The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Upon hearing that there was free roasted pheasant, Qi Desheng's expression immediately changed. He quickly stood up, walked around the desk, and blocked Yang Dalin, who was about to open the door, saying with a grin, "Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome! How could we not welcome you?"

Please sit down. Thank you for your hard work, drivers. Would you like some water?

I'll pour it for you.

Qi Desheng finished speaking politely but didn't move an inch. Tian Xueyi mocked him, "Why don't you pour some water? You just talk the talk but don't walk the walk."

Qi Desheng, you're really something!

Asking if you want water, then remaining motionless afterward—you're so hypocritical.

Qi Desheng had to put on an act just to get a free brothel.

"Um, I'm worried that if I pour it out, you guys won't drink it. So, should I pour it out now?"

Seeing that he was really walking towards the kettle, Tian Xueyi shouted, "Never mind, it's okay, let's go right away."

Qi Desheng immediately stopped: "See, I told you, why do you have to be so hypocritically polite? Every time you two come, if you're thirsty, you just pour it for yourselves, instead of asking me first."

Wasting emotions.

"Give me a chicken right away, then go back to your team when you're done. Don't interfere with my work. Even though it's almost time to get off work, it's not quite time yet!"

"Well, this guy's been promoted, he's really something else. He's putting on quite a show. Well then, we two drivers won't bother him any longer."

"Two wrapped in oil paper, you take one, I'll keep one, and then we'll go back."

After saying that, Tian Xueyi put the two oil packets on the coffee table.

The two oil packets are slightly larger and slightly smaller.

Qi Desheng picked up the two and weighed them in his hands, keeping the heavier one and returning the other to Tian Xueyi: "I'll keep one, you can take this one."

If you have something to do, then get lost.

Seeing that Qi Desheng had picked out a large-looking one, Tian Xueyi chuckled and put the other one into his satchel. He stood up and said, "You're really using us and then discarding us. Let me tell you, Da Linzi, if we have any good food in the future, we should keep it for ourselves and not give it to that person. If we do, we won't get any credit. Look, we just got it and they're already telling us to get lost."

Sigh... people's hearts are no longer what they used to be. Let's go, let's go.

Qi Desheng has already gotten his share of the benefits, so why can't others say a few sarcastic remarks?

However, he didn't forget to tell Yang Dalin: "Dalinzi, don't follow your master's example. Think more about your brother Sheng in the future. Okay, go back now."

Yang Dalin and Tian Xueyi left Qi Desheng's office, exchanged a glance and chuckled, then quickly departed.

When Qi Desheng saw that the two bastards had left, he quickly locked the door.

He picked up the oil paper package, held it under his nose, and took a deep sniff: "Hmm, it smells good, not bad."

Then he took the oil paper package to the coffee table, sat down, and prepared to open it and see if he could try a bite first.

As a result, the oil paper package was wrapped in two layers, and we discovered that something was not right inside.

He also discovered several separate small packages wrapped in oil paper next to a roast chicken that was also wrapped in oil paper.

He picked up a small bag and weighed it in his hand; the weight seemed off.

It's quite heavy.

When he opened it, he found it was a small stone.

It's that thing laid under the railway tracks.

I wondered why it was so heavy; it turned out there were several stones in the bag.

After tossing the stones aside, Qi Desheng carefully opened the largest oil paper package. Inside, as expected, was a roast chicken.

That's right, this roast chicken has been torn to pieces, with only the chicken feet, the chicken butt, the chicken head, the chicken neck, and a little bit of chicken bone with meat still attached.

Is there nothing else left?

What about the other meats?

Those two bastards tricked me again.

Qi Desheng angrily opened the door, stuck his head out, and shouted into the stairwell: "Tian Xueyi and Yang Dalin, you two bastards, don't come here again!"

An employee sitting in the next office poked his head out: "What's up, station manager?"

Qi Desheng was too embarrassed to say it directly, so he could only say, "It's nothing, just that if I run into those two bastards again, please stop them for me and tell them I don't want to see them again unless it's for serious business."

"Damn it, those two bastards are infuriating!"

The employee lowered his head and smiled, then said seriously, "Yes, stationmaster, I understand."

Qi Desheng then closed the door and returned to his office.

The employee also shrank back.

One of his female colleagues asked him, "Xiao Li, what's wrong? Did the station chief get upset with his old comrade-in-arms again?"

Xiao Li chuckled: "That's for sure. Our stationmaster and driver Master Tian are comrades-in-arms who have been through thick and thin together. In the whole station, only Master Tian dares to mess with our stationmaster."

Who else dares?

Oh wait, now there's a new Master Yang. This Master Yang is Master Tian's apprentice. I heard he's done meritorious service several times and is very popular with our stationmaster.

Last time, the personnel department of our ministry sent someone to transfer Mr. Yang to a cadre position.

Turns out, they didn't share it either.

He just loves driving, just like Master Tian.

The female colleague who asked him the question said somewhat sourly, "If it were me, I wouldn't turn around either. Even though we sit in the office, we're protected from the wind and rain."

But everyone knows that drivers have high salaries, good benefits, and subsidies. Most importantly, they can bring back local specialties.

Take this trip of the convoy to the grasslands, for example.

I heard from other people's mentors that they ate a lot of mutton there.

And it's cheap too.

Everyone also brought some home.

My husband, Lao Yan, may not say it, but he's incredibly envious of that driver's job.

Xiao Li certainly knew these principles, but he was still very clever and promptly distanced himself from the conflict, saying, "Sister Wang, you're right, but Brother Yan's physical condition isn't great as a driver. That steering wheel is so heavy that not just anyone can turn it. Plus, he's out in the wind and water. I heard that last time they encountered several bad guys with guns who wanted to steal things."

We only see how lucrative their jobs are, but they also work incredibly hard and face real danger.

Our team has lost several drivers since it was formed.

Let's just focus on doing our own jobs well.

Sister Wang nodded: "Indeed, drivers make a lot of money, but it's also very dangerous."

Sleeping in the car in the dead of winter, at temperatures tens of degrees below zero, is quite uncomfortable.

I was just saying that; even if I really asked my husband, Lao Yan, to do it, he wouldn't be able to.

He probably couldn't even change a tire.

"Just focus on doing your job well."

When Xiao Li saw that Sister Wang had taken his words to heart, he chimed in, "That's right, everyone has their own destiny. If Sister Wang is really willing, when your eldest son grows up, see if he can join our station's motorcade."

However, you are aware of the risks, so please plan carefully.

When Sister Wang heard about this, her eyes lit up, but then dimmed again as she said, "Let's forget it. My son is just like his father, too weak. Let him take over his father's job in the future."

He probably wouldn't be able to handle the hardship of joining the racing team, so forget it.

Besides, I wouldn't want my eldest brother to take such a risk.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll be devastated."

Xiao Li was practically Qi Desheng's secretary, so he was bound to speak up for the leader he served. He said those things on purpose.

Seeing that his words had no effect, he shut up.