Get something in the courtyard

Chapter 1510 Being threatened
As soon as Yan Bugui returned home, the third aunt pulled him into the house. He shook off the third aunt's hand and said, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at by others?"

The third aunt didn't care about that at this time, and said with disdain: "What's so funny. If they knew what happened, they wouldn't be able to laugh."

Judging from the look on Third Aunt's face, the situation was quite serious. Yan Bugui asked hurriedly, "What's wrong? What happened in the courtyard?"

The third aunt then told what she had seen, along with her own random thoughts.

"This is real?"

"Of course it's true. I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false? You also know the relationship between Wang Kun's family and Lao Liu's family. They usually don't talk to Wang Kun. Lao Liu's wife has never been to Wang Kun's house. Tell me, why would she put on a smiling face and try to please Qiu Ye when she's fine?"

Yan Bugui sat on the chair and began to think carefully. After thinking about it, he felt that what the third aunt said was right. Recently, the courtyard has been quite quiet. The biggest thing is that the children of each family have to go to the countryside.

In order to prevent their children from going to the countryside, each family would beg everyone for help, hoping to find a job for their children.

Liu Haizhong, though not a smart man, is very narrow-minded. The hatred between him and Wang Kun is not so easy to resolve. The only way to make Liu Haizhong bow his head is to give him an official position or to give his child a job.

It is absolutely impossible to let Liu Haizhong become an official.

Then there is only the matter of children's work.

"You said that when Old Liu's wife left Wang Kun's house, she had a smile on her face and didn't quarrel with Ran Qiuye?"

"Yeah. They were talking quite intimately."

"That's not right. The relationship between the two families is good enough that they didn't quarrel. How could they be so amicable?"

The third aunt said, "That's why I'm worried. I think Qiuye must have agreed to find a job for Guangfu. Otherwise, how could Old Liu's wife be so humble to her?"

In fact, the conversation between the second aunt and Ran Qiuye was normal, not as snobbish as the third aunt said. It was just that the third aunt had a preconceived idea and thought the two people's behavior was not right.

Yan Bugui was still a little confused: "This is not right. Even if Qiu Ye is easy to talk to, Wang Kun can't give in. Why should Wang Kun help Lao Liu?"

"Why? Of course it's based on money. It's so hard to find a job now. Zhu Mingqiang spent 800 yuan to find a job. Now the price has doubled. Even so, many people still can't find a job.

Wang Kun has a grudge against Lao Liu, but not against money. There are many people in their family, and the food is good. Qiu Ye is not working anymore. The family's expenses all depend on Wang Kun alone. If someone gives him money, he will not refuse it. "

The three aunts spent the whole afternoon thinking about this matter. Finally, they figured it out. They would never push away the benefits that came to them, and Wang Kun would not do the same.

Yan Bugui and Third Aunt had been married for decades and had very similar ideas. He listened to Third Aunt's words without any doubt.

Thinking back on all these years, he had approached Wang Kun so many times for help with his children's jobs, but Wang Kun had never agreed.

"I was wondering why he didn't agree to help our family. It turns out he wanted more money."

The third aunt nodded: "Of course."

"No. We can't just let it go like this." Yan Bugui felt very uncomfortable at the thought of losing his job at a steel rolling mill.

The third aunt looked at him in surprise: "What are you going to do? Without money, Wang Kun will definitely not agree."

Yan Bugui was stunned when he heard this, and then he said, "Who said that you can't do without money? I know that he took money from the Liu family. This is the handle. If he wants me not to tell anyone, he must give our family one, no, two jobs. When the time comes, I will sell the jobs to our son. What do you think of this idea?"

Of course that would be great.

The three aunts said nice things for free, and they were even thinking about how much they should ask for when they sold their job to their sons.

When Yan Bugui came out of his house, he would squat at the door and clean his bicycle. He ignored the people passing by.

Those who were holding things in their hands were immediately happy because they didn't have to deal with Yan Bugui. Wang Kun was pushing his bicycle home when he was blocked by Yan Bugui.

"Wang Kun, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? Tell me!"

Yan Bugui looked around and decided that he couldn't tell anyone about it in the courtyard. If others knew about it, it would no longer be a secret and he would not be able to blackmail Wang Kun.

"To my house."

Wang Kun wanted to take the bicycle home first, but Yan Bugui refused and held him back from leaving.

There was no choice but to follow him to Yan's house. When they got home, the third aunt was all smiles and actively poured Wang Kun a cup of tea with tea leaves in it, not plain water.

Wang Kun had a bad feeling when he saw this. Yan Bugui had never been so generous before. Once Yan Bugui was generous, there must be some very harsh calculations behind it.

"You've heard about going to the countryside, right?"

Wang Kun nodded, thinking that they were probably looking for him for a job. He could indeed get him a job at the steel mill, but he was unwilling to do so.

Besides not wanting to help Yan Bugui for nothing, he just disliked the trouble. After helping the Yan family, should he help other people in the courtyard? With so many people, how could Wang Kun have such great ability?

Arranging jobs was done in advance. The subdistrict office was arranging people to go to the countryside, and he was looking for jobs for them. Even a fool could tell there was something fishy going on.

"We go to the countryside every year, it's nothing special. If there's nothing else, I'll go home first."

Yan Bugui stopped Wang Kun again: "Don't leave in such a hurry. I know you have the ability to help our Jie Kuang get a job."

Wang Kun shook his head: "You think too highly of me. I don't have that ability."

As soon as he finished speaking, the faces of Yan Bugui and his wife turned ugly.

The two looked at each other, and the third aunt said, "You can help the Liu family get a job, why can't you help us get one?"

Wang Kun looked at the third aunt in confusion, not understanding what she meant. In fact, he did get job quotas for others. With so many young people, it was impossible to keep all of them and send them all to the countryside. Each factory still had to recruit some people every year. It was just that there were very few quotas, and people without connections would definitely not get any.

Coincidentally, one of them was surnamed Liu. That person was a friend of his. Yan Bugui had absolutely no way of knowing this.

"What nonsense are you talking about? When have I ever found a job for anyone else?"

"I saw it all. The Liu family went to find Qiu Ye for Liu Guangfu. Qiu Ye agreed."

Wang Kun didn't believe what the third aunt said at all. He and Ran Qiuye were husband and wife, so he definitely believed Ran Qiuye. Ran Qiuye would not agree to such a thing privately.

"I don't know what you are talking about. But I can tell you clearly that I have no ability to help you."

Yan Bugui stared at Wang Kun and said threateningly, "Aren't you afraid that we will report you for selling job quotas?"

Wang Kun laughed and looked at him: "If you want to report it, that's your right. But if you want to threaten me with this, I tell you, you're dreaming."

Many people have done the private sale of jobs. If Yan Bugui dared to report it, Wang Kun would not have to do anything to save him.

Stealing someone's money is like killing their parents.

Taking the calculations made in the courtyard outside would be seeking death.

(End of this chapter)