Liu Guangtian is not that difficult to control. Although he is not a good person, at least he has some bottom line.

Liu Guangtian left excitedly. He admired Li Qinghe very much.

In the past, people like them were the lowest class of people, not even common people.

The term "common people" still refers to those who can read and write and are qualified to take the imperial examinations.

Those street urchins are hooligans, the kind of hooligans that mean "hooligans".

Those who have no fixed residence and no proper job are collectively called "hooligans", so the people who flee are called refugees.

But Li Qinghe is different. He has already escaped from the common people class, which is already very remarkable.

......

In the workshop, He Yuzhu was packing up and getting ready to go off work when Qin Huairu ran over and nudged him with her elbow.

"Hey, you know, Xu Damao went up."

"What's the matter? Just go up. You told me that. Can he really go to the sky?" He Yuzhu replied nonchalantly without stopping his hands.

"You can't tell the difference between good and bad words. So you go up and become the deputy leader of the patrol team." Qin Huairu rolled her eyes at him unhappily.

He Yuzhu paused and turned his head abruptly, "You said he became the deputy team leader? With his condition, he is still the deputy team leader?! Are the factory leaders blind? How can such a person be the deputy team leader?"

"Keep your voice down!" Qin Huairu quickly grabbed him and lowered her voice, "He's the leader now. If you talk like that, be careful that someone in the workshop will tell on you."

Even though many people look down on Xu Damao, it doesn't stop people from trying to curry favor with him. After all, he is a leader and has some power in his hands.

He Yuzhu felt uncomfortable and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Okay, it's time to get off work, buddy, let's go."

Given his relationship with Xu Damao, the other party would definitely cause trouble for him regardless of whether someone reported him or not.

In that case, there is nothing to worry about.

On the way home, He Yuzhu felt more and more uncomfortable.

Now Xu Damao has become the leader, and after so much time has passed, Director Li has no intention of letting him return to the cafeteria, which makes him unhappy.

He thought that since he was the mainstay of the steel mill canteen, he should have some say.

But in the end, there was no movement at all, as if they didn't take him seriously at all.

I had originally thought that if I wanted him to return to the cafeteria, I would have to ask Director Li’s mistress Liu Lan to apologize to him and let her know that she was not someone who could be easily manipulated.

But as time went on, he began to get anxious.

The reason was naturally the matter of Xu Damao's mortal enemy and his search for a wife.

Xu Damao was his mortal enemy. Not only did he not get promoted when he was promoted, he was even demoted. How could he save face like that?

Another thing is that blind dates always fail during this period.

I like him and don't mind his job, but his conditions are too bad, and he's too old and not good-looking.

How could he like someone who was fat, short, or ugly?

The one he liked, when people asked about his job, well, he was a worker, but he was quite old and not even a first-class worker. The key point was that he was having an affair with a widow. How dare he make such high demands?

Even if he said that he would be transferred back to the canteen soon, people wouldn't believe him. Can you transfer someone who has been demoted by the factory director back just because you say so?

Besides, I will be a cook when I return home, so what's there to be proud of?

Those who were favored by He Yuzhu all had good conditions. At the very least, they had city hukou, had a decent job, and were good-looking.

There are so many people like this, why would you choose him?

So, He Yuzhu was left alone and couldn't find a wife.

Looking at others who are in pairs, having wives and children to accompany them after work, he is all alone, practicing his craft at night. How miserable he is.

It would be strange if he wasn't anxious.