Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

"Li Weidong is only twenty years old and he's already the chief engineer. In a few years, becoming the factory director will be a piece of cake for him."

With this thought in mind, Yu Li felt full of energy and couldn't wait to achieve even more.

Li Weidong went into the clinic, called Ding Qiunan to his office, and told her about the staff member's situation.

He smiled and said, "Now you don't have to work as a substitute for a cadre anymore; you're qualified to be a cadre. Work hard, and you'll become a deputy section chief someday, yay!"

Ding Qiunan's eyes reddened, her large eyes glistening with tears: "Section Chief Li, thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it, just do your job well."

Li Weidong waved his hand, "You can go out and get busy now."

Ding Qiunan gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

As soon as he stepped out, Xu Damao knocked on the door and walked straight in.

Li Weidong frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Tsk tsk, Chief Engineer Li, that female doctor you have here is really beautiful."

Xu Damao looked disgusted. "Several young workers have come in from outside, and they're all like toads eyeing a swan."

"You're the biggest toad."

Li Weidong retorted directly.

"Don't joke around, isn't that one of your people...?"

Xu Damao grinned.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Li Weidong's voice turned cold.

Seeing his gloomy face, Xu Damao remembered how he had beaten Sha Zhu like a child, and he shrank back in fear.

"Chief Engineer Li, I was talking nonsense, you deserve to be hit!"

Xu Damao patted his mouth twice.

"Go out if you have nothing else to do."

Li Weidong said, "If you need to see a doctor, go outside."

"Something's wrong!"

Xu Damao quickly said, "Chief Engineer Li, I want to be the deputy section chief. I talked to Factory Director Li about it, but he was vague and wouldn't give me a definite answer."

"You can definitely help me with this. If I become the deputy section chief, I'll give you two big yellow croakers!"

Xu Damao gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Get lost! You think you can be a deputy section chief? Who do you think you are?"

Li Weidong waved his hand, "Get out, I have to get to work."

"Hey, Chief Engineer Li, you have to tell me, what exactly is wrong with me?"

Xu Damao panicked, "I'll definitely listen to you from now on..."

"It's working hours now, I'll talk to you tonight."

Li Weidong frowned. "What's going on outside?"

He went out to check the situation, and Xu Damao quickly followed.

There were six or seven young men standing in the consultation room, gathered around Ding Qiunan's table, all grinning and joking.

What are you doing?

Li Weidong's face was frighteningly cold.

"We're here to see a doctor! We need to see a doctor!"

Sha Zhu said with a grin.

He sat on the stool to the side of Ding Qiunan, lifted his shirt to reveal his dirty belly: "Dr. Ding, please listen to my stomach with a stethoscope, it hurts."

Ding Qiunan's face flushed red; she knew what these people were up to.

"Oh my, your stomach hurts really badly."

Li Weidong raised his hand and inserted a thin needle three inches above Sha Zhu's navel, then immediately pulled it out.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Sha Zhu jumped up suddenly, swinging his arm to hit Li Weidong in the face. But when he met Li Weidong's cold gaze, he shuddered and awkwardly lowered his fist.

"Tsk, I say, you idiot, you raised your fist, why did you pull it back?"

Xu Damao made a sarcastic remark from the side, seemingly forgetting that he still had a black eye and that Sha Zhu could easily deal with him.

"Xu Damao! I'll blow your other eye black too, so you'll be symmetrical on both sides!"

Sha Zhu roared and raised his fist again, but before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his stomach: "Ouch...it hurts so much! Why does my stomach hurt so much!"

He felt as if dozens of knives were churning inside his stomach at the same time. His face turned ashen, and he clutched his stomach and rolled on the ground.

Everyone around was stunned. Sha Zhu howled for a good ten seconds before his voice gradually subsided, his throat hoarse from howling.

"How are you feeling? Is your stomach hurting less?"

Li Weidong spoke slowly, "If I hadn't given you that injection just now, you would be in excruciating pain right now."

"Alright, you'll be fine after squatting in the outhouse for a while."

Everyone present knew perfectly well that the injection hadn't stopped the pain; it had actually made their stomachs, which hadn't hurt before, start to hurt.

After figuring things out, the young workers quietly slipped away one by one. They figured no one would dare bother Ding Qiunan again. News of Sha Zhu's miserable state would surely spread, serving as a warning to those with guilty consciences.

"That silly Zhu is really a talent."

Xu Damao felt incredibly relieved after seeing this.

Sha Zhu swayed as he stood up and walked out, trembling. Li Weidong sneered and followed him out. Xu Damao also wanted to follow and watch the show, but his eyes darted around, and he turned a corner as soon as he left the infirmary, not even glancing at the two men.

"How is it? Not bad, right?"

Li Weidong asked Sha Zhu a question.

"You...you're deliberately messing with me!"

Sha Zhu gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse.

"You finally understand?"

Li Weidong sneered, "Shazhu, you're quite the actor. You look like a fool, but you've fooled quite a few people."

"You can't even handle this little bit of pain? Let me tell you, from now on, whenever I get the chance, I'll torture you to death. If I don't get the chance, I'll create one for you."

Sha Zhu paused for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse voice, "Li Weidong, we're neighbors in the same courtyard, we sometimes have minor disagreements, you didn't have to go to such lengths, did you?"

"I've been punished by you quite a bit before, so you should have gotten over your anger by now."

Li Weidong sneered and spat, "To hell with all the bumps and bruises. Wasn't I clear enough this morning? You bunch of beasts are all after me, hoping to ruin my family."

"What's wrong? I'm only serving you an appetizer now, and you can't handle it?"

Sha Zhu was completely stunned, his voice trembling: "You...you live in this courtyard too? You've offended everyone, how are you going to live?"

Li Weidong sneered: "You treat my family's ruin as a joke, and then I'm supposed to swallow my anger? There's no such logic in the world."

"You, a lousy cook with terrible skills, dare to lecture me?"

"Yi Zhonghai is a hypocrite and a good-for-nothing. An eighth-grade worker? A complete fraud."

"Liu Haizhong is nothing but a brainless bureaucrat."

"Yan Bugui was so poor he was practically penniless; it's a miracle he became a primary school teacher."

"A deaf old woman? A coffin stuffing pretending to be dead."

"As for the Jia family, do I need to say more?"

After saying these words, Li Weidong turned and left.

Sha Zhu stood there, a chill running down his spine. He knew this had blown up completely, and Li Weidong was determined to destroy him.

"No, we need to talk to Yi Zhonghai about this."

Sha Zhu was making plans in his mind.

Li Weidong walked into Workshop 1, where nine Grade 8 workers were already standing, including Yi Zhonghai.

Factory Director Yang, Secretary Zhang, and Li Huaide were all present. Li Weidong arrived relatively late.

"Chief Engineer Li is here, let's begin."

Li Huaide said with a smile, "This is a big deal. You are the chief engineer, so you should take charge."

Today's test was proposed by Li Weidong. We'll start with the level eight workers; the results will be available in half an hour.

"Each person is responsible for one workpiece, which must be completed within half an hour, and the accuracy must meet the standard."

Li Weidong said calmly, "Let's begin."

As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Yi Zhonghai, the meaning clear: I'm watching right now, let's see what other tricks you can pull.

Yi Zhonghai's face was ashen, like a dead fish, and his entire face was as black as excrement; you could smell the stench from a great distance.

He knew in his heart that he was doomed this time. He didn't even meet the minimum precision requirements for a level eight worker. When he was promoted, he barely passed muster. Later, he acted arrogantly in the factory, never focusing on his skills, and ended up doing less and less work; his craft had long since deteriorated.

At Li Weidong's command, Yi Zhonghai felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and began processing.

Half an hour later, everyone stopped working; all the workpieces were finished.

Li Weidong measured them one by one and said in a calm tone, "Nine people, four of them are just up to standard in terms of precision, and four are within the first line. Their level is not bad."

He walked up to Yi Zhonghai, his voice turning eight degrees colder: "Yi Zhonghai, your precision is off by two lines, completely unqualified. You don't meet the level of an eighth-grade worker. Next Monday, you'll retake the test with Engineer Ding and Engineer Chen."

"If you don't pass, you'll be demoted to a level seven worker. With your current skills, you only deserve the salary of a level seven worker."

"You're just a mediocre, low-level worker."

Li Weidong's words were like knives, each one stabbing right into Yi Zhonghai's heart. The old man felt a tightness in his chest, and he even coughed up blood, almost fainting.

"I'm not angry. Why would I argue with someone who's about to die?"

Yi Zhonghai kept repeating the mantra in his mind, but the anger he felt only grew stronger. Suddenly, he felt a metallic taste in his throat, and before he could hold it in, blood gushed out of his mouth.

After spitting out that mouthful of blood, Yi Zhonghai's vision went black for a moment, his head was buzzing, his legs went limp like noodles, and he collapsed to the ground.

"What happened? Hurry up and send it... Oh, Chief Engineer Li is here too?"

Just as Secretary Zhang was about to call someone to carry Yi Zhonghai to the infirmary, he turned his head and saw Li Weidong standing right next to him.

Li Weidong stepped forward, glanced at it, and casually said, "It's nothing, he just got angry and vomited blood, so it'll clear up. He'll rest for half a day, and he'll be up and running again tomorrow."

Factory Director Yang and Secretary Zhang exchanged a glance, both wondering to themselves: Yi Zhonghai is in such a state, and you still say nothing's wrong? Then what exactly constitutes something wrong?

"You two, go to the kitchen, get a tricycle, and take Master Yi back."

Li Huaide pointed to the two apprentices of Yi Zhonghai standing next to him.

Normally, these two apprentices would stick to Yi Zhonghai's backside, but now they were all eager to stay away. But since the factory had given the order, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and lift him up and carry him out.

Yi Zhonghai woke up not far from the workshop.

"Put me down, where are you taking me?"

Yi Zhonghai struggled to sit up.

"Master, the factory wants you to go home and rest for half a day."

One of the apprentices quickly answered.

"I can walk by myself, you guys go back to work."

Yi Zhonghai grinned, trying to put on his usual amiable demeanor.

But blood was hanging from the corner of his mouth, his front was stained red, and even his teeth were filled with blood. He looked terrifying no matter how you looked at him, like a ghost who had just drunk blood.

The two apprentices were startled. They gave a few perfunctory replies, turned around, and ran away faster than rabbits.