Get something in the courtyard

Chapter 1623 Looking for a job

As for Yi Zhonghai, the three people came to the suburbs with three different moods.

Yi Zhonghai had a dark face all the way, and the closer he got to the suburbs, the darker his face became. He was nearly seventy years old, and the deaf old lady would have become the ancestor of the courtyard when she was this age.

As for him, he can’t even keep his position as a great master, let alone an ancestor. Now he has been reduced to working as a migrant worker.

He struggled and planned all his life, and spent more than forty years looking for someone to take care of him in the old age, but it was not for this.

But when he looked up at Banggeng in front of him, the man who might be his son, he was filled with helplessness.

Whether for retirement or for his son, he has to accept the fate of working.

When Banggeng arrived at the suburbs, his eyes began to wander. His talent and skills gradually began to rise. His original reluctance turned into excitement. This place was a good place for him to show his skills.

Yan Bugui kept counting the beads on his abacus, and every time he passed a place, he would calculate how much money people could make. The calculations he made were so impressive that he wished he could move here and open a factory.

"Old Yi, I didn't expect this place to develop. Don't underestimate these factories, they are small, but they are really profitable."

Yi Zhonghai raised his eyes, looked at him, and then continued to be angry. Yan Bugui was stabbing him in the heart, knowing that he didn't want to come to work, but still saying that this place was good.

Yan Bugui was angry when he saw Yi Zhonghai was silent, so he simply ignored him and talked to Banggeng: "Banggeng, what do you think of this place?"

Banggeng pretended to be a good kid at this time: "Grandpa, I think this place is pretty good. They make a lot of money."

Speaking of making money, that is Yan Bugui's specialty: "You are right. Let me tell you. The small factory we just came to makes more money in a month than our boss's restaurant.

If Wang Kun hadn’t said it, I wouldn’t have noticed it.”

Bang Geng said: "The three uncles are really amazing. You can see how much money they make just by passing by there."

Yan Bugui said proudly: "That's right. When it comes to scheming, I believe I am no worse than anyone else."

Yi Zhonghai thought with disdain, you are just calculating a little bit of petty profit, and you will never be able to show your worth in your life. If we talk about calculating, it is me. It doesn't matter if I don't have a son, there will still be someone to take care of me in my old age.

Bang Geng agreed with Yan Bugui, but he was even more disdainful in his heart. When it comes to scheming, who can compare to their family? If his family had told him about those schemes earlier, they would not have stopped his mother from marrying Sha Zhu. If they had not stopped him, he would be the one living in Sha Zhu's main house now.

The three of them each made their own calculations and found a small machinery factory.

"Old Yi, look at the ironwork here. It must need a fitter. Why don't we go ask?"

No matter how reluctant Yi Zhonghai was, he had no choice but to agree.

The three of them walked into the factory, and the factory director didn't want them when he saw the two old men.

This made Yi Zhonghai very angry.

Who is he?
An eighth-level worker in a steel rolling mill?
If Qin Huairu hadn't begged on his knees, he wouldn't have bothered to come here to find a job.

His technical level may not be enough, but he still remembered the knowledge of an eighth-level worker. He pointed out dozens of mistakes in the factory, which shocked the factory director.

"Old comrade, you are amazing. May I ask who you are?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't know how to brag, so he just glanced at Bang Geng.

Banggeng is Qin Huairu's biological son. He is not good at serious things, but he is very good at unorthodox ways.

Guessing Yi Zhonghai's thoughts, Banggeng said, "Grandpa Yida is an eighth-level worker in Hongxingzha. There are few people with better skills than him in such a large factory. In your small factory..." Yi Zhonghai looked like a master, and his liking for Banggeng increased by several levels. Suddenly, I felt that Banggeng was very similar to Jia Dongxu in the past, both of them were so good at talking.

wrong.

Banggeng is my son, how can he look like Jia Dongxu?

The factory manager didn't know. When he heard about the eighth-level worker, he immediately regarded Yi Zhonghai as an important figure: "I really don't know the real God. Old comrade, please come to my office and have a seat."

The factory director led three people into the office and shouted to his wife, "Hurry up and make some tea. Make some good tea. And prepare some good dishes for lunch. I want to treat this Grade 8 worker to a good meal."

The factory director's wife naturally knew the weight of a senior worker and did not complain at all. She quickly made tea and arranged for her son to go buy groceries.

"Old comrade, please don't be offended. I really didn't expect that you are an eighth-level worker. If you want to come to work, there is no problem."

Yan Bugui asked, "How is the treatment?"

The factory manager was not stingy and said directly: "We are a small factory and the profit is not much. But please rest assured that I will not treat you unfairly. How about setting a temporary salary of 200 yuan a month? When the factory's performance is good, I will increase it for you."

As soon as the price was announced, Yan Bugui wanted to accept it on behalf of Yi Zhonghai. The factory director didn't know, but he knew it very well. It was true that Yi Zhonghai was an eighth-level worker, but that was more than 20 years ago.

When he retired, he took an exam and only passed as a third-level worker.

I have been retired for many years and have never done any work as a fitter. I don’t know how much of my skills are left.

When Yi Zhonghai saw the factory director's attitude, his reluctance disappeared. No one in Siheyuan would coax him like this, always calling him "you" and paying him such a high salary.

He thought about it and decided that he had to find a job anyway, and the factory manager of this place was very much to his liking, so he might as well work here.

"I can promise you. But what about these two people I brought with me?"

The factory manager thought that those who could work with the eighth-level workers, even if their skills were a little worse, would not be that bad. With these three great guys in the factory, the factory could take more orders, and with orders, there would be money.

He said, "Don't worry, you two are together, I will definitely take them all. I just don't know what their level is."

Yi Zhonghai was a little embarrassed. Banggeng and Yan Bugui didn't know anything, which made him feel a little embarrassed to speak.

"They have never done locksmith work. This young man is my junior. I am old, and he brings me to work every day. I plan to take him as my apprentice and teach him all my skills."

The factory director thought about it and realized that this was the reason. The distance between the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and here was not too far. If nothing else, he would have to find someone to pick up Yi Zhonghai and keep Bang Geng. Not to mention that Yi Zhonghai was planning to teach Bang Geng the techniques.

"Since he doesn't know anything, I can't pay him such a high salary. What do you think of thirty dollars? When he learns, his salary can be increased."

The price was a bit low, but Yi Zhonghai also knew that he couldn't ask for too much. No one would pay a high salary to someone who knew nothing.

Finally, Yan Bugui was left. The factory director was in a difficult situation. If it was a young man, he would still agree. But it was useless to recruit an old man in his sixties.

Yan Bugui got anxious when he heard this and said quickly: "Although I can't do benchwork, I can do accounting. Your factory needs an accountant anyway."

The factory director laughed and said, "Old comrade, you can see that there are less than 20 people in our factory now. I don't need to find someone to do the accounting. Why don't you go to other factories and ask?"

The factory manager knew that other factories would not need an accountant either. Their factories were not big, and it was impossible for them to teach others about finance.

(End of this chapter)