Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Yan Bugui was overjoyed that his son was ambitious. Just for his son's boldness in buying good cigarettes and alcohol, Yan Bugui thought highly of him.

I believe my son is capable of great things!

So the next day they started using connections to get their son a job at the factory.

Yan Bugui had his own ideas. Since his son was ambitious, he naturally couldn't send him to work in a factory as an ordinary worker.

You need to get into the office, even as a regular clerk. If you plan well, you can get promoted.

Full of confidence, Yan Bugui took action. First, he went to his backer, the former principal, and told him about it.

Of course, Yan Bugui didn't go empty-handed; he had a deep understanding of this since becoming a leader.

You can't ask someone for a favor empty-handed, especially your own former principal.

This old man looks very serious, but deep down he's greedier than anyone else.

Yan Bugui gave him half of the tobacco and alcohol his son had brought.

The old principal accepted everything without hesitation and then asked Yan Bugui what he wanted:

"Director Yan, which department at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill would your son like to work in?"

Yan Bugui smiled slightly, feeling that the matter was settled.

"Boss, go to the propaganda department. My good-for-nothing son only graduated from high school; he's barely qualified."

The old principal nodded after hearing this. He wasn't too surprised; indeed, the publicity department was the best choice.

So, in front of Yan Bugui, he made a phone call to the director of a steel rolling mill, who was in charge of pricing.

They agreed very readily, which suggests that the two have a very close relationship.

However, they also said they needed detailed information about Yan Jiecheng.

Neither the former principal nor Yan Bugui were surprised, and they said they would send the materials over today and bring the person along as well.

Yan Bugui was very happy and rode his bicycle to the city wall without stopping, where he found Yan Jiecheng moving bricks.

"Eldest son, come home with Dad, let's get ready and head to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill!"

Yan Jiecheng was overjoyed upon hearing this, threw down the brick in his hand, and jumped onto the back of his father's bicycle.

His classmates were quite surprised. Liu Guangtian was also carrying bricks, earning some pocket money during his summer vacation when he had nothing to do.

As a neighbor, Liu Guangtian felt it necessary to remind Yan Jiecheng:

"Hey, Jie Cheng, you haven't been paid yet?"

Yan Jiecheng didn't even turn his head; he simply raised his right hand and waved it.

"I've given you everything, Guangtian, take it and spend it!"

After hearing this, Liu Guangtian was stunned for a moment and then shouted:

"Thank you!"

Liu Guangtian was overjoyed; that was eight cents! How could he not be happy?

The reason for the 80 cents was that Yan Jiecheng worked very quickly and had a particular idea of ​​how to make money.

Neither the Yan father nor his son intended to ask for that small amount of wages.

Yan Bugui selectively ignored it; his son was about to start working in the factory, so this small amount of money didn't matter.

Yan Jiecheng shared the same idea; he even wanted to fly to the steel rolling mill.

The father and son first went back to the courtyard. Yan Jiecheng had to tidy up his appearance, so he took a quick shower and changed into a clean and presentable Zhongshan suit.

The father and son rushed to the steel rolling mill and met the director that the old principal had contacted.

Upon meeting, Yan Bugui offered him a Zhonghua cigarette and then handed him two packs of cigarettes before finally handing him Yan Jiecheng's information.

The director was quite polite, but after looking at the documents, he frowned.

Then he said something that shocked both father and son:

"You're a small business owner's family. It's already difficult for you to become a worker, let alone a clerk in the publicity department. It's like trying to climb to the sky."

"Brother, I can't do that!"

Yan Bugui grew anxious: "Brother, please think of another way. I will reward you handsomely once it's done."

The director shook his head:

"There's really nothing I can do about it. The ingredients are already set, and it's a red line that's not something I can control."

"Even the factory director and the Party Secretary don't have a better solution."

"Sink back to work, and it's not a problem to become a worker even if it costs a little."

Having said that, Yan Bugui stopped dwelling on it and left dejectedly with his son.

On the way back, Yan Jiecheng looked ashen-faced. If he faced such strict ingredient checks at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, he could only imagine how strict other factories would be. He estimated that the final result would be similar.

Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but complain:

"Dad, we don't have much, so how come we're classified as small business owners?"

"I've never enjoyed the same treatment as a small property owner, isn't this ridiculous?"

Yan Bugui's expression became somewhat unnatural after hearing this:

"Why didn't you enjoy it? Our family has two storefronts in Zhengyangmen, and the rent is only 15 yuan a month."

"You've spent this money, and our whole family has spent it!"

"Holy shit..." Yan Jiecheng was stunned after hearing this, and couldn't help but grit his teeth and say:

"Dad, you've been keeping this a secret for a while!"

Yan Bugui was a little smug:

"Otherwise what? Do you think your dad looks that simple?"

"Don't underestimate our two storefronts; they bring us a lot of benefits."

"Even if you become a good-for-nothing in the future, you won't starve thanks to those two storefronts."

"Dad, do you mean those two storefronts are for me?" Yan Jiecheng was pleasantly surprised and forgot his earlier disappointment.

Yan Bugui nodded and then shook his head.

This puzzled Yan Jiecheng:

"Dad, what do you mean by nodding and shaking your head? I'm completely confused."

"Whoever takes care of us in our old age will take care of us, but you said yesterday that you would take care of me and your mother in our old age, so my word doesn't count. It depends on your future behavior!"

"It's not necessarily all of them, but one place is a certainty."

"Eldest child, you are Mom and Dad's child, and so are your younger siblings."

"Your mother and I can be biased, but not too much. You have to figure some things out for yourself."

Yan Jiecheng was not blinded by profit. His father was right; he was not the only son in the family.

Even if he is responsible for taking care of his parents' old age, we cannot give him everything.

Otherwise, there will be trouble among the siblings in the future.

As a high school student, Yan Jiecheng understood this principle.

"Dad, let's not talk about that for now. Let's talk about work. I don't think there's much hope for the clerk position."

"If all else fails, I'll just become a factory worker."

Yan Bugui nodded:

"That's true. What do you want to do?"

"Fitter, welder, blacksmith, electrician, cook, etc., think about it carefully."

Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up after thinking for a while:

"Dad, what do you think about me becoming Li Jiuzhou's apprentice? Maybe I can even improve my skills through his connections."

"Look at Sha Zhu, isn't this the kind of path he's taking?"

Yan Bugui thought his son's words made a lot of sense, but the question was, would Li Jiuzhou accept them?

Your idea is simple, but it might not be possible to do it!

Yan Bugui remained silent for a long time, weighing his options in his mind.

Yan Jiecheng was somewhat unwilling:

"Dad, is it not going to work? Why don't we give it a try? We can just slip some cigarettes and alcohol in."

Yan Bugui felt it was most likely impossible, but seeing his son's expectant look, he couldn't bear to refuse, so he gently nodded:

"Let's go ask tonight!"