager couldn't hold back any longer.

Before, he could hold it in until he reached the toilet, but now that he saw the toilet, his bladder felt like it was going to explode.

"Xu Damao, just go to the small private room in the third canteen. If you can't find it, then go find Chef He from our canteen." After saying that, the canteen manager hurriedly went into the restroom.

After listening, Xu Damao remembered nothing else but Chef He from the cafeteria. Wasn't that He Yuzhu, the silly Chef?

Thinking of this, Xu Damao's eyes narrowed with a sly smile.

Xu Damao jogged all the way to the third canteen. He saw He Yuzhu sitting outside looking at the stars from afar. He quickly slowed his pace, tiptoed, and walked slowly behind He Yuzhu.

Xu Damao approached He Yuzhu from behind, intending to scare him. Just then, He Yuzhu seemed to sense someone behind him and turned to look at the newcomer. This immediately terrified Xu Damao, almost causing him to wet himself.

He Yuzhu turned his head, his face deathly pale, like a ghost who had died unjustly.

He Yuzhu turned around and saw someone coming. He turned on his flashlight and shone it on himself.

The voltage is acting up today; even the streetlights aren't bright enough. He Yuzhu was worried that the people coming out of the private rooms wouldn't be able to see clearly, so he took out a flashlight from inside the cafeteria.

Just that one turn of her head startled the man behind her.

He Yuzhu shone his flashlight on the man opposite him. "Hey? Xu Damao, what are you doing here?"

Xu Damao felt his heart skip a beat, and only when he saw He Yuzhu move the flashlight out and shine it on him did he realize who it was.

"You son of a bitch, do you know that this kind of person can scare people to death?" Xu Damao cursed in fright.

He Yuzhu was displeased. "Why are you swearing?"

"Who told you to jump up behind me like that? Besides, who scared you?"

"You didn't scare me, but when you shone a flashlight on your face, I thought I'd encountered a ghost." Xu Damao, of course, wouldn't admit that he wanted to scare He Yuzhu.

He brandished the large flashlight in his hand. "I just wanted to use it to make myself visible. The streetlights aren't bright enough today, and I was worried someone coming into the cafeteria's private rooms might accidentally step on the wrong spot and fall. Why am I getting scolded for trying to be helpful?"

Hearing He Yuzhu say this, Xu Damao felt a little embarrassed. But he didn't care; the blame was all on He Yuzhu anyway.

"Hmph, you cook are destined to serve others. Look at you, it's so late, and you still have to sit here and hold a flashlight to light the way for those people. Look at you, tsk tsk tsk." Xu Damao finished speaking with a smug look on his face.

"Xu Damao, I'm here to serve those Soviet experts, to do things for the country. So what are you here for?"

He Yuzhu didn't think there was anything wrong with serving those experts, after all, the country really needed these technologies.

Not all Soviet experts were willing to dedicate everything they knew to communism without reservation.

Therefore, He Yuzhu also approves of leaders urging them to drink and extract knowledge from them.

"What am I? You don't know, do you? Let me tell you, I'm here to serve me." Xu Damao didn't want to say that he was showing movies to those Soviet experts, otherwise he would also be serving others. So he left half of his sentence unsaid.

He Yuzhu didn't believe this small excuse.

"Calling you 'Silly Mao' isn't wrong. You've been in those private rooms for ages, and you're only just getting here now. I bet you just came here to show them a movie, and you're only getting off work now, right?" He Yuzhu's expression was one of absolute certainty.