In the office, when Zhao Guoyang was about to comfort Xu Dongfeng, the phone rang on the desk.

I picked it up and heard it was called by Director Mu.

"Guoyang, are you in the office? Come here for me." Mu Aijun's tone couldn't hear his joy and anger.

Zhao Guoyang responded, put down the phone, patted Xu Dongfeng on the shoulder, and walked out.

Zhao Guoyang could also guess what was going on from the quarrels that had just been heard from Director Mu's phone call.

Dividing a house is certainly a good thing, but it can easily cause disputes.

When people involve their own interests, they will more or less argue with reason. This is human nature and nothing wrong.

When Director Mu was in the army, he always obeyed orders and obeyed commands. Now, although he is used to saying everything in the factory, he lacks experience in dealing with such complex problems. I think he is already overwhelmed by this moment.

Although he had enough mental preparation, when Zhao Guoyang arrived at the factory, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

The leader of the welding group, Liu Linzhi, member Zhou Jingfang, workshop director Zhang Fusheng and others were all surrounded by a lot of discussion.

There are a large group of workers in the workshop next to you, and I have been quarreling endlessly.

Lian Hongjun, the chairman of the trade union, explained a few words to everyone, and was soon obscured by everyone's voices.

"Even the Red Army, we don't want to listen to your explanation. Please let Director Mu, Zhang Shu* come over and talk to us!" A worker shouted.

Zhao Guoyang knew this man. His name was Lao Fan. He was a technical worker in the factory. He had been in the factory for more than 30 years, almost twice as big as Zhao Guoyang.

The first time Zhao Guoyang knew about dividing a house was when he heard from another old employee named Qin on the way.

I saw the old fan squatting his waist, crossing his neck, and saying in a rough voice: "Even the Red Army, didn't the factory agree on the technical title and the level of work and the experience of entering the factory are also considered in the comprehensive consideration of house allocation. My old fan has been in the factory for more than 30 years and is a technical job, so why is it only given a 90 square meter? I am not convinced!"

"That's right, I've been in the factory for twenty years. How did I get an eighty square meters? How did your factory distribute it?" Another voice also echoed next to me.

Zhao Guoyang also feels familiar with this voice. Isn’t it that old Qin?

Last time, I seemed to hear these two people say that as long as I get ninety square meters, I will be satisfied if I get eighty square meters.

Who knew that now that things are coming, but I have red eyes and want something better.

Seeing these people's faces were red and thick necks, and they looked unyielding, Zhao Guoyang sighed secretly and turned around to go upstairs.

A group of people were making noise downstairs, and Zhao Guoyang walked upstairs. This action naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Some sharp-eyed people had seen Zhao Guoyang clearly, and couldn't help but talk, "Hey, isn't that Section Chief Xiao Zhao? Did anyone notice it in the announcement just now? How big is the house he assigned? Ninety square meters or one hundred square meters?"

"Section Chief Xiao Zhao? Zhao Guoyang? It seems that he didn't see these two levels!" A man stared at the notice over there and blinked his eyes.

"Giant salamander, your eyes are really not good. Isn't this the top of it clearly written in black and white? Zhao Guoyang, a big house of 120 square meters! Just like several factory-level leaders!" A worker jumped out of the crowd and pointed to the six names in the first row and said loudly.

"Ah!" Originally, everyone only noticed the size of their own house and had no time to care about others.

Now I suddenly heard that Zhao Guoyang, a young junior, had been assigned to the highest-end house of 120 square meters, and everyone was suddenly uneasy.

Lao Fan, who spoke before, couldn't help but sarcastically, "Haha, it's so good, the factory is really brilliant. The best house was actually distributed to the young kids. On the contrary, we, who have worked hard all our lives, can only live in the third-level house, which is really disappointing."

"Yes, yes, that's the reason! How could Zhao Guoyang live in a big house of 120 square meters? Even if he is a department head, he should be 100 square meters. The factory said that he was not special, so why did he change his mind when he got to Zhao Guoyang?" A voice next to him said sarcastically.

Everyone looked in the voice and saw Huang Xiaohua, who was from the technical department, standing in the middle of the crowd with an indignant look on his face.

Although the workers in the workshop did not know the conflict between Huang Xiaohua and Zhao Guoyang, these people were old people. After thinking about it for a moment, they knew the reason.

Huang Xiaohua and Zhao Guoyang, one is the yesterday yellow flower of the Technical Department, and the other is the future star.

These two people meet, just like Mars hitting the Earth. How can they have a better place?

Originally, Huang Xiaohua assigned a house of 90 square meters, but he was still complacent.

But seeing that Zhao Guoyang was treated the same as several factory-level cadres, he felt unbalanced in his heart.

Taking advantage of everyone's quarrel, Huang Xiaohua jumped out and criticized Zhao Guoyang, which would mean to use the masses to attack Zhao Guoyang.

Unfortunately, none of the people who dared to make trouble in the workshop were Yi Yu. Huang Xiaohua's little thoughts were seen through at a glance.

Speaking of which, everyone still has a good impression of Zhao Guoyang, a young man.

This young man is capable, works seriously, and treats people politely. When he meets everyone on weekdays, he is always the master and the master is short. Even if he is the head of the technical department, there is no change at all.

Liu Linzhi, Zhang Fusheng and others also promote Zhao Guoyang's ability in the welding group and workshop from time to time.

With Zhao Guoyang's rocket-like promotion speed, even if these workers in the workshop are dissatisfied with the distribution plan in the factory, they will not be inconsistent with him.

Because of these reasons, everyone was curious about Zhao Guoyang's assignment to a big house, but they didn't envy, jealous and hatred.

In contrast, Huang Xiaohua is not very good in everyone's impression.

This guy has always had eyes on his head and is used to being arrogant and likes to show off everyone he sees.

No one of these old fried dough sticks present is a fool, and of course they will not be used by Huang Xiaohua for nothing.

At this time, after Huang Xiaohua spoke up, someone blocked him, "Xiaohua, we can't control the matter of Section Chief Zhao, we only care about our own house."

"That's right, everyone swept away the snow in front of the door, so why bother with the frost on others?" Another voice echoed.

"Yes, Huang Xiaohua. The factory allocates a house of such a big size for Section Chief Xiao Zhao, which may be because he is thinking of being a factory-level cadre. You should know more about these than us?"

Hua Guosheng, who had been crowded in the crowd and had no words, also said: "Yes, Xiao Huang, Guoyang is your leader no matter how you say this. It's a bit unkind to say such things behind him..."

"I...this..."

Everyone's words, my words of heart-killing words caught Huang Xiaohua off guard and looked embarrassed.
Chapter completed!