Siheyuan: The Era of Struggle

Chapter 353: Borrowing Money

At this time, all the Yan family members were in the house, even Yan Jiedi, who was still in school, sat quietly next to the third aunt.

Yan Jiefang leaned against the door, looked at Yan Bugui, then at Yan Jiecheng, his eyes rolling around, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Yan Jiecheng stood in the room for a long time. Seeing Yan Bugui sitting there sighing without saying a word, he couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Dad, why don't we go talk to He Daliang tomorrow."

It's no wonder Yan Jiecheng is anxious. Nowadays, if you don't have a formal job, let alone find a partner, you may not even know whether girls will pay attention to you or not. It's even a problem to fill your stomach.

Yan Jiecheng has had enough of the days of going hungry one day and then full the next.

Yan Bugui was anxious and angry at the moment. After hearing what Yan Jiecheng said, his anger suddenly rose.

"Don't be disrespectful. You're the one who called He Daliang. With your lack of tact, you won't be able to make a name for yourself even if I find you a job."

Seeing that his father was about to back out, Yan Jiecheng quickly explained with a smirk:
"No, Dad. I only call you that because there are no outsiders around! If we were outside, I would definitely call you Director He."

"Yeah, Old Yan, he can't hear you no matter what you call him at home. Besides, our Jie Cheng is pretty good at dealing with people outside."

At this point, the third aunt glanced at Yan Bugui, and seeing that his expression had eased, she quickly stroked his fur and said:

"I know this isn't a difficult thing for you. You can definitely come up with a solution if you use your brain a little."

Although the third aunt's words touched Yan Bugui's heart, the expression on his face was still a little ugly.

The thing can be done and there is a way to do it, but where does the money come from?
He Yuanchao's words and implications today were very clear. If he stayed out of this matter, whether he could find a job for Yan Jiecheng would depend entirely on whether his family's price could impress the people at the steel plant.

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't think of who to borrow money from. Yan Bugui sighed and told the situation to his third aunt, Yan Jiecheng and others who were looking at him eagerly.

When they heard about money, everyone in the room looked at each other and couldn't help but frown.

No one spoke in the room. For a moment, it was so quiet that even a pin drop might be heard.

After smoking about half a cigarette, the third aunt looked at Yan Bugui, who was frowning, and whispered:
"Old Yan, did He Daliang say how much it would cost?"

After hearing what the third aunt said, everyone in the room looked at Yan Bugui.

"He Daliang didn't say how much it was."

Yan Bugui thought for a moment, pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "I talked to Liu Haizhong about this matter. He said that the current work target of the steel plant is this number."

Seeing the five fingers Yan Bugui stretched out, everyone in the Yan family's house took a deep breath.

The third aunt was even more surprised and cried out, "What? Five hundred yuan for one work quota."

"What are you yelling about? Do you want everyone in the courtyard to know?"

Yan Bugui glared at the third aunt who had her mouth open and said unhappily:

"That's it. Even without connections, you may not be able to find someone willing to sell it to you!"

Seeing Yan Bugui's exaggeration, the third aunt said with some disbelief: "I don't believe that there are still people who don't love money these days. I don't believe anyone can resist the temptation when real money is brought out.

Besides, Liu Haizhong imitates officials day by day, speaking and doing things in a vague way. There is no place to listen to his words."

"My mother is right. We can't trust everything Uncle Liu says..."

The third aunt is a woman of modesty, so it is understandable that she does not understand what is happening in public. However, Yan Jiecheng is out and about every day, so he cannot see this clearly. Yan Bugui is somewhat unhappy.

Before he could finish his words, Yan Bugui interrupted him and said, "We can't trust his words, but can we trust your uncle Yi's words?"

"Hmm."

Seeing Yan Bugui's bad tone, Yan Jiecheng still needed help, so he didn't dare to argue, and laughed, "Mr. Yi's words are much more credible."

Although it was confirmed that finding someone to transfer a job required asking for favors and spending real money, the atmosphere in the Yan family's house did not improve, but became even more depressing.

"Five hundred dollars, where can I find that?" Although Yan Jiecheng had a smile on his face when he was talking to Yan Bugui, he was actually very anxious at this moment.

He also knew that opportunities were not easy to come by, and if he missed this one, there was no telling when he would have to wait for such a good opportunity again.

Seeing that the whole family was listless and silent, Yan Jiecheng understood that if this matter was delayed any further, it would most likely fail.

After quickly calculating the thirty or so yuan he had saved from his frugal living over the past two years, Yan Jiecheng gritted his teeth and looked up at Yan Bugui and said:

"Dad, why don't you go out and borrow some money? Once you get a job, it will only take three or two years to pay the money back."

"Do I need to say that?"

Yan Bugui thought Yan Jiecheng had some clever tricks, but after listening, he said with disgust, "I know what you said, but who can I ask to lend you so much money?"

Since Yan Jiecheng could say this, he must have thought about who to borrow money from.

"Dad, I think there are two people in our hospital who can come up with so much money, one is the uncle, and the other is Director He."

"Well, I think these two people can really come up with that much money."

Read the error-free version at 69shuba! 6=9+shu_ba is the first to publish this novel.

Yan Bugui's eyes lit up, but then he said somewhat sadly: "He has money, but why should he lend it to you? Hmm!"

"This depends on your face, Dad!"

Yan Jiecheng was bullied by his father, but instead of getting angry, he complimented him instead.

"I'm just a poor teacher, I don't have that much face."

That being said, Yan Bugui really took Yan Jiecheng's words to heart.

We are borrowing money, not asking for it. Based on our relationship as neighbors over the years and using our old face, even if one of us cannot borrow 500 yuan, it should be enough if we pool our money together.

With a plan in mind, Yan Bugui's face looked better, and he said to Yan Jiecheng: "Let's be frank, I can help you borrow money, and I can also help you find a job.

But we need to agree on how much money you will give home after you start working."

Yan Jiecheng seemed quite happy to hear the first two sentences, but after hearing the second sentence, his expression turned a little grim.

"Dad, if I could get a job in the factory, I would start as an apprentice, earning 18.5 yuan a month. Apart from paying back the debt, how would I have money to send home?"

"Why can't I pay it?"

As soon as Yan Jiecheng finished speaking, Yan Bugui glared and said, "Pay back ten dollars, give five dollars to your family, and the rest is yours, I don't care.

If I get promoted and my salary increases, then the amount I send home must also increase.”

Seeing that Yan Bugui had already arranged his salary clearly, Yan Jiecheng knew that the matter was a foregone conclusion, but he still wanted to give it a try to see if he could pay less to his family.

"Dad, how about this? I'll pay three dollars a month for the first year, and then I'll pay more when my salary increases..."

"Stop."

Without waiting for Yan Jiecheng to finish his words, Yan Bugui interrupted him and said, "I won't discuss this with you. Either you listen to me, or you go and get the job yourself."

"Dad, look at what you said. I don't have as much face as you do! I thought I could pay less first and make up for it later, isn't that okay..."

"No, just do as I say, otherwise..."

……

Back in the courtyard, the Yan family's father and son were still haggling over their nonexistent salary.

On Chang'an Street, the old couple of the Zhang family who lived in the coal ministry's staff quarters were talking about something with worried looks on their faces.

(End of this chapter)