Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 82 Copy Bicycle

Yang Jun drove Yang Mei and the three of them to the gate of the steel rolling mill, and then went to pick up Yi Qiushui for work.

I don’t know if it was due to Yang Jun’s influence, but Yi Qiushui’s temperament is becoming more and more like him, and she has become more and more lazy. Since going to work, she has rarely been late and left early a few times, and there are things in the medical department. She left it directly to the deputy section chief, and she spent the whole day in Yang Jun's office.

This is how people are, the higher your status and the greater your power, the greater the freedom you enjoy.

Why do people constantly pursue power and status?
The purpose is to reduce the constraints on oneself by the rules of this world.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui are also such people.

Some people would like to say, shouldn't people in this era be hardworking, simple and selfless?
Haha, if you are serious, you will lose.

All I can tell you is that I have watched too many TV series.

At any time, rules will divide people into three types.

The first type is those who create rules, the second type is those who look for loopholes in the rules and wander around the edges of the rules, and the last type is the kind of people who abide by the rules.

Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui now belong to the second type of people. They use the regulations of the steel rolling mill to constantly find more free time for themselves without delaying their work.

Yang Jun traveled through time and yearned for a highly liberal civilization, while Yi Qiushui, who had returned from studying abroad, was naturally not the kind of person who stuck to the rules. Together, the two of them could be said to be truly like-minded.

The two of them have the same hobbies and have an eclectic and free-spirited personality. It can be said that they are a natural fit when they come together.

After going to work, Yi Qiushui went to the infirmary to show up, and then came to Yang Jun's office for tea.

Yang Jun has a stove here and a top-notch Biluochun. The two of them can drink it for a whole day with just one pot.

"I'm hungry. I'll go to the canteen to buy food."

Yi Qiushui touched her belly and said coquettishly.

Yang Jun raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was almost time for lunch.

"It's a cold day, I'd better go. What do you want to eat?"

Yang Jun stood up and packed away the enamel jar and chopsticks, then turned around and asked.

Yi Qiushui got up and filled up the water in the enamel tank. When Yang Jun came back, it was just right to drink.

She walked up to Yang Jun, put her arms around Yang Jun's neck, raised her feet to be at eye level with Yang Jun, pursed her lips, and said coquettishly,

"Can I order food?"

"That's necessary. You have forgotten that Silly Zhu is the royal chef of our family."

Yang Jun put his arm around her waist and said domineeringly.

After eating Sha Zhu's food several times, Yi Qiu Shui's appetite was whetted, and she couldn't even get interested in the food in the cafeteria that was light on soup and lacked vegetables.

"I hate it, don't say that about Master He. He has cooked for us so many times." Yi Qiushui punched his chest twice with her little fist.

"Okay, tell me what you want to eat." Yang Jun said helplessly.

"You can eat anything, as long as it's cooked by Master He."

"Okay." Yang Jun let go of her, returned to his desk, and took some money and tickets from the drawer.

Ever since he got together with Yi Qiushui, he had deliberately concealed the matter of space. When he was not doing anything, he was always thinking about how to avoid arousing suspicion from others.

For example, he put seven or eight enamel jars in the office, put some money and tickets in the drawer, and negotiated with Shazhu. Whenever anyone asked Yang Jun if he had asked him to cook, he would have to say yes.

Of course, the reason why Silly Zhu was willing to help was because of the brotherly relationship between them and because Yang Jun gave him a bicycle ticket.

Yang Jun usually asked Sha Zhu to cook, and it was not for nothing. He always brought more ingredients, and in the end, Sha Zhu was able to get one or two lunch boxes.

No, since he got in touch with Ran Qiuye, even if Yang Jun didn't go to Silly Zhu, he would cook two vegetables at noon every day and send them to Ran Qiuye.

Yang Jun took the enamel jar out of the office building and came to a secluded place. He looked around and took out his bicycle from the copy space.

After Wang Dashuan was arrested, his bicycle was recovered, but it was stored in his space. After that incident, he figured out something.

He had always struggled with the issue of bicycle tickets before, but he had never thought about replicating the bicycle. After the bicycle was lost and recovered, he figured out the reason. Other people's bicycles cannot be copied, but his own bicycle can be copied.

Even if the bicycle is lost in the future, he only needs to take one out of the space. Even if someone finds two identical bicycles, he is not afraid, because the stamp on the bicycle is his name registered at the police station, and the others are. Counterfeit.

He planned to not only copy his own bicycle, but also copy Yang Mei's bicycle in two days.

The office building is also a few hundred meters away from the canteen. Yang Jun's leg injury has not healed, so he can't walk too far, and driving is too arrogant, so he can only ride a bicycle.

Originally, there were copied meals in his space, but he didn't want to arouse suspicion, so he could only secretly take out a pound of pork, half a pound of beef, and a bunch of green vegetables from the space.

In this cold northern city, there is no convenient logistics, so it is difficult to find vegetables out of season.

Yang Jun only found this small green vegetable after visiting the pigeon market several times. The small green vegetable was grown by an old man in his greenhouse. As soon as it appeared in the pigeon market, people robbed the green vegetable like crazy. The price is more expensive than meat, selling for [-] yuan per catty.

Yang Jun came to a canteen, parked his car, and carried his things into the kitchen.

"Director Yang, are you looking for my master to cook?"

Ma Hua saw Yang Jun at a glance, saw that he was carrying something in his hand, and said with a flattering look on his face.

"Yes, Master Ma." Yang Jun smiled.

"Director Yang, please don't call me that. I'm still an apprentice now, and I haven't reached the time to cook alone. Just call me by my name."

Ma Hua saw that Yang Jun was approachable and did not pretend to be a leader. He called him Master Ma every time he came. This flattered him. Moreover, he was very happy to see Yang Jun. Every time Yang Jun came, he would also take advantage of him. , after his master Shazhu filled the lunch box, all the rest belonged to him.

People like the people in the cafeteria and the kitchen have long been accustomed to leaders running small stoves, especially senior leaders like Yang Jun. None of them come here every two days to have a meal.

Although they pay and ticket every time they come, everyone knows that these are just a formality, and when they come back, they will immediately go to the Finance Department for reimbursement.

The factory takes care of senior leaders like them, and allocates a sum of money every month as a subsidy. At the same time, the factory also provides additional entertainment expenses.

Don't tell me that these things couldn't have happened in such a simple era.

That's because you stand at the bottom and use your own thinking to measure the people at the top.

Rules are always set by those at the top for those at the bottom.

(End of this chapter)