Siheyuan: The Final Winner

Liu Lan, who is in her early twenties, looks ordinary.

But her skin is good enough, fair and delicate, and her figure is plump enough to make people love it.

Jiang Ping'an doesn't like thin women very much, but has a soft spot for women with some flesh on their bodies.

For example, Qin Huairu, Liang Ladi, and Lou Xiaoe from the backyard are all charming.

In the Tang Dynasty, fat was regarded as beauty, and that fat was not fat, but plump.

So Jiang Ping'an thinks that his aesthetics is similar to that of Tang people.

At this time, Liu Lan had been married for more than two years, had a child, and had only been in the rolling mill for half a year.

Jiang Ping'an was not surprised that she would be targeted by Deputy Factory Manager Li.

Still the same sentence, although Liu Lan is not very beautiful, but her figure is enchanting enough, even wearing overalls can't hide it.

As for the logistics side, there are really not many women who can catch the eye.

Being short and tall, it's not surprising that Liu Lan will be watched by Deputy Factory Manager Li.

Jiang Ping'an and Liu Lan did not mix up often, and he had no intention of keeping Liu Lan by his side.

The two are just a dewy couple, and Liu Lan is not her own woman.

In the final analysis, Jiang Ping'an couldn't control her.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ping'an raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then what do you think?"

"What can I think? I am a worthless man, and I don't care about the life of my family. The whole family depends on me to support me. I can't bear it any longer." Liu Lan said with red eyes and full of sorrow and resentment.

Jiang Ping'an sighed, and said, "What kind of a man is that man of yours? If it really doesn't work, you might as well get a divorce."

"You've only been married for two or three years, and you just had a child, and he doesn't care about the family. What's the point of following him?"

Liu Lan sighed: "You said it is simple, but how can things be so easy?"

Seeing that she didn't intend to divorce, Jiang Pingan didn't persuade her much.

So he pondered for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Yeah, you count me as half a man, if you don't help me, who will help? Could it be that you really want me to commit myself to Deputy Director Li?" Liu Lan nodded and replied.

Jiang Ping'an thought for a while and said, "I'll give you ten catties of stick noodles a month at most, and I won't be able to eat any more."

"Add more, ten catties is too little." Liu Lan begged.

Jiang Pingan categorically said: "It's only ten catties, no more, you don't want to starve me to death, do you?"

"If you are still not satisfied, you can go to Deputy Director Li, he must give more than me!"

"Don't spoil me!" Liu Lan cursed with a smile, no longer pushing the boundaries, and then said softly:

"Didn't I come to beg you because I have no choice?"

"Don't worry, I've collected your food, and I'll only let you touch me in the future, keep your word."

Jiang Pingan didn't believe it at all, but he didn't bother with this question, nodded and smiled and said:

"Okay, go to the old place tomorrow morning, and I'll bring the stick noodles."

After the matter was settled, the two left the warehouse one after the other.

Every time Jiang Ping'an came back from the countryside, he had a day to rest.

So he didn't plan to stay in the factory any longer in the afternoon.

After thinking for a while, he walked to the third workshop.

When he came to the third workshop, Jiang Ping'an saw a work station from a distance.

Yi Zhonghai is patiently guiding Jia Dongxu to process parts.

This Jia Dongxu is very stupid. After seven or eight years in the factory, he is still a first-class fitter.

No matter how hard Yi Zhonghai, the eighth-level fitter, taught him, he just couldn't learn it.

After a while, the factory will hold a fitter grade assessment again.

Yi Zhonghai wants Jia Dongxu to pass the second-level fitter examination, and his hair is almost gone.

In fact, the first three levels of fitters are not too difficult. Many women have raised their levels within a few years after entering the factory.

Even Jiang Ping'an, a buyer, has come to the workshop more times, and under his influence, he has the level of a third-level fitter.

For Jia Dongxu, as long as he entered the factory, he would be in a daze, unable to change his mind.

But once he got off work, he would come alive, and if he was sitting at the gaming table, he would be even more energetic.

When Jiang Pingan saw Yi Zhonghai, he walked straight over.

During the period, other workers also greeted him, and he responded with a smile, and sometimes made a few jokes.

The machine roared, and neither Yi Zhonghai nor Jia Dongxu noticed Jiang Ping'an coming.

Only when they were in front of them did the two of them notice it.

Yi Zhonghai, who was looking sad, looked back, his face softened, and he said loudly, "Ping An just came back?"

"I'll be back in the morning!" Jiang Ping'an replied loudly, pointed out of the workshop again, and said loudly:

"Let's talk outside, it's too noisy here!"

Yi Zhonghai nodded, told Jia Dongxu a few words, and then walked out of the workshop.

Jiang Pingan smiled at Jia Dongxu, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to leave.

"What's the air? Isn't it just a buyer? If I went to a technical secondary school, I would definitely do better than you!"

Jia Dongxu looked at Jiang Ping'an's background, pursed his mouth and said, but his eyes showed envy.

Jiang Pingan didn't know what Jia Dongxu was thinking, so he took a few steps to catch up with Yi Zhonghai, and the two came outside the workshop together.

When he came to the corner, Jiang Pingan took out a pack of Daqianmen from his pocket, handed one to Yi Zhonghai, and lit one himself.

After lighting it with a match, the two of them suddenly swallowed their clouds.

"It's definitely not good for your kid to find me. Tell me, what's the matter?"

Yi Zhonghai took a long breath of smoke and asked.

Jiang Pingan laughed, took out the radio ticket from his pocket, and explained:

"Not long ago, Deputy Factory Manager Li rewarded me with a radio ticket, and I want to take some time to buy it and listen to it."

Yi Zhonghai raised his hand and took a puff of cigarette, frowned and said, "Do you have the money to buy it? You still owe me eighty-five yuan. When do you plan to pay it back?"

"I'm afraid I won't be able to pay it back in a while." Jiang Pingan shook his head and said bluntly, adding:

"At the same time, I want to borrow some more from you. You know I don't have any savings, but this radio ticket has been delivered to me. I don't want to buy it, and I feel itchy."

"That's true!" Yi Zhonghai nodded and said, "Then you wait for me to get off work, and go back to the courtyard to find me."

Yi Zhonghai had nothing to worry about when he lent the money to Jiang Ping'an.

Although Jiang Pingan spends money lavishly, every time he asks him to borrow money, it is for business. Apart from smoking and drinking, he usually has no other bad habits.

Moreover, after Jiang Ping'an borrowed money, he could pay it back quickly.

Even if you don't make it, you will say hello in advance, which is quite reputable.

Jiang Pingan said quickly: "Don't, I just happen to be free this afternoon, and I can't wait to buy the radio back. Go to the workshop and talk to other workers, and borrow some for me first."

"You're too shameless. If you enjoy it with you, I will not only lend you money, but also get in with favors?" Yi Zhonghai's face was full of black lines, and he was extremely speechless.

But for Yi Zhonghai, he is not afraid of being troubled by others, but he is afraid of being ignored by others.

For him who is looking for someone to take care of him everywhere, it is essential to have more spare tires.

And Jiang Ping'an often troubled him, which was a manifestation of closeness and trust. Yi Zhonghai was not unhappy, but very pleased.

"Hey..." Jiang Pingan laughed and said, "Who told you that you are the uncle in our yard? If I have difficulties, who can I turn to if I don't ask you?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and scolded with a smile: "You're still relying on me as a co-author, aren't you?"