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

Ignore!

Completely ignore it!

Lin Yang used the most direct and cruel way to tell Yi Zhonghai: Your proud eighth-grade worker status is nothing but a fart in my eyes!

Not only Yi Zhonghai, but also Liu Haizhong, who was shirtless in the forging workshop next door, wielding a heavy iron hammer weighing dozens of kilograms and trying to show off his level seven forging strength, encountered the same treatment.

Lin Yang merely glanced at the ventilation equipment in the forging workshop with a frown before striding away, completely ignoring Liu Haizhong, who was putting on a great show.

Liu Haizhong was panting heavily, his hands were cracked from the shock, but he couldn't even get a glance from Lin Yang. He was so angry that he almost spat blood onto the red-hot iron felt.

Lin Yang and his group continued walking deeper into the workshop.

In an open-air storage yard in the far corner of the workshop.

The environment here is extremely harsh, with dust everywhere and sharp scrap steel and rusty wires scattered all over the ground.

A thin figure, wearing worn-out canvas gloves, was laboriously carrying heavy scrap steel plates onto a handcart.

His back was slightly hunched, and although his movements were slow, he was very serious, arranging each steel plate neatly.

This person is Lin Yang's older brother, Lin Fan.

Lin Yang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He looked at the man sweating profusely under the scorching sun, his true face obscured by dust, and felt as if his heart had been violently squeezed by a large hand.

This is what Yi Zhonghai calls "taking care"!

To make a young man with a chronic illness from a workplace injury and a weak body do the most tiring, dirtiest, and most injury-prone job in the entire factory—waste sorting!

Lin Yang took a deep breath, turned to look at Zhou Zhenhua beside him, and asked in an icy voice, "Old Zhou, who's usually in charge of arranging the waste sorting at this stockpile?"

Zhou Zhenhua glanced at Lin Fan and immediately noticed the change in Lin Yang's mood, quickly replying, "Secretary Lin, this work is usually assigned by the workshop director based on production needs. However..."

Zhou Zhenhua hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth: "However, this worker's name is Lin Fan. He's not in good health and has suffered a work injury before. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been assigned to such a physically demanding job. This is a dereliction of duty on the part of the workshop management."

Lin Yang didn't say anything, but strode towards Lin Fan.

Yang Jianguo and Zhou Zhenhua looked at each other in bewilderment and quickly followed.

Lin Fan was struggling to lift a rusty gear when he suddenly felt a shadow blocking the sunlight in front of him.

He looked up and wiped the sweat and grime from his face.

"Yang... Secretary Lin." Lin Fan recognized the person and subconsciously wanted to call him his younger brother, but when he saw the factory director and deputy factory director behind Lin Yang, he quickly changed his address, appearing somewhat uneasy.

Lin Yang walked up to Lin Fan, completely ignoring the filthy grease on his body, and grabbed his hand, which was covered in tattered gloves.

Bloodstains were faintly visible on the gloves. They were wounds from cuts made by the sharp metal.

Lin Yang's eyes were slightly red, but he forced himself not to show it in front of everyone.

He turned around, facing Yang Jianguo, Zhou Zhenhua, and some workers who had gathered around, and announced in a loud voice.

"Comrades! Our Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill is where the workers are the masters! We absolutely cannot let honest people who have shed blood and been wounded continue to suffer!"

"Comrade Lin Fan suffered a serious work-related injury while protecting his fellow workers. However, some grassroots cadres in the factory turned a blind eye and continued to make him do this kind of high-intensity, heavy physical labor. This is a serious trampling on the brotherhood of the working class!"

Lin Yang's words were firm and resonant, echoing through the stockpile. The surrounding workers nodded in agreement, feeling a surge of warmth in their hearts. This newly arrived Party Secretary truly cared for them, the lower-level workers!

"Director Yang, Old Zhou, I propose it." Lin Yang looked at the two of them, his tone resolute and unwavering.

"Given Comrade Lin Fan's honest and conscientious character, meticulous work ethic, and history of serious work-related injuries, Comrade Lin Fan is hereby immediately transferred from the waste sorting position!"

"The logistics warehouse is currently short a quality inspector for material acceptance and verification. This position doesn't require heavy physical labor, but it demands absolute meticulousness and a strong sense of responsibility. Let Comrade Lin Fan take on this role, and his salary grade will be increased by one level!"

How could Yang Jianguo and Zhou Zhenhua disagree? This was the first person promoted after the new secretary took office. They would have agreed even if he were promoted to section chief, let alone a quality inspector.

"I agree with Secretary Lin's proposal!" Yang Jianguo immediately stated. "Have the personnel department process the formalities right away. Comrade Lin Fan, thank you for your hard work. Keep up the good work in the warehouse."

Lin Fan was completely stunned.

Warehouse quality inspector? That's a lucrative job! You're sheltered from the wind and rain, and all you do is check accounts and inspect goods every day. Plus, your salary has been increased by one level!

He originally thought his brother was just giving him an easier job, but he never expected to be promoted to such a key position!

"Thank you... thank you, Factory Director! Thank you, Secretary Lin! I will definitely work hard!" Lin Fan was so excited that he was trembling all over, and tears almost fell down his face.

The surrounding workers immediately burst into enthusiastic applause.

Meanwhile, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, who were secretly observing all of this from a distance, felt as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a whole greenbottle fly.

Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen, and his fingernails dug deeply into his flesh.

Lin Fan, whom he had painstakingly suppressed for ten years, was promoted to warehouse quality inspector on Lin Yang's very first day in office! That's a crucial position that can control the distribution of materials in the workshop!

From now on, when Yi Zhonghai goes to collect materials, he'll have to be mindful of Lin Fan's feelings.

This is more painful for him than killing him!

"Old Yi, this...this little bastard is clearly trying to elevate his older brother and embarrass us!" Liu Haizhong approached from somewhere and cursed under his breath through gritted teeth.

Yi Zhonghai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"What's the panic! He's just showing off since he just took office. As long as we block him with technology, he'll be begging us sooner or later!" Yi Zhonghai said fiercely, but his voice betrayed an undisguised helplessness and panic.

……

It was evening.

The crimson sunset bathed the hutongs of Beijing in a golden hue.

Lin Yang finished his first day at the steel rolling mill and returned to No. 95 Nanluoguxiang Courtyard in a jeep.

Today, he used a combination of force and persuasion at the factory, not only intimidating Li Huaide and winning over Zhou Zhenhua, but also naturally placing his elder brother Lin Fan in a comfortable and important position.

Although no major changes were made, his foothold at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill had been quietly established.

Back in the main house of the central courtyard, the aroma of food wafted through the air.

Wearing an apron, Tian Yu was stewing an old hen on a coal stove, the golden chicken soup bubbling away.

Upon seeing Lin Yang enter, Tian Yu immediately came to greet him, gently taking his coat and hanging it on the hanger.