The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 33 Learning
"Boss, my previous unit said that they wanted to come and have a look first..."

Zhang Haonan, who was eating in the cafeteria, was reading a stack of papers, and Fan Zhenhua stood beside him with a bowl of rice and vegetables and said.

"Lao Fan sat down and said."

"Hey."

Fan Zhenhua nodded, and then put the rice and vegetable bowls away. There were vegetables, meat, and fish in the bowls. The fish was grass carp pieces wrapped in batter, deep-fried and then braised in soy sauce. It has a muddy smell, and it is deep-fried, so you are not afraid of any small thorns.

"Several people?"

"Five or six, they are all afraid that I will deceive them, so they want to come over and have a look first."

"Which ones are they?"

Zhang Haonan, who was eating while reading the paper, frowned. This paper was not a question of knowing, but he didn't try to answer it at all. The multiple-choice questions were actually very regular "ABCDABCD". There is no doubt that the guy who answered the question was scribbled , and then leave quickly.

After taking a bite of rice, Fan Zhenhua said his name.

Zhang Haonan thought for a while, then said: "It's no wonder they hesitated. If there is no hope, there are old and young, and there is no delay. The one named Fan Yuejin is from your family, right?"

"Uh, yes, he's a cousin."

Fan Zhenhua was very surprised, he didn't expect Zhang Haonan to remember all these people.

"Fan Yuejin is 42 this year?"

"Yes, 42."

"It takes money for a child to go to college and get married. And his mother seems to be sick, so the medical expenses are another sum."

Zhang Haonan folded a stack of papers, then immersed himself in cooking, ate two mouthfuls of green vegetables, and said, "Tell Fan Yuejin that I still pay medical insurance for urban employees here. But it will start next year."

In fact, medical insurance is still in a pilot state, and only public units in Shacheng have it, and it will be a long time before it is fully rolled out.

These years, the profit margins of almost all small private enterprise owners are the highest in their lifetimes.

Twenty or thirty years later, there is no boss who does not miss this lawless and wild era, as long as he can make money, he can do anything.

"Boss, do I have it too?"

"Nonsense, I recruited you, how could you not? As long as you are a regular worker."

"That will cost a lot of money."

"You pay 500 yuan a month for my distressed money? Lao Fan, are you out of your mind?"

Then, Zhang Haonan said again, "By the way, when will you ask your brother to come back to your house?"

"..."

At the mention of this, Fan Zhenhua froze immediately, shrunk his head and said, "Brother, he has no house to live in, and now he has a child..."

"You eat and don't talk."

"..."

Talking about this with Fan Zhenhua, Zhang Haonan felt that he would have high blood pressure.

Don't say they are brothers, they are father and son, what should be their own is their own.

After randomly picking up the food in the bowl and putting the rice bowl in the designated basket, Zhang Haonan shouted to the chef in charge of the canteen: "Uncle Jianmin, kill some soft-shelled turtles tomorrow, and you can go to the fish pond to get them tonight. I will follow the grandfather who looks after the fish pond." we have a deal."

"it is good!"

The chef who is wearing a mask is not the Zhang family, but an old comrade-in-arms of an uncle of the same family. His surname is Mao and his name is Jianmin. After his left leg is disabled, he basically does some farm work at home. When Zhang Haonan’s small workshop first opened, he was invited first. Come and help cook.

Now that the "Wujiadai Food Processing Factory" has been established, everything is on the right track, and Zhang Haonan also signed a labor contract with him.

The monthly salary is 50 yuan, and Zhang Haonan promised to add another [-] yuan after he was admitted to the chef certificate.

These days, the chef certificate is not formal, it is all handwritten. After many years, after it was formalized and entered the Internet, it was renamed as a Chinese chef.

However, Zhang Haonan didn't care about these. He kept the employees motivated to learn purely out of motivation.

Live and learn, never go wrong.

Mao Jianmin is also trying to find a way to get a chef certificate these days. The Labor and Social Security Bureau, which has not yet been restructured, actually provides free training in this area. Mao Jianmin found that in addition to Chinese food, he can also learn something about western pastry, and he never tires of it.

Recently, chicken cakes are occasionally served in the cafeteria, which is the result of Zhang Haonan encouraging Mao Jianmin to try.

Not to mention, it is very popular. After all, they are from all over the world. It is very clear what vegetables and meat are used in the factory. How can the outside be more authentic than the factory?
After leaving the food factory, Zhang Haonan walked to a household in Hewan. There were five households lined up in a row, all of which were typical small rural buildings in the local area.

In front of the house is a cement drying yard, and behind the house is a small courtyard with chickens, ducks, geese and bamboo garden latrines.

"Uncle!"

There was a pickup truck parked in front of the door, Zhang Zhicai was sitting on the small bench at the door smoking a cigarette, the door was open, some dishes were broken on the floor, the food was spilled all over the floor, Zhang Zhicai still had blood marks on his cheek from being scratched.

"Haonan!"

"Don't worry, we will solve the problem today."

Zhang Haonan nodded, then took out his mobile phone and made a call. After connecting, Zhang Haonan asked, "Working? It's about Haowei. Pick up Haobei in a while, yes, go directly to his school. Are you coming back now?" good."

"Haodong?"

"Yes, I'll be back in a while, he asked for leave."

Zhang Zhicai trembled when he heard the words, and said hesitantly: "Don't, don't beat me up."

Zhang Zhicai, who was smoking a cigarette, didn't dare to look at Zhang Haonan. He was obviously an elder, but he was helpless.

Careful about discipline, but can't be cruel, everyone knows that his wife spoils his son, but in fact, Zhang Zhicai is not himself?
"Zhang Zhicai, don't think that you are so great just by selling a few ducks. Without my natal family... Uh, Haonan, why are you here?"

The aggressiveness of a woman behind the house came to an abrupt end, and she quickly retracted the movement of rushing out and stretching her fingers.

Just standing there, Zhang Haonan let her arrogance dissipate in an instant.

Get rich with harmony...

That's just Zhang Haonan's side.

This woman knows very well that the nephew in front of her has dared to separate from her mother and Lao Tzu at the age of 15, and set up a household at the age of 16, with a net worth of more than a million...

"Have you eaten your aunt's rice? If you haven't eaten, go to the cafeteria in my factory. There should be some food by now."

"Do it now, do it now, no need..."

She walked towards the stove house as if fleeing, as if she saw a plague god.

Ten minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle was heard not far away. A big man with a height of nearly two meters carried another big man with a height of 10 meters, and stopped directly at Zhang Zhicai's gate.

"Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

Taking off the helmet, the big man walked over to say hello with a smile.

Zhang Zhicai touched a cigarette and handed it over: "Don't hit the disabled..."

"Don't worry, Haonan has the final say."

After taking the cigarette and putting it on his ear, Zhang Haodong asked Zhang Haonan, "How do you say it?"

"Ask the master to go to his school first."

"it is good."

Zhang Haodong nodded, walked directly into Zhang Zhicai's living room, picked up the landline in the living room, and made a call.

(End of this chapter)