Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The steel rolling mill is expanding its workforce, and everyone is making connections. Those in leadership positions will naturally arrange for their relatives to work in the factory.

Everyone else is doing it, and if you don't, you're considered a misfit, and then you'll be the only one left to get rid of!

We all have relatives here, so if we don't make arrangements now, it will be difficult later.

The neighborhood committee also got involved; they had available positions provided by the steel rolling mill.

It won't be given all at once, but in batches.

The neighborhood committees are much stricter; they basically don't arrange jobs for people who aren't from impoverished families.

The neighborhood committee has provided jobs for many families in Nanluoguxiang who do not have formal employment.

There were no openings in courtyard number 95, and the neighborhood committee didn't even come.

Several families are extremely anxious. They do have official work positions at home, but their sons and daughters don't.

I can't exactly hang out on the streets. If I had a son, it would be easier; he could find some manual labor and earn some money.

The daughter can only do housework and mending at home; this can't go on forever.

They originally thought the neighborhood committee would give their compound one or two spots, but they got nothing.

So the neighbors went to find three liaison officers.

After hearing the neighbors' requests, Yi Zhonghai and the other two agreed to go and find Director Wang.

They went there happily, but returned dejected.

Because I was severely scolded by Director Wang, the exact words are as follows:

"Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui, Liu Haizhong, are you three idiots?"

"Even I, the director of the neighborhood committee, am envious of the lifestyle your compound enjoys. How dare you come here asking for a workstation?"

"What about the impoverished families in your compound if we give them these workstations?"

"Are we going to keep letting them starve? Can't you use your brains?"

"Go find somewhere cool and stay there, I'm very busy..."

When the three of them repeated Director Wang's exact words, the neighbors were stunned.

A question began to creep into my mind: "Is life really that strange to us?"

There were indeed seven or eight young men and women in the courtyard who were unemployed, and their parents were naturally very worried.

Having a formal job, even as an apprentice, will give you a better chance of getting married or finding a husband in the future.

The other family values ​​you more. If a man doesn't have a job, what family would marry their daughter to you? Would they starve with you?

If a woman has a job, she is an even better match in the eyes of a matchmaker, and she is also likely to marry into a good family.

The neighborhood committee didn't allocate any spots, so the neighbors couldn't do anything about it. Actually, they couldn't do anything; they just wanted to get them for free.

If you really want to get your child a job, it's easy to solve by spending some money. It's really not difficult nowadays; you can get one just by spending money.

Since the neighborhood committee wouldn't give them what they wanted, they had to find another way, and naturally, some people set their sights on Li Jiuzhou, the leader.

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's three liaison officers immediately came up with an idea: to hold a meeting to have Li Jiuzhou, the leader, do something for the neighbors in the courtyard.

The general meeting of the entire college in Building 95 was held as scheduled at 7 p.m.

You know what, those three old guys really know what they're doing.

However, everyone was standing, no one was sitting, so it didn't look very impressive.

"Everyone, please be quiet. We've all been working on job openings lately, and there's nothing we can do if the neighborhood committee doesn't give us any."

"Jiuzhou, you're a manager in the factory, what suggestions do you have?"

Yi Zhonghai didn't dare to say whether you had a job opening, clearly because he didn't want to offend Li Jiuzhou.

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuzhou stepped forward. He had long anticipated this day and was well-prepared for it.

"As you three liaison officers just mentioned, the job openings at the subdistrict office are reserved for families in need."

"It's obvious that our department's indicators don't meet the requirements, but everyone is doing quite well."

"Although I am a junior manager in the factory, I am only in charge of the canteen."

"Of course I have a spot."

"Wow..." The neighbors were excited when they heard that Li Jiuzhou had a spot.

After observing everyone's reactions, Li Jiuzhou smiled and continued, "However, none of you meet the criteria."

"Why? We're all neighbors in the same courtyard in Jiuzhou, we can't let outsiders benefit from this!" Liu Haizhong said.

Li Jiuzhou smiled faintly:

"The factory is expanding and hiring more staff, so the canteen has suddenly added three more. I need a cook, a cook who can cook large batches of dishes. Are there any in the factory?"

"As for the other odd jobs, they are arranged by the factory, and I can't interfere."

"You don't need to even think about the job openings at the neighborhood office or those I have; it's useless."

"Spending some money to send someone in as a worker is better than anything else. There's still a chance now, and it's not expensive. Five or six hundred dollars can solve the problem."

"If the enrollment quotas become even more expensive later on, I suggest you make your move sooner if you're really interested."

Hearing Li Jiuzhou say this, the neighbors started discussing it amongst themselves.

They knew in their hearts that Li Jiuzhou definitely had a quota, but he wouldn't give it up.

There are seven or eight people in the courtyard. Have they all been assigned jobs?

Don't even think about it; that's not how you dream.

They thought that Li Jiuzhou had at most two or three spots.

Little did they know that the other party had 20, or even more.

At this point, the only solution they could find for their child was to spend money.

Immediately, someone offered to pay for a workstation for his daughter and asked Yi Zhonghai how to proceed.

Yi Zhonghai said he would ask about it tomorrow.

Actually, Yi Zhonghai had a job opening in his hands, given to him by the team leader. He didn't tell anyone, he really didn't dare to, because too many people were eyeing it.

This is money, real money!

Yi Zhonghai wanted to sell the goods for some money. He had no relatives, and the Jia family mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hadn't asked to go to work, so he decided to sell them to raise money.

The next day, Yi Zhonghai sold his job to the neighbor who had first inquired about it.

He sold it for 550 yuan. After receiving the money, Yi Zhonghai's hands trembled violently; it was too valuable.

Seeing this, the other neighbors all went to find Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai ran out of supplies and didn't even think to go to the team leader to tell him there was nothing he could do.

At this point, Xu Damao put his intelligence to use, saying that he knew the leaders and could help him make a move.

Xu Damao really knew the leader of the publicity department, and the leader said that each workstation would cost 500 yuan.

Xu Damao told his neighbor that each workstation would cost 700 yuan.

Holy crap, their hearts are so black they're practically purple!

The neighbors were terrified. Yesterday it was only 550, and now it's 700?

Actually, Yi Zhonghai only knew the general idea, but it was over 500 yuan.

He was stunned when Xu Damao quoted 700 each, thinking to himself that Xu Damao was a total rip-off.

Even Sha Zhu was complaining to Li Jiuzhou, "Senior brother, Da Mao is pretty bold. Isn't he afraid of getting into trouble with the neighbors if things get out of hand?"

Upon hearing this, Li Jiuzhou laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? If you think the price is not right, just don't buy it."

"That makes sense." Sha Zhu nodded. He wasn't interested in this; he was just chatting casually with his senior brother.

Xu Damao certainly had guts; he saw a business opportunity in it.

He bought a workstation from his boss for 500 yuan and then resold it for 550 yuan, just like Yi Zhonghai did, making a net profit of 50 yuan, which was more than his monthly salary.

Xu Damao's eyes turned red, but he continued selling.

The neighbors in the courtyard had no other options but to go to Xu Damao, and they basically completed the transactions for under 600 yuan each.

In just one week, Xu Damao bought and sold eight workstations. He was a middleman and made over 500 yuan. He was ecstatic.

Yang Guangming did the same thing as him.

Yang Guangming himself didn't have a workstation, but his uncle did, so he naturally sold very well and earned much more than Xu Damao.

Yang Guangming's business was essentially risk-free, while Xu Damao still had a way to make a profit.

Of course, Yang Guangming didn't dare to keep it all for himself. He took 200 yuan from each workstation sold, and the rest went to his third uncle.