I was reborn without dreams

Chapter 18 Recruitment
There are two batches of young teachers who intend to work part-time as teaching assistants and will be interviewed. The reason there are two batches is that one batch is introduced by Zhang Zhengdong and the other batch is introduced by Li Jiawen.

Ms. Li, who didn't have many connections before, wouldn't have become an "intermediary" in the first place. However, Zhang Zhengdong told her to hurry up and get an adult undergraduate degree so that she could help out at "Zhang An Education". During her self-study, she often went to the public reading room in Donggang Town to study, and thus got to know many primary and secondary school teachers who were also preparing for the exam.

They all share the common characteristic of not having formal employment status, and their salaries and bonuses are inconsistent.

I heard that teaching assistants at "Zhang An Education" earn 1,500 yuan a month, so I must have even higher aspirations, like whether I can become a teacher or something.

The tuition fee at "Zhang An Education" is regulated at 150 yuan per class, with 40 minutes counted as one hour. However, this fee standard has not been implemented so far.

The reason is simply that, apart from Zhang Da'an, there is no other formal instructor; they are all teaching assistants.

Teaching assistants do not receive hourly pay.

The citywide unified exam will be held in March, and mock exams will begin in April. By then, there will be no new lessons for the third year of junior high school, and the focus will be on practicing with past papers.

Zhang Da'an's first interview was after the unified exam in March. He chose the Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation Hotel. After the interview, regardless of whether he was hired or not, he would be reimbursed for 50 yuan of his commuting expenses.

The advertising effect generated by this mere fifty yuan commuting fee was comparable to that of the top scorer in the Wudu City high school entrance examination. Zhang Da'an himself did not expect such a sensational effect.

This is where Zhang Da'an is a bit out of touch. Before his rebirth, he was not very familiar with the living difficulties of young primary and secondary school teachers in this era, and he never expected that he would have a strong sense of satisfaction in both "material needs" and "inner respect" among young teachers.

Eight people passed the first round of interviews. Five of them, who originally planned to work part-time, have now signed full-time employment contracts with Zhang Da'an.

They have a strong gambling spirit, but the interviewees are, after all, young teachers in their early twenties, so they still have that kind of drive.

"Teacher Zhao, you need to think this through. The school you're teaching at now is at least in the north of the city. My school is 20 or 30 kilometers away from the city center, and there are no hospitals, supermarkets, or entertainment facilities around."

“I’ve thought it through, and I’ve also studied the organization’s competition mechanism in detail. As long as the teaching assistants meet the requirements, they can also undertake teaching tasks. I’m striving to become one of the first batch of formal instructors in the organization.”

The most thoughtful teacher was Zhao Yiwan, a native of Yangtai. He came to Chengbei Middle School in Shazhou City to teach Chinese. However, he missed his stop on the long-distance bus. He was going to Jiyang City next door, but the destination of that long-distance bus was Shazhou City Long-Distance Bus Station.

When I woke up, I was already at the long-distance bus station. At that time, the long-distance bus station in Shazhou City had not yet been relocated and was 500 meters away from Chengbei Middle School in a straight line.

He crossed the Yangtze River in a daze, passed through Jiyang County in a daze, and then went to Chengbei Middle School in Shazhou City in a daze to ask if they needed a Chinese teacher...

These days, which school complains about having too many teachers?
No one will be turned away.

Anyway, a few hundred yuan a month is enough to support a teacher, and if necessary, the teacher's salary can be delayed for years...

Awesome!

Coincidentally, Zhao Yiwan did indeed have 10,000 yuan in bonuses for the past three years that he hadn't received yet, and he had never considered the possibility of a permanent position.

In his early twenties, a time when he should be striving for success, he would push a stove to the long-distance bus station to sell sesame cakes when he had nothing else to do.

The sesame seed cakes from my hometown, Huangqiao Town, are a masterpiece, made with a family tradition.

Unfortunately, his skills were ultimately lacking, and all his business was one-off. No wonder he could only operate as a guerrilla fighter around the long-distance bus station.

"Since you've thought it through, let me give you a glimpse of what's to come. On top of the existing hourly rate, there will be double the overtime pay. This overtime includes not only regular working hours but also any additional teaching projects, all of which will be considered overtime."

"Does the newly added teaching program refer to teaching outside of the regular junior high school subject teaching tasks?"

"Yes, for example, someone might want to get a high school diploma. These self-study programs are generally considered normal working hours, but they're not fixed and depend on the development of similar projects in the future. But as long as it's not a specific project you're in charge of, it counts as overtime. In short, any work not on the daily schedule will be doubled."

"..."

Gulp. Zhao Yiwan instinctively swallowed. Although he was a Chinese language teacher, he was also decent at math and knew addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.

After doing some mental calculations, I felt that "Zhang An Education" was like a den of swindlers.

But Zhang Da'an was the top scorer in the Wudu City Junior High School Entrance Examination last year, which is undeniable. He had seen Zhang Da'an's photo in the newspaper and had also seen him interviewed by the local TV station.

Furthermore, although Dongweigang Middle School is terrible, its principal, Zhang Zhengdong, is a legitimate principal. Even if he's incompetent, he's still a principal.

The treatment is too good...it feels a bit unreal.

Is it because Zhang Da'an is inexperienced and doesn't understand the dangers of the underworld?
Actually, it's easy to appease the teacher; a thousand or so yuan will do the trick. But how do I get myself to vaguely be planning to memorize Lu Bu's lines with this much money?

Ten thousand years of wandering...

I'd rather not have him become my godfather; he's only seventeen, not an adult yet.

How can someone who is only seventeen years old grow so tall and strong?
Is this reasonable?

When Zhang Da'an stood up with a smile and shook hands with Zhao Yiwan, Zhao Yiwan realized that his boss was half a head taller than him.

He's over 1.8 meters tall.

His skin was dark, and his palms were covered in calluses. Even through his down jacket, you could tell that the arm he was shaking hands with was thick, strong, and muscular.

"Then, Teacher Zhao, thank you for your hard work in the future. Welcome to the 'Zhang An Education' family."

"I will definitely take my job seriously!"

Zhao Yiwan adjusted the temple of his glasses, suddenly feeling flattered.

As he left the Foreign Trade Hotel with the small gift, he was still a little dazed, feeling like it wasn't real. He found a public phone booth and, without thinking much about it, made a call back to the convenience store in his hometown, asking the old lady there to call his mother.

After waiting for about ten minutes, he called again. When his mother answered, he heard her voice: "Wanwan, what's up? Do you have enough money?"

"..."

Zhao Yiwan couldn't utter a single word for a moment. After scratching his head for a while, he finally said in a muffled voice, "The school said the bonuses are going to be issued soon, and they've already sent out notices. When the bonuses are issued, Mom, do you want a down jacket? Down jackets from Shanghu, factory direct sales, are a hundred yuan cheaper than on the street."

"Take one for your father, I'll pass."

Have you eaten yet?

"You've eaten, and you're fetching water now. Your father is still in the fields."

"Do you need me to go back and help with the rice planting?"

"I can manage, take care of yourself..."

After rambling on for a while, the call finally ended because the person on the other end was worried about the phone bill.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yiwan let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had made up his mind. Clutching the resignation letter he had already written, he strode out.

(End of this chapter)