Siheyuan: Sign in at the beginning and have full medical skills

Chapter 164 Two birds fighting is a joy to watch

"Level eight!"

Two words came out of Han Weimin's mouth lightly.

However, these two words fell in the heart of the third aunt, but they were like a thunder.

Old employees like Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong are rated at level 8, which is more or less acceptable to the third aunt.

But Han Weimin, a hairy boy with no hair at all, was rated an eighth grade.

Although the third aunt was only slightly surprised on her face, she was already screaming in her heart.

"You gave it an eighth grade?"

The lips of the third aunt who spoke were trembling a little.

Even Yan Fugui stretched his neck at this moment and stared at Han Weimin with a look of disbelief on his face.

Han Weimin nodded and said, "Yes."

Han Weimin's nod immediately caused a shocking wave in the front yard.

The third aunt forced a smile and said: "Oh, I really didn't realize that Xiao Han, you still have this ability."

Yan Fugui also crouched and echoed: "Xiao Han, you are amazing. You have become an eighth-level worker at the age of 20. Your future is limitless."

Yan Fugui was amazed from the bottom of his heart.

After all, Han Weimin is too young.

Several other residents in the front yard were also amazed and envious of Han Weimin.

Han Weimin sighed inwardly. This profession was only rated at level 8. If the highest level was level 10, he would still be able to achieve the highest level.

No one in the world can give him a grade for his medical skills.

When they arrived at the middle courtyard, the Jia family was lifeless.

Liu Haizhong, on the other hand, kept showing off his professional title to everyone.

Listening to the people around him constantly flattering him, Liu Haizhong felt very happy and felt very comfortable.

Mrs. Jia Zhang stared at her triangular eyes and looked at her proud bangs. She cursed in a low voice: "What are you talking about?"

"If my old Jia were still here, it would be your turn to play harp."

Silly Zhu also seemed very happy at this time.

With his good cooking skills, he was rated as a third-level chef.

Being rated as a Level [-] chef at this age is already very impressive.

"Second uncle, it has to be you."

"I've been rated as a level 7 blacksmith. I think my salary will go up a lot."

Silly Zhu was cracking melon seeds while walking towards his bangs with a smile.

The fat face with bangs was squeezed, and the eyes became completely slits.

"The salary hasn't come out yet."

"It's probably going to go up a lot."

"You're not bad, Silly Zhu. You're already a level 3 chef in your twenties. If you work for a few more years, you won't be able to move up the level slowly."

The two of them complimented each other, but Jia Dongxu's teeth were sour as he listened.

He was rated a level one, and now he wants to find a place to get in.

Even this second-rate idiot Zhu was rated level [-], why should he be rated level [-]?

Even Mrs. Jia Zhang was a little disappointed when she saw Jia Dongxu, and she was very dissatisfied with this hopeless son.

At this time.

Fugui asked: "Jia Dongxu, what level are you at?"

"Isn't your workshop also rated?"

"Why didn't I hear you mention it?"

When Jia Dongxu asked, he really couldn't open his mouth.

But Haishan and Fugui kept asking, and if they didn't tell them, they would definitely not give up.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai walked over from the backyard.

He was holding a bowl of rice with several pieces of braised pork on it.

He was rated as a level [-] fitter and bought two kilograms of pork to celebrate.

This is the braised pork made by Auntie. Yi Zhonghai came to the yard to show off the bowl.

When he saw that Jia Dongxu was embarrassed to tell his grade, he immediately said loudly: "He gave it a first grade."

"It's better than temporary workers."

At this time, Yi Zhonghai just wanted to take revenge on the animals in the courtyard, so there was no need to be a gentleman's sword anymore.

In terms of personality, he is much more showy than before.

Fugui and Haishan couldn't help laughing when they heard this. “Pfft, it’s only level one!”

"Oh my god, this is just better than temporary employment."

"Who said it wasn't."

Several people immediately started chatting.

Jia Dongxu's eyes immediately turned red when he heard this.

In order to prove that he is not incompetent and avoid being looked down upon by the people in the courtyard, he must find a scapegoat.

But this Yi Zhonghai bumped into him, and Jia Dongxu immediately wanted to pass the blame to him.

He pointed at Yi Zhonghai and yelled angrily: "Old guy, is it your fault that I'm appraising my professional title to the first level?"

"Did you say hello to the person who made the selection? Then you deliberately gave me a first-level rating."

"You hate me for not being your disciple, so come here to take revenge, right?"

These few questions he asked made Yi Zhonghai confused.

What the hell?
  This selection expert group was sent from above. Can I still talk to these people?

However, Jia Dongxu's move is indeed somewhat useful.

Fugui, Haishan and others all looked at Yi Zhonghai in surprise, while their minds were constantly making various associations.

After all, in this era of lack of entertainment, everyone's mood for gossip is particularly high.

Yi Zhonghai is the technical backbone of the steel rolling mill, and this time he was rated as an eighth-level worker, which greatly stimulated everyone's imagination.

"Jia Dongxu, what are you talking about?"

"What does your rating have to do with me?"

Yi Zhonghai immediately glared and responded.

Jia Dongxu felt happy when he saw everyone starting to whisper and peeking at Yi Zhonghai sideways.

Obviously, his goal has been achieved.

Everyone's attention was successfully diverted from him to Yi Zhonghai.

What he has to do now is to work harder to smear Yi Zhonghai and completely establish that Yi Zhonghai is responsible for this matter.

Jia Dongxu strode towards Yi Zhonghai. He pointed at Yi Zhonghai's nose and cursed: "Yi Zhonghai, I will kill you!"

"Your special code is simply a beast. Let's see if I don't beat you to death today."

On the one hand, Jia Dongxu wanted to vent his grievances from Yi Zhonghai; on the other hand, he tried to smear Yi Zhonghai through nothing, completely covering up the truth about his incompetence.

Therefore, Jia Dongxu acted particularly hard.

Han Weimin saw such an exciting scene when he arrived at the middle courtyard. He couldn't help but feel happy, and he immediately stopped and watched.

Two birds fighting is a joy to hear.

Jia Dongxu rushed toward Yi Zhonghai with eager eyes, shouting and cursing all the way.

The words he cursed were more unpleasant than the last.

He completely forgot that Yi Zhonghai was his master and helped him transform from a temporary worker to a regular worker.

Facing the young and energetic Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai retreated continuously.

Silly Zhu was cracking melon seeds and watching the fight with a smile, looking forward to it in his heart.

Yi Zhonghai was holding a bowl of rice with braised pork on it, and he didn't know where to put it at the moment.

This rice is precious, he can't throw away the bowl.

Perhaps seeing this, Jia Dongxu deliberately sabotaged it. He kicked Yi Zhonghai's hand holding the bowl with a double kick.

A bowl of rice flew away immediately.

bang.

The enamel bowl slammed to the ground.

The braised pork inside rolled to the floor.

Jia Dongxu was so proud when he saw this.

An arrogant look on his face.

Other residents around him winked.

They would never see wastage of food.

Fortunately, it was not their own food that was wasted.

however.

As a sufferer, Yi Zhonghai's feelings were several times, even dozens of times stronger.

He looked at the snow-white rice on the ground splashing on the muddy ground, and the braised pork rolling into the melted muddy water, and his eyes suddenly turned blood red.

(End of this chapter)