Siheyuan: Recycle All Things and Angrily Attack the Beasts in the Courtyard

Zhao Dahai, the new purchasing chief of the steel rolling mill, woke up and found that all four rooms in his house had been moved, but the beasts in the yard were all pretending to be deaf and mute. As soon as I took over Sangu, I was given so many tasks that I couldn't even use a bicycle. Do you want to take a break from this day? Some people refused to agree. Fortunately, God has provided a recycling system. The in-demand materials with inflated prices can be resold at multiple times profit. The monthly salary of seventy yuan is enough, but what Zhao Dahai wants is to live a more dignified life than anyone else. But in this courtyard, people who are eyeing his house have lined up. Yi Zhonghai wants to take advantage of it, Jia Zhang wants to occupy it, and Qin Huairu is still standing outside the window with a basin, waiting for him to relent. Only a fool would make a second fool's post. No matter how well those people calculated, they couldn't predict what cards he was holding. Someone stole something at home? Easy to handle. Is someone trying to steal the purchasing channel? OK. Fifty bottles of Xifeng wine can be turned into a thousand yuan in cash overnight, and even this little storm can't capsize his boat. The house needs to be renovated, the work needs to stand firm, and more importantly, the days ahead must not be left to be pinched. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.