Chapter 288: Finding a job and selling a job

Chapter 288: Finding a job and selling a job

Chapter 288: Finding a job and selling a job

Since Yan Jiecheng wanted to find a stable job, as his father, Yan Bugui would naturally help him.

Yan Bugui went through all the connections around him and asked countless times for information about job openings. He also went to many alleys to ask people.

Finally, hard work paid off and Yan Bugui finally got the news that someone was selling a job.

"No. 70 Nanluoguxiang, this should be it." Yan Bugui pushed the cart and compared the words written on the piece of paper in his hand.

Yan Bugui locked his bicycle and walked into the yard to look for someone.

After a while, the person was found.

"Dong dong!"

"Uncle Liu, are you home?" Yan Bugui called out, and the door opened soon after.

I saw an old man with gray hair and a slightly hunched body appear in front of me.

The moment the door opened, a strange smell hit him in the face, causing Yan Bugui to frown and take two steps back.

Seeing this, Uncle Liu didn't care at all: "Are you here to buy a job from me?"

Yan Bugui nodded, and Uncle Liu stepped aside and gestured for him to go inside to talk.

As soon as you enter the door, the odor becomes more obvious, a bit like a rotten and smelly smell. Although it is not strong, it is still unpleasant the first time you smell it.

Yan Bugui looked around the layout of the room. There were many old furniture in the living room with traces of mending on them and the colors were obviously inconsistent.

Although there are many pieces of furniture in the living room, it is very clean and I don't know where the smell comes from.

"Squeak..." Uncle Liu opened the window and apologized to Yan Bugui:

"I'm really sorry, there are too many pieces of furniture to handle, so the smell is a bit strong, please don't mind it."

"No, no, the smell is not that strong." Yan Bugui said politely. He came here to ask for help, so naturally he couldn't say anything bad.

Uncle Liu had heard this kind of talk several times and had no reaction anymore. He just stretched out his hand to signal for him to sit down and talk.

"Let's not waste time talking and get straight to the point. You should have heard about my job offer. My job at the scrap recycling station is 500 yuan, no bargaining."

Seeing Uncle Liu's sudden change of expression, Yan Bugui was not surprised at all.

He had already found out that Uncle Liu had been trying to sell his job for more than a month but had not been able to sell it.

Over the past month, people have come to our store one after another, but they were discouraged by the price.

After all, Uncle Liu works at a scrap collection station, earning 22 yuan a month, which would take him almost two years of work to earn.

If you deduct the expenses of food, clothing, housing, water, electricity, etc., it will take four or five years to make enough money.

If something unexpected happens in the meantime, it will take even longer.

Many people who come to buy jobs fail here.

Yan Bugui asked again: "I know the price, we really can't negotiate it anymore. You haven't sold it for so long at this price, it's almost catching up with the work of the steel mill."

Uncle Liu said firmly, "No, this is the price. I won't sell it for less. As for the job at the steel mill, if you can get it, you don't have to buy it from me."

Hearing this, Yan Bugui felt a little disappointed. Not to mention 500 yuan, even 100 yuan was too much for his family to afford.

Working in a steel mill, except for jobs similar to those in the loading and unloading department, requires a minimum salary of eight hundred yuan, and may even pay over a thousand yuan.

After all, most jobs in steel mills have future prospects, unlike jobs at scrap collection stations, which have no future prospects.

"500 is 500, so what? I wonder why you are selling this job?" Yan Bugui asked again, to see if he could hint at the price and lower it a little.

Uncle Liu glanced at Yan Bugui and said, "You want to play the emotional card? This trick is outdated."

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly, but Uncle Liu explained: "I am about to retire, it is time to enjoy a peaceful life. My son in Shanghai asked me to come over to reunite with him."

"Anyway, I'm going to sell my job soon to get some money for my son and grandson."

Uncle Liu explained briefly that he just wanted to make some money before retirement since he was leaving the city anyway and couldn't take his job with him.

Yan Bugui understood the implication. He was about to retire and was anxious to sell his job. There must be something behind this.

The price cannot be reduced, but you can start from other places.

Yan Bugui sighed: "Yes, it's all for my son."

Uncle Liu looked at him strangely: "Why? You too?"

Yan Bugui sighed, "Yes, I came to you just because of my son. He has been without a stable job since he graduated, and I am worried about him!"

"Now that I have finally found you, my family doesn't have enough money, so I can't buy it even if I want to."

Uncle Liu sighed and felt very sympathetic towards Yan Bugui, but he did not mention the price reduction as he had seen many such things.

Yan Bugui glanced at him sideways, and seeing that he did nothing, he gave up the idea of ​​lowering the price.

Yan Bugui came up with an idea: "Hey, Uncle Liu, I have a way to let you sell your job and I can buy a job. Do you think this will work?"

"What do you mean?" Uncle Liu asked curiously.

Yan Bugui explained: "Look, my family doesn't have enough money. I can't take out 500 yuan at once, so why don't I pay you in installments?"

"No, no!" Uncle Liu shook his head and refused.

Yan Bugui: "Uncle Liu, don't rush to refuse. Let me explain it to you first. It won't be too late to refuse after you have heard it clearly."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Liu nodded and signaled Yan Bugui to continue.

"My son started working after he got your job. Your salary is 22 yuan, right? I will send you 10 yuan in principal and 1 yuan in interest every month after I get the job."

"In 50 months, that is, more than 4 years and 2 months, you can pay it off, and you can earn an extra 50 yuan."

Upon hearing this proposal, Uncle Liu immediately refused, "What a joke! I'm leaving in a month or so. What if you don't give it to me?"

Yan Bugui immediately said, "We can apply for a loan from the street office. With the street office as a witness, you don't have to worry about me not paying you back."

Seeing Uncle Liu's hesitation, Yan Bugui immediately gave him a shocking tip: "If you fail to pay once, you will have to pay off the outstanding balance in one lump sum next month."

"Uncle Liu, this is good for both you and me. You sell your job and my son gets a job. You will stay here for more than a month and then go to reunite with your son."

"I inquired about it. It's been more than a month since you spread the word about this job, but it hasn't been sold yet. If you continue like this, will you be able to sell it?"

Yan Bugui looked at Uncle Liu's eyes which were shaking violently, smiled slightly, and then spoke again.

"If you continue like this, you won't be able to sell it when you retire and be reunited with your son, and you'll lose this job and you won't get a penny."

Listening to Yan Bugui's guidance, Uncle Liu had a fierce inner struggle.

The news of selling the job had been circulating for more than a month, but it had not been sold yet, and he was wavering in his heart.

If he hadn't had time and wanted to relieve the pressure on his son, he would have considered selling it at a lower price.

Uncle Liu was thinking over and over again. He looked up at Yan Bugui and said firmly, "Okay! I can sell it to you, but I want to change the conditions."

Hearing that it could be sold, Yan Bugui was instantly delighted and immediately asked, "What conditions do you want to change?"

"First, I have to pay a deposit of 100 yuan in advance. I'm afraid you guys won't pay it back suddenly, and then I'll be at a loss."

"Secondly, I need a deposit of 15 yuan and interest of 2 yuan every month."

Hearing this, Yan Bugui immediately disagreed. The family savings were less than 100 yuan, so he could not afford it. As for the 2 yuan interest, it was not that expensive.

Yan Bugui shook his head and refused: "No, no! I won't agree to this condition. If you do this, my son will work himself to death and only earn 5 yuan a month."

"As for the 100 yuan deposit, I don't have that much, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to pay in installments with you. As for the 2 yuan interest, there's no place like the world that charges that much interest. The most you can pay is 1 yuan."

"Then how much deposit do you want to give? This is our first meeting, and I can't possibly trust you. If you don't give it, the neighborhood office can't do anything to you."

For the sake of his son's future, Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and slapped his hand: "No more than 50 yuan."

"Okay, 50 is 50." Uncle Liu insisted that his goal was the 50 yuan deposit.

As soon as Uncle Liu agreed, Yan Bugui felt so distressed that his heart was bleeding: "What a loss, I should have said less if I had known earlier."

But once things are agreed upon, there is no way to change them.

16 yuan a month, 6 yuan left, 3 yuan is handed over to subsidize household expenses, and the remaining 3 yuan is for personal use.

Before he even got the job, Yan Jiecheng's salary had already determined where he would go.

For Mr. Liu, this meant that the debt that originally took 4 years and 2 months to pay off was shortened to 2 and a half years.

As for how much money Yan Jiecheng got, he didn't care because he was not his son.

Uncle Liu couldn't wait: "Okay, it's settled. When will I go to the street office to write the debt?"

Yan Bugui's heart was bleeding now. "Don't worry, let me talk to my son about this and see if he is willing."

Uncle Liu said angrily: "You haven't told your son about this yet, so why are you telling me?"

Yan Bugui: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that you will agree? It would be useless to talk to him. Just wait, I will give you a result tomorrow."

Hearing this, Uncle Liu's face looked better. "Then you should quickly tell your son." "Hey, I'll go back and tell him now."

"I won't give it away!"

Yan Bugui went out, rode his bicycle, and went straight to the courtyard, anxiously telling Yan Jiecheng the good news.

“I have a job, I have a job!”

After returning home, Yan Bugui told Yan Jiecheng about this and also made salary arrangements.

After listening for a while, Yan Jiecheng still lowered his head in deep thought.

"Jie Cheng, what do you think of working at this scrapyard? Even though it's a bit tiring and the environment is a bit poor, at least you can have a long-term job."

"Your father is right. Just endure some hardship in the first two years and earn less money. Once you pay off your debts, all the money you earn in the future will be yours."

"Jie Cheng, do you agree? If you agree, I will talk to someone right away."

Yan Bugui and the third aunt kept persuading Yan Jiecheng, and even Yan Jiefang who was standing by tried to persuade him.

Yan Jiecheng thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "Forget it, no need for it."

The third aunt was puzzled and asked, "Why? Is this job so good?"

Yan Jiecheng explained: "Not only do we earn little money, the work is exhausting, and the environment at the purchasing station is dirty and messy, making us smell bad."

"My status is so low that I won't feel ashamed if I tell others about it. No one will look up to me when I go out in the future."

After listening to Yan Jiecheng's comments on so many bad things, the two finally realized that face was nothing to them, and being able to make money was the real skill.

But for Yan Jiecheng, it was a big deal. Young people like to care about their reputation the most. At least when he was doing odd jobs in the street office, he had never lost face like this.

Yan Bugui and the third aunt looked at each other, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yan Bugui advised again: "Jiecheng, why don't you reconsider it? It's hard to find a job now. At least this is better than doing odd jobs. It's a long-term job."

"Yes." The third aunt agreed: "Although it is a bit dirty, tiring, and embarrassing, it is still a job and can make money."

Yan Jiecheng shook his head firmly and refused, "No, I would rather die than do this job."

Yan Bugui and the third aunt looked at each other again, and Yan Bugui said helplessly: "Think about it carefully. If I still don't want to do it tomorrow, I'll tell someone."

After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng went back to bed.

"It's all in vain." Yan Bugui sighed helplessly. Even if he didn't want to do it, no one could force him to do it.

After all, if Yan Jiecheng stops doing this job, he still has to pay the money.

The third aunt said, "Let Jiecheng think about it carefully. We can talk to him tomorrow. Maybe he will change his mind."

Yan Bugui nodded, but he did not hold out hope that Yan Jiecheng would change his mind.

He knows his own child well. If he were young, he would definitely not do such a thing.

The next day, Yan Bugui asked Yan Jiecheng about the result again, and it was still the same as yesterday.

"Dad, don't persuade me. I won't do this job."

"Okay, just make up your mind."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he turned and walked out, but his steps were much slower, as if he really hoped that Yan Jiecheng would change his mind.

But this was obviously unnecessary, Yan Jiecheng just lay on the bed motionless.

"Boss, Jie Cheng is still unwilling." said the third aunt.

"Yeah, I think the work is dirty." Yan Bugui replied, "Okay, it's getting late, I should tell them."

After saying that, Yan Bugui rode his bike to meet Uncle Liu in his yard.

"Uncle Liu, I'm so sorry. I talked to you for so long yesterday, but my son just didn't want to do this job. I'm so sorry for saying this."

Yan Bugui apologized embarrassedly, and Uncle Liu was also a little disappointed.

"Teacher Yan, does your son think that the amount I want is too high? I can lower it to 12 yuan."

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly: "If that's the case, it's easy to deal with. The kid thinks this job is bad, the environment is dirty and messy, and it's not prestigious."

Upon hearing this reason, Uncle Liu laughed in his heart at Yan Jiecheng's lack of vision, but he looked regretful.

"Is that so? That's no wonder. The scrapyard is not so lucky. It's not your fault."

"Well, I'll stay here for more than a month. If your son changes his mind, he can come here to find me. We can still do this."

Hearing Uncle Liu's generous words, Yan Bugui suddenly felt ashamed.

After chatting for a while, Yan Bugui said goodbye and left.

"Haha, you idiot, not only the son is stupid, but the father is also stupid." Uncle Liu watched Yan Bugui leave and laughed.

"I'm so unlucky. I've been dealing in waste products for decades. If it wasn't good, I would have stopped long ago. How could I stop doing this only after I retire?"

Uncle Liu smiled and shook his head, then took out a piggy bank, which contained hundreds of big black tens, or at least a thousand yuan.

"Collecting waste may seem dirty and embarrassing, but you can earn a lot of money. You can earn at least 5 cents a day, and sometimes as much as 2 yuan."

This month, he would earn at least 15 yuan, and at least 37 yuan a month, which is 30 yuan more than Yan Bugui's current salary of 7 yuan.

"If you do it for a long time, you can make more money, and you can also get some ill-gotten gains."

For example, a few dollars are hidden in the books;

Discarded rings, necklaces, and bracelets were found in the box;
Gold, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were found in the secret compartments of furniture.

Uncle Liu has encountered all of these situations, otherwise he would not have accumulated so much wealth.

"If you are willing to learn some repair skills or something, and have a higher vision, you can make some extra money by repairing furniture, watches, and bicycles, which is another advantage."

"It's a pity that I'm old now. I didn't learn it when I was young, otherwise I would have made more money."

Bicycles sold to scrap yards can have their unused parts disassembled and sold to repair shops.

The furniture that a rich lady doesn't want can be repaired and sold, and so on.

These are things you will only know if you enter the scrap purchasing business. Never tell others about them, otherwise your job will be snatched up by others.

"My business is a bit dirty and not very prestigious, but it makes money and I can take some good things home from time to time."

As Uncle Liu spoke, he walked into the bedroom, where the layout seemed even more luxurious.

There was a radio, a large pendulum clock, rosewood furniture, and even a Seagull film camera on the table.

All these pieces of furniture show that Uncle Liu is worth a lot of money, but it is little known and he hides it well.

Even his neighbors only knew that he was a scrap collector who rode a tricycle every day to collect scrap in the streets and alleys, doing a dirty and messy job.

After Yan Bugui returned home, he was not satisfied with this.

"Since you don't want to work, it would be good to refer jobs to others and earn some referral fees."

Yan Bugui clapped his hands and was immediately delighted: "Oh, why didn't I think of this good idea!"

"But who can I find to recommend a job? No one in the yard wants a job."

Yan Bugui looked at Yan Jiecheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed. He was the only adult in the whole yard who did not have a stable job.

All other adults have them, and the younger children are all in school, so they naturally don’t have to work.

No one wanted the Siheyuan, so Yan Bugui thought about the people around him, "Which relative or friend's son doesn't have a job?"

After thinking for a long time, Yan Bugui still couldn't figure it out.

"This is difficult. No one wants the job. Since no one wants the job, I can refer the job to others and make some money."

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui immediately changed his idea.

"Who should I introduce him to? First of all, his family must be rich."

When talking about wealth, we naturally have to mention Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Li Kailang. These three are really rich in the courtyard.

One was an eighth-level worker, one was a seventh-level worker, and the other was a driver. The food in the cellar was obtained by Li Kailang, and he made a lot of money from the food.

As for the other people in the yard, they were slightly inferior to the three, but much richer than Yan Bugui.

For example, Chen Tongjing from the Chen family in the backyard was finally promoted to a third-level fitter with the help of Yi Zhonghai, with a monthly salary of 45.2.

"Talk to Xiao Li first and see if he wants to. Don't ask them anymore."

In Yan Bugui's eyes, Li Kailang is the more solid one among the three. It is easier to deal with him without so many tricks.

As long as you agree with what is said, the transaction is very quick and the money will be transferred on the spot. It is not like Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong who have to check and confirm before transferring the money.

Yan Bugui kept his word and immediately went to find Li Kailang.

(End of this chapter)