The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 982: Being rejected everywhere
"There is no shortage of people in the factory for the time being. You can ask elsewhere~!"

The old janitor in the reception room at the entrance of People's Printing Factory in Beijing put down the phone in his hand, lay down on the bamboo chair, flicked the newspaper, and started today's work. He didn't want to look at the man named lying by the window. He Yuzhu is a young man.

"Uncle, is it Director Gu you are contacting? I have a good relationship with him. He tasted my cooking when he came to our factory and wanted to transfer me to your factory~!"

He Yuzhu licked his lips, but still lay on the window sill of the communication room reluctantly, wanting to continue communicating and not giving up easily.

Looking at the newspaper that had just been delivered today, the old man glanced sideways at He Yuzhu, but did not move his buttocks and was too lazy to wave his hands.

"Hunter, don't you understand what I'm saying? Our factory is not short of people. You've been here for a long time. Didn't you see it? I called you. If you have this free time, go to another factory. Just ask~!”

"Clang~!"

Maybe I was bored, so I closed all the open windows inside through the iron fence. Now my ears were clear.

Shaking his head, the old man crossed his legs and slowly fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan. He didn't want to pay any attention to the sound of people knocking on the window outside.

"What do you think you are? You're just looking down on others, bah~!"

This time, the fire was completely turned off. He kicked the brick wall of the communication room with two feet incompetently and furiously. He Yuzhu took a few steps back, glanced inside the door of the printing factory, turned around and returned.

After walking a few steps and reaching the shade of a tree, He Yuzhu took out his notebook and pen and drew a horizontal line on the name of the Beijing Printing Factory.

Director Gu here, He Yuzhu still remembers, was the steward of the printing workshop. Because there was a problem with the rollers of a printing press imported in the early years and no spare parts could be found, he specially found a steel rolling mill and rolled an identical one by hand. .

It was late that day, so Li Huaide specially brought him to a small cubicle in the third canteen to treat him to a meal. During the meal, he also invited himself, the cook, to praise his skills in front of everyone and asked him: Got his name.

As a result, I ran into difficulties today and came to see him specially. I didn't even go through the door and told him his name, but it was of no use at all.

When the horizontal line was drawn at the end, He Yuzhu felt that he had been tricked, and the tip of his pen almost penetrated the notebook. The look of hatred on his face made him tremble.

In the book, there are also horizontal lines drawn in front of it. Some people owed him favors before, and some people, like Director Gu, admired the cooking skills during meals, but ended up not recognizing people when they left the house.

"These cadres, one by one, they are all nothing~!"

Cursing, He Yuzhu stuffed the pen and notebook back into the satchel, moved the shoulder strap of the satchel to his shoulder, spat at the door again, and turned around to leave.

There is a place for him to stay here if he doesn’t want to stay. In the small stove in the back kitchen of the steel rolling mill, he is the one who serves the most. If it doesn’t work, he will move on to the next one.

In the communication room, after He Yuzhu left, the door of the communication room was suddenly pushed open.

"Ouch, Director Gu~!"

The person who walked in through the door was none other than Director Gu, whom He Yuzhu had longed for but could not see.

"Old Sun, where is he? Is he gone?"

He has a big belly and looks somewhat similar to Liu Haizhong. He looks like a gourmet at first glance. I don’t know if he was influenced by the printing factory. He is actually a gentle fat man. When he walked in, he flicked a cigarette to the old man and looked at him. , glanced out of the window and asked pretending to be nonchalant.

"Why don't you just leave? This kid has a dirty mouth and wants to enter the factory to find you. How can I let him in now~!"

After taking the cigarette from Director Gu, the old man started smoking happily and respectfully gave away all the bamboo chairs.

"It has to be your old grandson, who has sharp eyesight. Turn around and help me keep an eye on it. If this kid comes over again, let me know and I'll go back through another door~!"

After getting the answer he wanted, Director Gu nodded and threw the remaining half pack of cigarettes on the table as a reward for doing the work.

"Director Gu, this guy is not very capable. If he comes again, I will chase him away. I will definitely not delay your get off work~!"

Holding the cigarette, Old Suntou got an advantage. He immediately became smart and took everything into his arms. The broom handle he used to sweep the door was not only for sweeping fallen leaves.

"No, this kid is a bit evil. Do you know what he has done? You, an old man, probably can't handle it~!"

Director Gu squinted his eyes and looked out the window of the communication room. He raised his index finger with his right hand and waved it. At first glance, he was showing off. "How to say?"

"He was a cook, and he dared to feed the former deputy director of his factory with a ladle of feces. He chased him into the office of the government building and poured it into him. Oh, you didn't know. When they induced vomiting in the hospital of their factory, Scene~ Tsk tsk, I’ve heard all about it!”

"Ah~!"

Old Sun's eyes widened. He didn't expect to hear such dirty words from the mouth of Director Gu, who was always gentle and polite. Most importantly, the scene was chilling to think about.

"So, no matter how good his cooking skills are, I don't dare to use him. Just like Monkey Sun, he will cause trouble sooner or later~!"

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. Even the explosion in the steel rolling mill was not as widespread as the shit scoop incident. It was mainly disgusting people. Even the cleaners in the factory and hospital couldn't stand it.

He Yuzhu became famous in one battle.

No matter how delicious the food is, no leader can stand it. To have subordinates who are so tossing, if one day they end up eating melons, they will lose their face in the huge capital, with the bottom class who want it. If you go head-to-head with the hob, you will suffer losses whether you win or lose.

If you can't afford to offend someone, you can't afford to hide from them. When you reach the level where you can go to the steel rolling mill to open a small kitchen for reception, recruiting people may be a little troublesome, but if you don't want to recruit someone, then it's very simple!
After looking for a job, no one accepted his resume. When He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard, he felt extremely uncomfortable, but he still put on a posture that made it unclear what was true.

Qin Jingru, who had nothing to do in the yard, saw Chef He coming back and wisely got out of Jia's house.

He Yuzhu entered the house with his front legs, and Qin Jingru followed closely behind him. When the deaf old lady saw this scene, she almost burst out laughing.

Qin Jingru works quickly and diligently, and keeps the He family clean. The millstone is also the kind that can give birth to a fat boy. Her walking posture makes her look like a young girl, and the deaf old lady likes it very tight.

"How's it going? Did you receive the call today?"

He poured cold boiled water from the teapot and brought it to the table with both hands. Qin Jingru, like a daughter-in-law who had just passed the door, also hung He Yuzhu's satchel that he threw on the bed on the wall.

He Yuzhu looked a little unhappy when he heard Qin Jingru's question, but for a moment, he could feel the unhappiness in his heart.

Qin Jingru asked with concern, not ridicule, but what could Dazhu say? It had been three days, let alone work, and no one asked him to do the banquet.

The cowhide that was blown out at the beginning has already shown signs of being blown apart due to the existence of Nanyi.

No one in the factory asked him to sit down, which was a very dangerous sign. There was no one to make an appointment with, as if he had taken off his clothes in the steel rolling mill. Without this platform, he was not taken seriously at all.

"I went to several companies and they all wanted to see me, but the classification was not suitable. In the steel rolling mill, I was an eighth-level cook. If other factories wanted to invite me, they had to at least be assigned this level. Nine or ten. Go. It’s no fun~!”

Qin Jingru came to the city to go on a blind date with him. He Yuzhu knew this very well. He had done a good job in the past few days. He Yuzhu also noticed it, but at this point, he seemed to be trapped. .

If he doesn't have a job, it won't sound good if he says it out loud. Wouldn't he become a idler and a gangster? At this point, he can only try to use nice words to drag him along. Anyway, sooner or later, he will still find a job.

"That's not possible. You can't do it if you don't have enough money. The difference between the first level and the first level is a few dollars. Your cooking is so delicious. We can't suffer this loss. Drink some water. If you can't, take your time~!"

The stupid Qin Jingru didn't doubt that he was there. When He Yuzhu said this, she took it seriously. She picked up the small cattail leaf fan and fanned He Yuzhu's ears. Of course, the fan caused wind in his ears.

For her, a girl from the countryside, who would like to break every penny in half and spend it, if the money is calculated in yuan, it will fall into a hole and she will not be able to get out.

Marriage means living a good life, and one dollar can do a lot of things, not to mention that the difference in cooking is only four or five dollars!
Only He Yuzhu knew the bitterness in his heart. Not to mention the ninth- and tenth-level cook positions, there were no jobs that could allow him to enter the factory. He was now almost like a sheep shit egg, with only a smooth surface, and he had to bite the bullet and rest on his laurels.

"Let's not mention this for now. I'm going to rest for a while. I'll call you when I'm ready to cook~!"

I still have some money, but it's not a big deal if I can't get it in or out all the time. For a moment, Dazhu couldn't stand it anymore, and he waved his hand half-heartedly.

The stupid Qin Jingru didn't think there was a problem at all. Knowing that He Yuzhu was running around these days and working hard, he closed the door and went out.

After Qin Jingru left, He Yuzhu became really impatient now. He stood up in the room, scratching his head and ears in a hurry, but he still looked as stable as a rock just now.

(End of this chapter)