Courtyard House: From Deputy Division Commander to Civilian, Progressing All the Way

The Jia family.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine and urine.

Since being slapped by He Yuzhu, Jia Zhangshi's health has completely collapsed, and she can only lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) groaning every day.

Qin Huairu, heavily pregnant, was brewing medicine by the stove.

When Jia Dongxu came home from get off work, he sat on the doorstep, looking dejected, without saying a word.

"Dongxu, what's wrong? Did something happen at the factory?" Qin Huairu's heart skipped a beat when she saw her husband's deathly pale face.

Jia Dongxu slowly raised his head, his eyes terrifyingly empty.

"Lin Yang... has become a vice minister."

"Ministry of Heavy Industry, Vice Minister."

pat.

The medicine spoon in Qin Huairu's hand fell directly into the clay pot, splashing up a few drops of boiling medicine.

She stood there blankly, her mind a complete blank.

Deputy Minister.

For a woman who married into the city from the countryside, these three words were as unattainable as the Jade Emperor.

She turned her head and glanced at her mother-in-law, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) with her eyes and mouth crooked, and then at her good-for-nothing husband.

A deep sense of regret and despair gripped her heart like a venomous snake.

If only the Jia family hadn't bullied Lin Fan back then. If only Qin Huairu had married Lin Fan back then.

Could it be that woman today, dressed in expensive clothes, living in a large glass-walled main room, treated like a living ancestor by everyone in the compound, with a husband who is the factory director and a brother-in-law who is a vice minister of the country, that is Qin Huairu?

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs" in this world.

She could only watch helplessly from this stinking room as the Lin family ascended step by step to the pinnacle of power.

……

three days later.

West Chang'an Avenue in the old city of Beijing.

This is where the buildings of some of the most important national ministries of the People's Republic of China are located.

The Ministry of Heavy Industry's office building is a typical Soviet-style building, imposing, heavy, and solemn. Two armed guards stand ramrod straight at the entrance, and a huge national emblem hangs above the door.

8:30 a.m.

A military green GAZ command vehicle came to a steady stop outside the gate of the Ministry of Heavy Industry.

The car door opened.

Lin Yang stepped out of the car.

He wasn't wearing his general's uniform today; instead, he had changed into a tailor-made, high-end dark gray woolen Zhongshan suit.

Although he had taken off his military uniform, the iron-blooded killing intent forged in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, as well as the aura of a supreme leader commanding thousands of troops, remained undiminished. On the contrary, the Zhongshan suit added a touch of depth and restraint to his demeanor.

Beside him was a young officer in a major's uniform.

This is Xiao Li, the personal bodyguard and secretary specially assigned to him by the Central Military Commission. Because Lin Yang was "transferred from military service with his military rank intact," his bodyguard rank still maintains the treatment of a general.

"Sir, we've already contacted the personnel bureau," Xiao Li reported in a low voice.

"Let's go."

Lin Yang calmly looked at the magnificent building that controlled the nation's industrial lifeline and took steady, powerful steps.

I walked to the main gate.

Two armed guards immediately stepped forward, raised their hands in salute, and said, "Please show your identification!"

Xiao Li stepped forward and handed over a red certificate stamped with the central government's official seal.

The guard opened the ID and glanced at it; his expression changed drastically instantly.

"Lin Yang, Vice Minister of Heavy Industry and Director of the Iron and Steel Industry Administration Bureau."

The guard slammed his badge shut, brought his feet together, and gave a solemn and respectful military salute.

"Greetings, sir! Please come in!"

Lin Yang nodded slightly and walked into the office building.

The building was spacious and bright, with people coming and going in the corridors. Female cadres in Lenin suits, technicians in Zhongshan suits, and some blond-haired, blue-eyed Soviet experts were all hurrying along.

The pace of life here is faster than anywhere else. This is because all the national quotas and allocations for steel, coal, and non-ferrous metals converge here.

Lin Yang led Xiao Li directly to the office of the Director of the Personnel Bureau on the third floor.

The office door was open.

Director Zhao of the Personnel Bureau, a veteran in his fifties, was currently looking at documents while wearing reading glasses.

"Knock knock." Lin Yang reached out and knocked twice on the door.

Director Zhao looked up, and when he saw Lin Yang standing at the door, he was first stunned, then suddenly stood up.

As the head of the personnel bureau, he naturally knew that a very important person was coming to report for duty today. He had also seen Lin Yang's file and knew that he was a special-class hero who had made extraordinary contributions on the Korean battlefield.

But he never expected that this legendary "young war god" would be so young!

His handsome face still carried a hint of youthful vigor. But his deep, unfathomable eyes exuded a kind of majesty that even made this old revolutionary feel uneasy.

"Is this Vice Minister Lin? Please come in! Please come in!"

Director Zhao quickly came out from behind his desk and warmly extended his hands.

Lin Yang stepped forward and shook hands firmly with Director Zhao: "Director Zhao, I am Lin Yang. I've come to report for duty today."

"Oh, Vice Minister Lin, you're the firefighter our Ministry of Heavy Industry has been waiting for!" Director Zhao said with a beaming smile, personally pulling out a chair for Lin Yang. "Minister Wang specifically instructed that as soon as you arrive, the highest-level procedures should be processed for you!"

Director Zhao sat back down at his desk and opened a thick, top-secret file.

When he opened the first page of the file and saw the densely packed records of his military exploits...

"The Battle of Ping'an, the infiltration at Chosin Reservoir, the sabotage behind enemy lines at Shangganling, the capture of US five-star general MacArthur..."

"Special Class Hero, North Korea's First Class National Flag Medal..."

Director Zhao's hand, holding the document, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

He had worked as the head of the personnel bureau for several years and had handled countless files of high-ranking officials. But he swore he had never seen such a terrifying, dazzling resume in his entire life!

This is not just a cadre file; it is clearly a living epic of the war in the new China!

"Deputy Minister Lin... Deputy Minister Lin." Director Zhao swallowed hard, his voice filled with genuine respect. "Your paperwork is all complete. Your office is in the suite on the far east side of the fourth floor. In addition, several deputy directors and section chiefs from the Iron and Steel Industry Administration Bureau are already waiting for you in the conference room."

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Director Zhao." Lin Yang stood up.

Under Director Zhao's personal guidance, Lin Yang arrived at the conference room of the Iron and Steel Industry Administration Bureau on the fourth floor.

Push open the double mahogany doors.

In the conference room sat a dozen or so middle-aged cadres.

These people are the backbone of the country's steel industry. Some are senior engineers who have returned from studying abroad, some are management talents retained from steel plants in the old society, and some are veteran cadres transferred from the military.