Siheyuan: I just want to live

Chapter 115 Grandpa's Salary

The next day, the sun was already high in the sky and the sunlight shone into the room through the window. Only then did Chen Feng slowly wake up.

He stretched himself and rubbed his eyes, and saw that it was already half past seven. He got up slowly, washed up briefly, and then went to open the door of the scrap yard.

Afterwards, he walked slowly back to his residence, took out some vegetables from the space, and picked up a steamed bun.

Sitting at the table, eating breakfast, enjoying the tranquility of the early morning.

After finishing his meal, he wandered over to the message room and sat down to start his day’s work - guarding the gate.

Not long after, the employees of the scrap yard came to the office one after another. Everyone had a smile on their face and greeted each other, creating a relaxed and happy atmosphere.

When Sun Xiaojuan walked into the scrap yard, she deliberately glanced at Chen Feng with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Chen Feng and Sun Xiaojuan's eyes met unexpectedly. They looked at each other, and Chen Feng's heart suddenly beat faster.

He quickly looked away, lowered his head, pretended nothing had happened, opened the drawer, took out a novel reluctantly, and pretended to read it seriously.

However, his eyes always unconsciously glanced at Sun Xiaojuan, as if he had done something wrong.

Sun Xiaojuan seemed to notice Chen Feng's gaze. She smiled lightly, her steps became lighter, and she walked straight towards the finance office.

After seeing her leave, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone hanging in his heart had finally fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Chen Feng really wanted to slap himself hard, because he really couldn't understand why he was so afraid when facing Sun Xiaojuan.

It's just because I was teased by the other party yesterday. No matter how much I was teased, it won't hurt me, right?

So what was he afraid of? Thinking of this, Chen Feng couldn't help but shook his head, secretly annoyed.

After calming down, Chen Feng picked up the book in his hand again and began to read it with full concentration.

After all, in this boring guard room, there seems to be nothing else to do except reading.

I can neither go out for fun nor participate in other activities, so I can only pass the time by reading.

When it was almost noon, Master Lei suddenly ran over in a hurry.

When Chen Feng saw him coming, he thought something strange had happened in the courtyard again!

Chen Feng hurried out of the communication room and met Master Lei. Without waiting for Master Lei to speak, Chen Feng asked anxiously:

"Master Lei, you came to me in such a hurry, did something happen in the courtyard?"

Master Lei ran to Chen Feng panting, stopped, waved to Chen Feng and said.

"Boss, don't worry, nothing happened in the courtyard. It's just that when we were removing the roof, we found something in the gable. That's why I rushed to bring it to you!"

Chen Feng was relieved to hear that it wasn't the beasts in the courtyard causing trouble, but at the same time he was curious about what Master Lei said.

Chen Feng frowned, looking somewhat puzzled, but still said in a gentle tone, "Master Lei, what did you find? Why are you in such a hurry to come to the scrap yard to find me?"

Master Lei carefully took out a wooden box from his bag and handed it to Chen Feng with both hands. He said seriously:

"We found this when we were demolishing the gable. At the time, we thought it might be related to your family, so we never dared to open it and take a look. Now I'll leave it to you to handle. I hope it can be of some help to you."

Chen Feng quickly reached out his hand to take the wooden box and examined it carefully. The box looked very ordinary, and it didn't seem to be made of precious wood, and there was a small lock on it.

Chen Feng looked at Master Lei gratefully and said sincerely, "Thank you, Master Lei! You are so kind to come all the way to deliver it."

Master Lei waved his hand quickly and replied with a smile

"Don't say that. This is all our responsibility. Now that the things have been handed over to you, I should go back. If there is anything else you need help with, just let me know!"

When Chen Feng heard his words, he quickly said, "Master Lei, I'll take you there!"

Master Lei waved his hand and said, "Boss, please stay. I'll take my leave now!"

After Master Lei finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the scrap yard. Chen Feng followed him and sent him all the way to the gate, then watched him walk away.

At this time, Chen Feng returned to the message room. Looking at the small lock on the box, Chen Feng took out two small steel bars from the space.

Insert them between the lock beam and the lock body, then apply force lightly with an alternating force, and with a "click" sound, the lock beam will break.

Chen Feng removed the broken lock, threw it aside, and then opened the box.

There was no gold, silver or treasure in the box, but a stack of remittance certificates.

Chen Feng checked carefully and found that there was ten yuan on each remittance certificate and the address was the same, all over the country.

The remitter is Chen Fusheng. The most recent time was last year before my grandfather became seriously ill. He remitted money almost every month.

Seeing the thick stack of remittance certificates, Chen Feng was a little confused. Why did his grandfather, who was just a security guard, remit more than 100 yuan every month? How much was his grandfather's salary?

Thinking of this, Chen Feng immediately put the remittance certificate into the space, then left the communication room and walked towards Li Guotao's office.

Chen Feng came to the door of the office and pushed it open directly. He no longer followed the rules like he did when he first came to the scrap yard.

Li Guotao was sitting on a chair writing something at his desk. When he heard someone coming in, he looked towards the door and found it was Chen Feng.

So he closed the notebook, put away the steel plate, and then asked Chen Feng, "Chen Feng, why are you here instead of staying in the communication room?"

Chen Feng walked to Li Guotao's desk, pulled up a chair and sat down. Then he asked, "Stationmaster, do you know how much my grandfather earns every month?"

When Li Guotao heard Chen Feng's question, he was also a little confused as to why Chen Feng asked that. He did not answer Chen Feng immediately, but asked, "Chen Feng, why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Chen Feng chuckled and said, "Stationmaster, please tell me first, how much does my grandfather earn every month?"

Seeing Chen Feng still asking this, Li Guotao said, "The salary is 138 yuan, which is the salary for deputy director level. With the length of service, it should be more than 150 yuan."

After Li Guotao finished speaking, he continued to ask, "What happened to you today? Why did you think of asking this question?"

Chen Feng then showed an expression of realization. No wonder his grandfather could send out more than a hundred yuan every month. It turned out that his salary was so high!

Hearing Li Guotao's question again, Chen Feng lied and said, "Nothing, I just suddenly remembered it, so I asked."

Seeing him say that, Li Guotao said unhappily, "Any more questions? If not, get out! I still have work to do!"

When Chen Feng heard that Li Guotao was going to kick people out, he also prepared to leave, but his butt had already left the chair.

Suddenly Chen Feng seemed to have thought of something and sat down again. Then he asked Li Guotao with a smile, "Stationmaster, how much is your salary?"

Li Guotao frowned, wondering why Chen Feng suddenly cared about the salary today. So he asked, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly concerned about this?"

Chen Feng still said with a playful smile, "I just want to see your salary and level first, to see when I can get the same salary as yours!"

Li Guotao looked at Chen Feng's expression and thought that if he didn't talk to him today, Chen Feng might continue to pester him.

Thinking that he still had work to do, he said impatiently, "I get 110 yuan, a regular salary, plus seniority plus another 128 yuan."

Li Guotao added, "With your sloppy work attitude, you will never earn more than me in your lifetime!"

Chen Feng was very angry when he heard what Li Guotao said at first, but he thought about it and it made sense! By the time I retire, it would be good for you to be a deputy section chief. It is still a bit dangerous to be a section chief!

After knowing the answer, Chen Feng did not stop, but stood up and left his seat, saying to Li Guotao, "Stationmaster, I'm going back now!"

Li Guotao did not answer Chen Feng's words, but just waved his hand casually.

Seeing this, Chen Feng did not stop and started walking towards the door.

Arriving at the door and opening the office door, Chen Feng seemed to remember something. So he turned around and asked Li Guotao, "Stationmaster, you are a section-level official, how come you came to our scrap station, a section-level unit?"

When Li Guotao heard Chen Feng's question, his brows furrowed even deeper. He looked up at Chen Feng and said impatiently, "Get lost! I am happy with it! That's enough!"

When Chen Feng saw Li Guotao about to lose his temper, he quickly slipped out of the door, closed it, and then ran back to the message room.

After Chen Feng left, Li Guotao rubbed his brows, then opened the notebook and took out a pen.

But this time, he couldn't write a single word. Li Guotao closed the notebook again in frustration and put away his pen.

He packed up, picked up his briefcase, left the office, and rode his bike out of the scrap yard.

He is not in the mood to work now, so he leaves work early!

Chen Feng returned to the message room, took out the remittance certificate again, looked at the address on it, and prepared to continue to remit the money according to this address.

Now there is a question, which is whether I should write a letter to explain why I have not continued to remit money in the past few months.

Chen Feng thought about it for a long time and decided not to write a letter and just transfer the money directly.

Because if I write a letter in my own name, some people may not accept it. If I write in my grandfather's name, Chen Feng's handwriting is different from his grandfather's.

At noon, Chen Feng rode his bicycle to the post office. He remitted fifty yuan to each address according to the address on the remittance slip left by his grandfather.

If he remitted too much, Chen Feng was afraid that the other party would not accept it and would return it the same way.

After transferring the money, Chen Feng rode his bicycle to the steel mill outside the city.