Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Upon hearing Yan Fugui's words, Yan Jiecheng immediately became furious.

"Dad, I only earn 18 yuan a month, and you still want me to pay you back 15 yuan, plus 6 yuan for living expenses? Yu Li isn't even married into the family yet, and you're already scheming against her. Isn't that too cruel? Besides, you're my own father. How can you lend money to your son and then charge interest?"

The three women tugged at Yan Fugui's sleeve and said, "Old Yan, Jie Cheng's starting salary at the factory is only eighteen yuan. Why don't you let him pay you back ten yuan first? When he gets promoted, his salary will be 33 yuan, and then you can have him pay you back 20 yuan every month."

At this point, the third aunt looked at Yan Jiecheng and said, "Jiecheng, don't blame your dad for being calculating. Don't you think about it? Our family has so many people, and we all rely on your dad's salary to survive. If he didn't calculate things, could he support our whole family?"

"Okay, Jiecheng, before you get a raise, you can pay your dad back 10 yuan every month, plus 6 yuan for living expenses. The remaining 2 yuan, or the money you and Yuli earn from doing odd jobs, can be saved. Is that alright?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Fugui nodded: "Okay, then let's do it this way. Jie Cheng, do you have any other questions? If not, I'll go ask Wang Feng first."

Yan Jiecheng knew what kind of person his father was, and he also knew that this was the best solution, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.

He desperately wanted to marry Yu Li. Lately, it had been Wang Feng getting married, Liu Guangqi getting married, and even Xu Damao getting married. He was itching to marry her.

Once he gets a stable job, Yu Li should agree to marry him, and he'll be able to win her heart immediately.

Thinking of this, he immediately grinned foolishly, fantasizing about sleeping while holding Yu Li.

After finishing his meal, Yan Fugui took two dried fish and went out.

When the three Yan brothers saw the dried fish, they kept swallowing, but they all knew it was for Wang Feng, so they didn't dare to say anything.

Yan Fugui arrived at Wang Feng's house and, finding the door closed, knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock".

Hearing the knock on the door, Wang Feng checked the time. It was only 12:30 in the afternoon. Jingru shouldn't be back this early.

Upon opening the door and seeing Yan Fugui, Wang Feng asked with some surprise, "Old Yan, is there something you need?"

Yan Fugui handed the dried fish to Wang Feng and laughed, "Wang Feng, take these two dried fish and eat them. Uncle San has some things he wants to ask you."

Wang Feng quickly stopped Yan Fugui. He was too lazy to pick up these small dried fish that had fallen on the ground. He had more than 20,000 catties of fish weighing over 5 catties each in his 50 mu fishpond and space warehouse. He couldn't even finish eating them all, so why would he want Yan Fugui's stingy dried fish?

Besides, the dried fish at Old Yan's house had been sitting there for who knows how long; it was lucky if you ate them and didn't get diarrhea.

"Old Yan, you should keep the dried fish for yourself. If you need anything, just ask."

Seeing that Wang Feng didn't want it, Yan Fugui immediately put away the dried fish and grinned shamelessly:

"Wang Feng, you're the only cadre in our institute right now. Uncle San wants your help. Do you have a way to get my family into the steel rolling mill?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng had to admit that this was very much like Yan Fugui, trying to get Yan Jiecheng to find a job by offering him two dried fish?

Yan Fugui must be daydreaming. These days, a regular job at a steel rolling mill costs at least 800 yuan. You think you can find a job with just two dried fish?

"Old Yan, do you think I, a low-level administrative cadre at level 18, can get involved in the factory's recruitment? You can ask Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. One is an eighth-level fitter and the other is a seventh-level forger. They know more about this than I do."

Wang Feng refused without even thinking.

He did have a job opening, which Li Huaide had given him as compensation, but even if he lost the job, he couldn't let Yan Laokou take advantage of it. He didn't even intend to sell it to Yan Fugui, and he wasn't short of money right now.

Just as Wang Feng was about to close the door, Yan Fugui stopped him and said:

"Wang Feng, you're a cadre, can you see if you can help my family get out of trouble? Don't worry, after it's done, I... I'll give you five hundred."

"hehe."

Wang Feng was no longer willing to waste words. He looked at Yan Fugui and said sarcastically:

"Old Yan, you've got a good plan, haven't you? These days, a regular job at the steel rolling mill costs at least 800 yuan. You think you can get Yan Jiecheng into the steel rolling mill for 500? You must be dreaming!"

"Old Yan, do you think I'm some kind of pushover who'd personally spend 300 yuan to find a job for your Yan Jiecheng?"

"Bang."

After Wang Feng finished speaking, he didn't give Yan Fugui a chance to speak and slammed the door shut.

"Wang Feng, Wang Feng, that's not what Third Uncle meant."

Yan Fugui was so anxious when he saw that Wang Feng didn't want to talk to him. He didn't dare to knock on the door anymore, for fear that Wang Feng would open the door and beat him up.

He originally wanted to test Wang Feng. If five hundred could get Jie Cheng into the steel mill, wouldn't the remaining five hundred be a profit? He didn't expect Wang Feng to be so impatient. He closed the door before Wang Feng could finish speaking.

Yan Fugui sighed and went to Yi Zhonghai's house again.

After some conversation, Yi Zhonghai did know that someone in the fitter's workshop was selling job openings, but it cost 850 yuan.

He was a little reluctant, as it was 50 yuan more than he had expected. Helpless, he went to Liu Haizhong again.

Liu Haizhong's side is even more ruthless; someone in their workshop is selling forging worker slots for a whopping 850 yuan.

Although Yan Fugui had never worked in a steel rolling mill, he knew that forging was more arduous than fitting, and that most people would choose fitting.

However, the blacksmith's salary is higher than that of the fitter. The salary of a level 7 fitter is 84.5 yuan, but Liu Haizhong's salary as a level 7 blacksmith, including subsidies, seems to be 92 yuan.

Yan Fugui returned to the house, and Yan Jiecheng immediately asked, "Dad, how is it?"

Yan Fugui shook his head: "Wang Feng is unwilling to help. I found my uncles, and they both know that someone is selling job openings, but the fitter and blacksmith jobs are both 900 yuan."

"Jiecheng, although Duan's work is a bit tough, the salary is also higher. Do you want to be a fitter or a blacksmith? Also, Jiecheng, there are 900 job openings now, so you have to pay me back 1100, and the extra 200 will be interest."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng's eyes turned red. He thought that if Wang Feng was willing to help, the 800 yuan would be enough. Now that there was an extra 100 yuan, he would have to work for another six months to earn it back.

He desperately needs a permanent job right now, so he can't care about anything else. A hundred more is a hundred more, but now he really hates Wang Feng.

"Dad, do you think I'm fit enough to be a blacksmith? I think I'll stick to being a fitter."

"Okay, I'll go find Lao Yi right now."