At this moment, I am afraid that a whole hospital meeting will be held directly to oppress Zhou Jimin with all kinds of moral principles.

If you force him to agree directly, why should you feel so aggrieved now?

Seeing Zhou Jimin smiling, Qin Huairu thought he had agreed.

I couldn't help but feel a little proud in my heart, you're just a little brat, why don't you have to be obedient and humble?

Then, after Zhou Jimin laughed.

He shook his head slowly and sighed.

Qin Huairu's heart suddenly trembled: This kid's character can't be so strong, right?

She forgot that Zhou Jimin was a sixteen-year-old boy.

The rebellious character of young people is the most troublesome.

And no one else in the Zhou family can control Zhou Jimin.

"Xiao Dangma, this is the last time I call you." The Zhou family spoke slowly.

With just one sentence, everyone present frowned.

Yi Zhonghai secretly thought it was not good, Liu Haizhong still held the teapot and drank water, while Yan Bugui looked on with a smile.

Children from the Wang family, the Yan family in the front yard, the middle and back yards and other families stood on tiptoe from the windows or corridors to pay attention.

Meng Zhenhua and the other little kids all stared with wide eyes.

As long as there is a conflict, they will definitely rush out to help their father and Zhou Jimin.

"Only Xiaodang, I helped her. She is a three-year-old child, so I won't say anything."

"Banggeng stole my food, beat my younger brothers and sisters, Jia Zhang falsely accused me, Jia Dongxu ransacked my house, and you Qin Huairu also said you would never visit my house again, and our two families will no longer have contact with each other."

"You, noble Qin Huairu, often forget things, but I remember all of them."

"Jia Dongxu is gone, the dead one is the most important, I won't say anything about him."

"But you said, let me help the Jia family?"

"I want to ask you, where did you get your face? Is your face as big as the moon?"

"Even if it's as big as the moon, isn't there a time when it can't be seen?"

"Qin Huairu, tell me, why should I help you?"

In the last sentence, Zhou Jimin scolded him directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wangcai rushed out.

The few people blocking the door were immediately dispersed.

The deaf old lady stopped pretending to be deaf and leaned to the side with her legs and feet flexibly.

Looking at the staggering people, Zhou Jimin smiled coldly.

He said to Meng Xiaoxing: "Old Meng, it's so late, go back to bed quickly."

The latter nodded, said nothing, turned around and went back.

Because Meng Xiaoxing knows about prosperity, his fighting power is much stronger than him.

Besides, Zhou Jimin is so smooth-talking.

The people in the courtyard are no match for him.

With Wangcai's help, He Yuzhu didn't dare to block the door anymore.

Prosperity can really bite people.

Even if it doesn't bite, it's still scary if it opens its bloody mouth.

Liang Jingru gave him courage, and He Yuzhu probably didn’t dare to confront Wangcai head-on.

Looking at Zhou Jimin and Wangcai, they disappeared leisurely through the gate of the middle courtyard.

Qin Huairu bit her lip and asked: Why don’t you help me?

She hates Zhou Jimin. He clearly has the strength, but he refuses again and again.

Why?

If Zhou Jimin knew what she was thinking, he wouldn't even bother to talk to her.

Zhou Jimin, a person who only knows how to find reasons from others and never reflects on himself, will be in vain even if he talks about it.

Almost everyone in the courtyard knows what happened tonight.

Living here, there are basically no secrets.

If yes, then what does Wangcai eat? Does the Zhou family eat meat every day? What else does Zhou Jimin do? Wait.

Yan Bugui's mouth was bitter, and today he was trying to fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain.

It also completely offended Zhou Jimin.

It’s over.

There is no reason to plot against Zhou Jimin anymore.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the bangs.

After all, for official fans, what’s the point of not being an official?

So what if I offend Zhou Jimin?

His bangs should be eaten and slept, and it will not affect his salary as a seventh-level worker.

By the way, the worker rank examination will start in March. I don’t know if I can be promoted to level eight this time?

Zhou Jimin really wanted to say, your bangs are the destiny of a seventh-level worker, go to bed quickly, you will have everything in your dreams.

By the way, He Yuzhu also went to sleep, and he really had everything in his dream.

He even dreamed that he was about to have a wedding with Qin Huairu, but who knew that a thunder in the sky woke him up.

It turns out it’s dawn.

This morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Lightning and thunder, the so-called spring rain is as precious as oil, the first thunder of spring in the capital city came a little early.

Standing at the door of his home, Zhou Jimin looked up at the sky. Not only did he not smile, but his brows knitted together.

Since the Spring Festival till now, it has not snowed or rained again.

The sudden thunder seems to be a good signal, but Zhou Jimin always feels that it is not that simple.

Sure enough, I waited all morning.

Thunder rang several times in the sky, but not a drop of rain fell.

Maybe a few drops fell elsewhere.

But it should be a few real drops.

It's terrible.

The saying comes true: the thunder is louder than the raindrops.

In the afternoon, Lao Liang from the First Laboratory came to see him with technicians.

"Constant flow valve technology?" Zhou Jimin was surprised, pointing to the technical information and said:

"Isn't this thing written very clearly? Don't you understand?"

Lao Liang was a little embarrassed, and several other technicians lowered their heads in shame.

Constant flow valve lighter technology, the small valve that controls the flame height is only the size of a grain of rice, which not only maintains flame stability and achieves technological breakthroughs, but also enables the internal gas to burn more fully.

The technical requirements are certainly not low.

Now there are only six eighth-level workers in the entire steel rolling mill.

But the eighth-level workers have their own things to be busy with, and it is impossible for them to lose their original jobs just to produce lighters.

After all, the steel rolling mill is a factory with steel production as its core.

Technicians are not level eight workers, but the requirements for constant flow valve technology are very high.

"No, why do you only have this last part of your information? What about the others?"

When Lao Liang took the information just now, Zhou Jimin felt something was wrong.

The thickness is wrong!

He knows exactly how many pages of technical information he copied and pasted.

"The factory director only gave us so much!" Lao Liang was puzzled. Zhou Jimin suddenly exploded and said:

"How does this old Yang do things?"

With that said, he angrily went to find Director Yang, but Lao Liang quickly stopped him.
To be continued...