The Institute of Mechanical Science is a scientific research unit and a technical unit.
There are more than 900 people in the hospital, and only more than 100 are engaged in non-scientific research work.
These people include people from the security department, logistics support personnel and hospital office staff, and the other more than 700 people are all scientific researchers.
Although Yang Jun doesn't understand technology, he knows the importance.
That is, non-scientific researchers can move around at will, but real scientific researchers will never move around.
Although he arranges this and mobilizes that, he does not touch any of those scientific researchers.
Arranging the stones was just a matter of his words.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Jun returned to his seat and continued chatting with him.
"Shitou, your current job is to complete the logistics work of the institute. As for the steel rolling mill, you can stop first."
"However, if you can help me at the grain store, I won't hide it from you. They are all my family members there..."
Before Yang Jun could finish speaking, Shitou smiled and said,
"Uncle Yang, you don't need to say anything, I already knew this."
"Don't worry, I will provide the grain store with no less than five thousand kilograms of supplies every month. What do you think?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he clapped his hands and said, "Then what else can I say? Thank you, Uncle Yang."
After saying that, I toasted him with tea instead of wine.
"Uncle Yang, we are all neighbors in the same courtyard, so we are talking about this out of context," Shitou said.
"You're right, Uncle Yang is too outspoken. If you encounter any troubles in the future, you can come to me."
"Then thank you Uncle Yang first."
Yang Jun finally figured it out. The reason why Shitou clamored to follow him was because he had a fancy for his ability and could protect him.
After such a long time of squandering supplies, this guy has no shortage of money in his hands. Now he no longer worries about money and starts to manage his own future.
After chatting with Shitou for a while, he left.
After he left, Yang Jun returned to his seat, opened the drawer, and put all the things Shitou gave him into the space.
He was not greedy for those snacks, but the top quality Huazi made him jealous.
Compared with this, the internal copies of Huazi in his own space are just a pile of grass.
Yes, it is originally tobacco.
Just as she put things into the copy space, the office door rang and Huang Yani came in.
"Director, Master Zhang from the cafeteria is looking for you."
After she finished speaking, she pursed her lips and smiled.
Seeing how hard she endured it, Yang Jun joked,
"Stop holding it back, tell me something funny and I'll be happy too."
Huang Yani looked back, then walked over and whispered,
"Master Zhang said he was bringing you lunch, do you know what he brought?"
Before she finished speaking, she couldn't help laughing again.
"What are you giving?" Yang Jun said.
"Mud."
Huang Yani said in her mouth and made gestures with her hands.
"I don't know if you can finish such a big piece of mud."
"Ha ha!"
After saying that, he covered his mouth and smiled again.
Yang Jun saw her trembling smile and was a little worried whether the two steamed buns would fall from the pot.
"Stop laughing, please invite Master Zhang in quickly." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.
"Okay, Dean."
Huang Yani left with a smile.
After a while, Zhang Zhiyang, the chef of the cafeteria, came in with a smile.
Sure enough, his hand was holding an oval-shaped piece of hardened mud just as Huang Yani described.
However, Yang Jun could tell what it was at a glance.
This is the beggar's chicken.
Huang Yani was laughing at others just now. It turns out that she herself is ignorant.
"Hello, Dean."
As soon as Zhang Zhiyang entered the room, he smiled and bowed to him.
"I saw that you were not used to the food in the cafeteria, so I specially roasted a beggar's chicken and brought it to you."
Yang Jun took the clay ball, and there was still a faint heat coming from it. It must have just been out of the oven.
"I said, Lao Zhang, you are serious."
Yang Jun was not polite and thanked him directly.
Zhang Zhiyang is in his thirties and looks older than him. It is not an exaggeration for Yang Jun to call him Lao Zhang.
"It's what I should do to relieve the dean's worries." Zhang Zhiyang said with a shy smile.
Yang Jun knew this guy well, he was very naughty and loved to joke.
"Okay, stop flattering me. Even if you talk nonsense, I won't promote you." Yang Jun said with a smile.
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and motioned for him to sit down.
"Hey, Dean, I don't dare to make such a request. I'm just a cook. I'm satisfied if I can prepare meals well."
"Okay, not bad, I have consciousness."
Yang Jun said: "But one code equals one code. I'm very grateful that you can give me food, but you can't break the rules. You still have to collect the money that should be charged."
After saying that, Yang Jun took out two yuan and two kilograms of meat coupons from his pocket and handed them over.
"Dean, I can't accept this money. This is just what I want..."
Yang Jun's face sank and he said: "If you don't accept the money, just take the beggar chicken back."
"Dean, this..."
Yang Jun waved his hand and said: "Okay, it's not easy for you either. With that little salary a month, you can't afford to do this."
"Dean, I..."
Yang Jun's face sank, and Zhang Zhiyang quickly collected the money.
"Dean, look at me...am I just trying to sell beggar's chicken to you?" Zhang Zhiyang said with a grimace.
"Okay, stop being pretentious and send me two more beggar chickens tomorrow."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he specifically warned: "Don't come in so arrogantly like today. If you have any questions, please see my driver. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Dean." Zhang Zhiyang said sarcastically.
After talking about the beggar's chicken, the two started chatting.
"Dean, speaking of which, we are still destined to be together."
"Oh, how do you say this?" Yang Jun raised his eyebrows and asked curiously.
"My master is Zhao Tiancheng, and my senior sister is Zhao Juhua. Do you think we are destined to be together?" Zhang Zhiyang said with a smile.
"oh?"
Yang Jun was startled, and then suddenly realized,
"Oh, let's not mention it. It's quite fate. I didn't expect you to be Master Zhao's apprentice. I guess your cooking skills are not bad."
Just because he was Zhao Tiancheng's apprentice, Yang Jun looked at him favorably.
What's more, Zhao Juhua is still working as a cook in his house, which seems quite fateful.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When it comes to cooking, Zhang Zhiyang's thin body instantly straightened up.
"Dean, I'm not bragging to you. My cooking skills are no worse than my master's. I'll keep the food I made for you to eat this meal and think about the next one."
When Yang Jun heard this, he shook his head and smiled.
Seeing how he was boasting, he couldn't help but ask: "Since you are so good at cooking, why didn't you cook with your master in the State Guesthouse, and why did you come to the institute?"
When he mentioned this, Zhang Zhiyang's face suddenly fell.
"Dean, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I used to work well as a chef in the State Guesthouse, but it was my foul mouth that caused trouble. I offended the chef, so I was sent here."
Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.
This Zhang Zhiyang has quite a mouth, and he can be choked to death if he doesn't say a witticism for a while.
With his personality, he is the easiest to offend people.
"It's okay to make a joke normally, but you must be honest, otherwise I won't be able to protect you." Yang Jun said.
"Yes, yes, you must abide by your duties and never let the dean down."
After Zhang Zhiyang finished speaking, he glanced at Yang Jun secretly, and then said,
"Dean, I can guarantee you that there will never be any problems with the food. If there is a problem, you will blame me, but..."
When Zhang Zhiyang said this, there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.
When Yang Jun saw this, he sneered in his heart.
He has seen this kind of routine many times. It is nothing more than giving him eye drops while expressing his determination, and then reporting the crime to his colleagues.
However, Yang Jun did not expose him.
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are fights.
He wanted to see who Zhang Zhiyang would sue after he had been having a relationship with him for a long time.
"Just what?" Yang Jun asked in cooperation with him.
Sure enough, after Yang Jun finished speaking, a smile appeared on Zhang Zhiyang's lips. Although it was fleeting, it was still caught by Yang Jun.
"Dean, it's like this. Our canteen director Liang Jian often deducts food from employees..."
Yang Jun lit a cigarette and thought about it while listening to Zhang Zhiyang's confession to the canteen director Liang Jian.
There are two types of people who can complain.
One type is a villain, who sues his superiors and rises to the top himself.
The other type is an upright person who is not afraid of power and has the courage to speak out.
Obviously, a slippery person like Zhang Zhiyang definitely does not belong to the latter group.
Then he must have complained to Yang Jun for his own sake.
Yang Jun finished smoking a cigarette, but he was still talking about Liang Jian's crimes.
"I have a general understanding of the problem you mentioned. As for this matter, I will have people investigate it clearly. If there is any violation of laws and disciplines, I will not tolerate it." Yang Jun interrupted him.
"Dean, I guarantee with my personality that everything I tell you is the truth. If there is any untruth, I am willing to accept any punishment." Zhang Zhiyang promised.
"Okay, I understand, you can go back."
Yang Jun waved his hands and said.
"Okay, Dean, I'll go back first."
Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhiyang knew that he could not stay long, so he smiled and said goodbye.
Looking at his leaving figure, a sneer flashed across Yang Jun's lips.
It's impossible to use his hand to eliminate dissidents and get to the top at the same time.
He was about to replace Liang Jian, but Zhang Zhiyang took the initiative to provide him with evidence.
Yang Jun wanted him to know what it meant to make wedding clothes for others.
Just as Zhang Zhiyang left, the office door rang, and Huang Yani came in with a smile on her face.
"Dean, I came to see you perform eating mud..."
Before he finished speaking, he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.
Yang Jun's mouth was full of oil and he was chewing on a chicken leg.
"Eat something?" Yang Jun said sideways.
Huang Yani swallowed hard, but still made a sound.
"Are you rich?" Huang Yani whispered.
Yang Jun smiled, broke off another chicken leg and handed it to her.
"This chicken weighs nearly three kilograms. I can't eat it by myself."
Huang Yani looked at Yang Jun, then walked over sheepishly.
"It's a shameful waste, then... let me help you solve it."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes.
Why is this girl so out of touch today?
Normally, I have never seen her so reserved.
"Is this chicken good?" Yang Jun asked.
"Yes, Not Bad."
Huang Yani's mouth was bulging, she kept nodding her head and slurring her words: "It tastes much better than the chicken I cooked."
"Have you made chicken?" Yang Jun asked in surprise.
Huang Yani was about to nod.
But when he saw the teasing look in Yang Jun's eyes, he suddenly understood.
"Dean, you are so bad. Why are you becoming more and more deviant?"
"Huh, I'm ignoring you."
After saying that, he directly picked up the remaining half of the chicken and walked away humming.
Yang Jun looked at her leaving figure with an innocent look on his face.
What he is talking about is not chicken, but the cooked chicken...
