Siheyuan Started as a Shoe Repairman.

Siheyuan: Start as a shoe repairman and enter the ministry In the 1950s, in the depths of Nanluogu Alley in Forty-Nine City, Chen Yang was guarding the ancestral shoe repair stall, with an awl in his hand piercing through the bottom of the thousand layers, but the chess game was reflected in his eyes. Everyone thought he was a poor shoemaker until he repaired the imported leather shoes of a cadre at the Ministry of Industry and casually pointed out the fatal flaw in the Soviet drawings. When the sewing machine factory lamented the scrapped parts, the weird molds he knocked at night gave the scraps a new life; when the street director was worried about the backlog of supplies, the scheduling plan he wrote on the back of the cigarette box alarmed the municipal party committee secretary. From a street activist to a district industrial and commercial consultant, he took a hammer and knocked on the iron door of the system. In the courtyard, the calculating neighbors gradually discovered that if they wanted to take advantage of the shoe repairman, they had to first ask the steel rolling mill for the banners they were competing to send, and weigh the weight of the model worker medal. Chen Yang twisted the hemp rope and chuckled: "If my hands can hold the soles of shoes, I can give the new China industry a pair of shoes that fit well." When he stood in front of the ministry building, he still had the polished thimble in his tunic suit pocket - the deeper the grass roots are rooted, the more he knows how to carry a heavy burden. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.