"Old Liu, Old Yan, don't ask them for compensation of 30 or 5 yuan. Here's what I'll say: Zhu Zi will give Xu Damao 30 yuan, but Xu Damao must provide a statement that all past issues are wiped clean and that Zhu Zi and Dong Xu have nothing to do with any consequences arising from them. Is that acceptable?"
As an elder statesman, Yi Zhonghai, though supposedly avoiding the issue, still carried considerable weight when he spoke. Moreover, Yi Zhonghai cunningly saved Jia Dongxu money and absolved him of responsibility.
Since Jia Zhangshi saw that her family didn't have to pay any money, she didn't cause any trouble.
Seeing that Xu Damao did not raise any objections, the two elderly men sitting on the two platforms agreed to the request.
"Thank you to my second and third uncles for upholding justice for me and restoring fairness and justice to my life."
Xu Damao, seeing that he had received the compensation, which was beyond his expectations, didn't care whether the other party apologized or not, and took the opportunity to praise Liu Haizhong and Yan Fugui.
To live a peaceful life in this compound, and lacking the legendary martial arts skills and magical powers found in novels, Xu Damao could only resort to alliances and unite the majority he could. Some novels depict killing or maiming victims, or demanding hundreds of yuan in compensation, but Xu Damao didn't believe he had that kind of ability; even 30 yuan was somewhat unexpected.
With this 30 yuan, plus some of my previous wages, I can go to the black market tonight to buy some food to store. In the future, I'll need to save money and buy more in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Xu Damao, this time traveler, didn't have a system for producing food, so he had to earn money bit by bit and stockpile food and vegetables in advance. Sigh, the most pathetic time traveler in history is born.
That evening, Xu Damao didn't wait for Yan Fugui to come to his door; he directly delivered the 4.5 yuan note.
"Da Mao, you're too impatient. I trust you, you can give it to me anytime."
Yan Fugui said this, but he clutched the money tightly in his hand. This was a windfall, enough to feed his family for many days.
"Da Mao, if you ever need anything, just ask your Third Uncle. He'll make sure you get it all sorted out."
"You old bastard, do you still want me to beat up Sha Zhu?" Xu Damao thought to himself.
After leaving Yan Fugui's house, Xu Damao went to his second uncle's house again before going home. His second uncle wasn't greedy for such a small amount of money, but he was very pleased with compliments.
After Xu Damao's flattery, Second Uncle became Xu Damao's protector.
I went to the black market in the middle of the night and bought a lot of supplies, which almost made me late for work the next day. Luckily, I had a bicycle, so I made it to the factory as fast as I could.
Xu Damao is currently a clerk in the film screening group of the propaganda department, but he is actually still a worker, and his monthly salary is 33 yuan.
His current status is actually quite awkward. Because of his worker status, he's generally not eligible for a promotion. Of course, it's not guaranteed; he could "serve as a worker in lieu of a cadre position" and then go through the procedures to transfer to cadre status. You can imagine the effort and difficulty involved.
Once you become a deputy section chief, you can participate in a series of benefits, such as housing allocation within the factory.
Whether it's Xu Damao who traveled from another era or the memories he inherited from his predecessor, going to the workshop is out of the question; he can only show movies and maybe do some administrative work if he has the chance. If he can become a leader, he definitely should, at least to escape the group of people in the courtyard.
Once in his office, he first boiled some water, made himself a cup of instant noodles, and then leisurely flipped through the old newspapers. He was practically the only person in the projection team's office; Xu Damao was essentially benefiting from the projector.
About half an hour later, after drinking tea and reading the newspaper, Xu Damao checked the time and went to the section chief's office next door.
The Publicity Department, Personnel Department, and Education Department are all subordinate to the factory's Organization Department and are overseen by the factory's Deputy Secretary.
The current section chief is Gao Jin, who is in his forties. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was a teacher and had beautiful handwriting. Later, the factory specifically recruited him to handle propaganda work. Initially, he was responsible for writing various propaganda slogans on the walls, and later he gradually rose to the position of section chief.
"Section Chief, are you busy?" Xu Damao saw that Gao Jin's office door was open, knocked, and went in. He lit a cigarette for Gao Jin before sitting down.
"What brings you here today, kid?" Gao Jin took a deep breath and then asked.
In the past, when Xu Damao reached marriageable age, he would spend his days hanging around the female colleagues in the broadcasting room or other offices, rarely going to Gao Jin's place.
"Section Chief, are you complaining that I don't come to report on my work enough? Boss, I'll definitely correct that and come to ask for instructions and report every day from now on," Xu Damao said with a grin.
What I really wanted to say was, "Follow the leader and you'll get nine meals in three days," but these kinds of jokes are still not allowed in this day and age.
"You seem to be in a good mood today. Looks like you got a lot of good stuff from showing movies in the countryside," Gao Jin said, seemingly jokingly.
"Oh no, this is a warning to me." Xu Damao realized that there was a hidden meaning in Gao Jin's words. It seemed that his predecessor's bad habit of accepting things from his fellow villagers was quite serious, and someone had reported it to the factory. Gao Jin was pointing fingers at him.
And that was indeed the case. At that time, rural areas had almost no projection equipment, so these large factories took on a certain projection task. Many village leaders would give the projectionists some local specialties in order to watch more movies. But with projectionists around, it became somewhat coercive; if they didn't give them something, they would show fewer movies or older ones.
Xu Damao followed in his father's footsteps and learned his father's ways very well. He was quite sensible in this regard and did not do too much outrageous behavior.
But the projectionist taking local specialties was like a cook bringing leftovers—it became a perk. Xu Damao was the only projectionist in the factory now; before, it was Xu's father. Naturally, this aroused jealousy among the factory staff, who then started reporting on him.
"Speaking of which, Section Chief, I've noticed you have a problem with me. How come other groups have at least several people, but my projection group only has one person? I can't even find an apprentice to help me carry the projector."
Xu Damao seized the opportunity to make this request. This was something he had thought of yesterday. If he wanted to climb the ranks, he couldn't become irreplaceable.
Previously, Xu's father and Xu Damao strictly controlled the projector, not giving others the opportunity to learn, fearing that someone else would take away their job and rural benefits. But once someone becomes the only "expert," they are basically confined to that one position, with no possibility of job rotation or promotion.
Xu Damao's initiative to add more people to the projection team is actually a favor to the section chief, since the projectionist position is extremely sought after these days.
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