Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Liu Haizhong promised his son that he would definitely bring him to the steel rolling mill.

After all, he held a certain position in the factory, serving as a deputy workshop director and a position that was essentially a worker-in-charge.

He can get ordinary people into the factory, let alone a vocational school graduate, especially his own son.

After understanding the reason, the leader wrote down that talent recruitment has always been something their steel rolling mill attaches great importance to.

Moreover, the people they brought in were the children of their steel rolling mill, so there was absolutely no risk in operating them.

Liu Guangqi's school received the letter that same day.

The letter was very clear and straightforward: Liu Guangqi is a son of someone from our factory, and we recommend that he be assigned to our Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

When the school leaders saw this, they shook their heads and laughed. They had thought Liu Guangqi's family was very ordinary, but they didn't expect that he had actually managed to get connections.

Their school's main specialty is steelmaking, and graduates are extremely competitive and eager to get jobs at the First Steel Rolling Mill or the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Of course, most people still want to go to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill because it's prestigious and the food is good.

Most importantly, there is a vice-ministerial level leader in charge.

What if that person takes a liking to you? Wouldn't that be a meteoric rise to the top?

Young people are those who dare to think and act. Why take a detour when there's a shortcut? That's foolish.

And so Liu Guangqi's job assignment was settled so smoothly: he would become an ordinary technician in the technical department of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

He didn't have an administrative rank; he was assigned a technical position, and after graduating from vocational school, he needed a one-year probationary period to become a permanent employee.

In summary, Liu Guangqi is nothing now; he hasn't even reached the lowest technical level of 15, the assistant technician.

I've now become a trainee in the class of 18, with a training period of two and a half years.

He still has a one-year probationary period before he can be officially promoted to level 16 assistant technician.

Liu Haizhong was quite upset about this, as he hadn't expected his son's class assignment to be like this.

It's not impossible to switch from a technical position to an administrative one; it depends on opportunities, but generally speaking, there are still opportunities.

Liu Guangqi was not surprised; he already knew about this.

There are 18 levels of technical positions, with level one being the highest, which is the chief engineer!

The lowest level is like Liu Guangqi, an intern who has been training for two and a half years.

Liu Guangqi was satisfied with getting into the factory. So what if he was an intern? He would become a full-fledged manager a year later.

My dad also said that he should perform well in his first year, and when the time comes, he should use his connections to transfer him from a technical position to an administrative position. The chances are very good.

Liu Guangqi had nothing to say and would simply follow his father's arrangements.

Technicians are also in high demand, after all, they are vocational school graduates, and even though he is currently an intern, he still earns 27.5 a month.

This is the benefit of having an education; now, apprentices entering the factory only earn 18 yuan.

Liu Guangqi's salary was almost double that of his apprentices.

To be honest, the neighbors were quite envious of the Liu family; they had a vocational school graduate, which was quite impressive.

Yan Jiecheng felt even worse after Liu Guangqi entered the factory.

Seeing Liu Guangqi go to work looking all smug in his shirt every day made him feel uneasy.

I also felt a little regretful, regretting that I hadn't studied hard enough. If I had gotten into a vocational school back then, none of this bad thing would have happened.

It's too late to regret it now. The college entrance exam is over, and he has fallen behind in too many courses, so he has basically given up on the idea of ​​retaking it.

It was another morning, and Liu Guangqi rode his old bicycle to work.

For the past six months, his younger brother Liu Guangtian had been riding it. Now that he's back, it's natural to return it to him; it's like returning something to its rightful owner.

Liu Guangqi was quite upset about this.

Because Dad actually bought his second son, Guangtian, a brand new bicycle.

He was allowed to ride it when he went out to play, without even mentioning going to school. What an incredible favor!

He's completely dumbfounded!

Liu Guangtian was dumbfounded. He screamed in his heart, "I'm finally living a good life! I haven't been a good son to my parents for nothing. There are so many benefits to be had. I wasted all those years."

Not only was Liu Guangqi dumbfounded, but the neighbors were even more astonished.

Previously, Li Jiuzhou was the only family in the courtyard who owned three bicycles.

Now there's another Liu family, they're really something, they've got money to burn.

Everyone envied this kind of family. Yan Jiecheng was so envious that his eyes turned red, but he didn't dare to ask his father for money.

Because finding a job would cost a lot of money, he didn't dare to ask for it.

After going through countless hardships, Yan Bugui finally managed to buy a workstation for his son.

An apprentice in the first workshop of fitter's work earns a monthly salary of 18 yuan.

The workstation cost 1280 yuan, which is expensive, but also cheap.

Compared to the prices offered by honest people like Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, these prices are ridiculously cheap.

Upon learning the true price, Yan Bugui was filled with rage and hatred towards the two men; they were simply outrageous!

Yan Bugui was quite capable; since the people in the courtyard wouldn't help, he had to go outside to find someone.

It was the former principal who took charge of it; normally, a workstation costs between 600 and 800 yuan.

This price of 1280 is a bit expensive, but there's nothing I can do about it; it's the lowest price Yanbugui could find.

So I gritted my teeth and took it.

Although Yan Jiecheng was heartbroken about the money, there was nothing he could do.

At least I won't have to catch frogs and carry bricks in the wind and sun anymore, and the factory job is stable.

Next, his father set a goal: to find a partner and get married when the time was right.

Yan Bugui didn't sit idle; he used his connections to secure the last rear-facing room in the courtyard.

That is, the one closest to the main entrance.

Yan Bugui had a talk with his son, who was scheduled to report to Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill the day after tomorrow.

"Jiecheng, this job is hard-won. You must study hard and strive to become a permanent employee within a year."

"If you have the opportunity to be promoted, you should be the first to step up, just like Xu Damao."

"Although it's dangerous, fortune favors the bold. If you don't want to be a worker for the rest of your life, then you have no choice but to take a gamble."

"Dad has done his best. From now on, you'll have to rely on yourself."

Yan Jiecheng nodded solemnly:

"Dad, don't worry, I know what to do." Yan Jiecheng looked at Yan Bugui somewhat embarrassedly as he said this.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui tapped him on the head:

"Just say what you want to say, who are you trying to impress with that look?"

"Hehe." Yan Jiecheng chuckled.

"Dad, I have a favor to ask. Could you please get me a car?"

Seeing his father about to jump up, Yan Jiecheng quickly explained:

"Dad, don't panic, listen to me."

"Hoo..." Yan Bugui took a deep breath, his eyes cold and stern.

"Then tell me, I want to see what makes you so bold as to make this request."

Yan Jiecheng took the cigarettes from the table, lit one for his father, and then lit one for himself as well.

"Dad, it's not that I want a car, it's that the people in the compound are forcing us to."

"Look at the younger generation in the compound, which one doesn't have a car?"

"Even Guangtian, a mere teenager, is riding in a car. Isn't this just making our family look bad?"

"Even the Jia family, who squandered their inheritance, got a car; not to mention the others."

"Isn't this forcing me to provide a car?"

"I just want to ask you, what exactly is wrong with our family's business?"

After his son finished speaking, Yan Bugui was speechless and even felt that there was some truth to it.

Although he thought it was fallacy, fallacy also contains some truth.

If something exists, it must have a reason!

To sum up what my son said, it all boils down to keeping up with others!

Yan Bugui was quite perceptive, but he also wanted to compete, because his son was right, their family was really not bad!

Yan Jiecheng dared to bring it up precisely because he had witnessed his father's abilities and financial resources.

He also has a certain source of confidence, which is that he needs to support himself in his old age!

He had no idea how much savings his parents had, and even if he asked, they wouldn't tell him.

But Yan Jiecheng knew it wouldn't be less, and his father could work for a long time, and he would have a pension in the future.

To be honest, with these conditions in place, why shouldn't Yan Jiecheng retire? It only has benefits and no drawbacks; only a fool wouldn't do it.

After thinking for a long time, Yan Bugui nodded and agreed to buy his son a car, but on conditions, which was also the purpose of his conversation with his son.

"Jiecheng, we can provide you with a car, but there are conditions. Your monthly salary is 18 yuan, so you can keep 5 yuan for yourself and hand over the rest."

"I was going to leave you 8 yuan, but since you need a car, I'll leave you 5 yuan."

"If you agree, Dad will do it for you; otherwise, there's no point in discussing it."

Yan Jiecheng felt like dying after hearing this. What could he do with only five yuan a month?

But for the sake of his pride, he agreed, because no young man could refuse to ride a brand-new old-fashioned bicycle at high speed on the road.

In this era, owning a 28-inch motorcycle was equivalent to owning a BMW or Mercedes-Benz.

They are among the first to be chosen for dating, and are considered high-quality partners by matchmakers.

Refuse.

I absolutely refuse, no matter the cost, I'll do it.

Just like how loans in later generations also involved BBA (BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Audi).

I may eat instant noodles in secret, but when I appear in the eyes of the world, I will definitely be incredibly glamorous!

Everyone doubted me, but I proved them wrong!