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Seeing that it was getting late, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui said goodbye one after another. Before leaving, Yan Bugui asked Zhang Yuan about the request he had made. Zhang Yuan had already inquired about it. The factory was currently only short of loaders and unloaders. The salary would be 20 yuan upon joining the company. If they could stick around for three months or perform well, they could apply for other positions.

"Isn't this kind of job too hard?" Yan Bugui asked worriedly.

"It is hard work, otherwise there would not be the following conditions. As long as you persist for three months, you can request a transfer." Zhang Yuan explained.

"Zhang Yuan, are you the deputy chief of the Propaganda Department? Can Jie Cheng be arranged to your department? He graduated from high school and has a certain level of education. He has no problem copying and writing. What do you think?" Yan Bugui finally expressed his thoughts.

"Uncle, let's not talk about whether I have a way to get Yan Jiecheng into the Propaganda Department. Although being a clerk is easier than being a worker, the salary does not increase as fast as that of a worker. Moreover, if there is no opportunity, you may be a clerk all your life and get a fixed salary." Zhang Yuan explained patiently.

After hearing this, Yan Bugui frowned and pondered. He knew that what Zhang Yuan said made sense, but he still hoped that his son could have a relatively easy and stable job.

"Then what other positions are more suitable for Jie Cheng?" Yan Bugui asked.

Zhang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "In fact, there are some apprentice positions, such as projectionists. Look at Xu Damao. Although his salary is a bit low, he has extra income. If Yan Jiecheng is willing, you might as well go find Xu Damao and ask him to take Yan Jiecheng as an apprentice. Once this position masters the skills, the future treatment will not be bad. I just don't know if Xu Damao agrees?"

Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment and realized that Zhang Yuan was right. On the one hand, he wanted Yan Jiecheng to work as soon as possible to help his family. On the other hand, he felt that Zhang Yuan's comment on salary was just empty talk and he couldn't expect it right away. So he wanted Zhang Yuan to help him ask, "Zhang Yuan, is there anything wrong with the position you mentioned? I know Xu Damao well. He is unlikely to teach Jiecheng projection technology for nothing. Unless you ask him to do so, he might consider it."

Zhang Yuan nodded, indicating that he understood Yan Bugui's plan, which was nothing more than trying to save some money. However, if he sacrificed his face to go to Xu Damao, it was unknown whether Xu Damao would give him face. Just like now, he had only talked for a long time, but Yan Bugui didn't even pass him half a cigarette. So Zhang Yuan didn't want to drag it on any longer, and said bluntly: "If you want me to owe Xu Damao a favor, then ask someone else. Nowadays, jobs are divided into different positions. Everyone is scrambling for decent jobs, and it is even difficult to get them. And I have already said this. If you are not satisfied, you can ask Director Wang of the Street Office or go to Gezi City to see if there is a suitable position for him."

Yan Bugui fell into deep thought again, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of various options. After a while, he looked up at Zhang Yuan and said, "Zhang Yuan, let me ask you one question: what do you think Jie Cheng is suitable for?"

Zhang Yuan smiled helplessly and said, "Uncle, it's hard to say. Ultimately, it depends on Jie Cheng's own wishes. As long as he is willing to learn, work hard, and make an effort, he will shine in any position. Why don't you go back and discuss it with Jie Cheng to see what he thinks?"

Yan Bugui nodded and said, "Well, you are right. I will go back and have a good talk with him and let him make his own decision. Thank you, Zhang Yuan."

"You're welcome, Third Uncle. This is what I should do. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me." Zhang Yuan said with a smile.

Yan Bugui still felt uneasy, so he said goodbye to Zhang Yuan and went home. He decided to hold a family meeting when he got home to discuss the matter together and have a good talk with his son.

On the morning of the third day, before the sun had fully risen, Yan Bugui sneaked up on Zhang Yuan. It turned out that he had sent Yan Jiecheng to the street office the day before to inquire about the progress of the work. After nightfall, Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng went to the Pigeon Market for a walk, but they didn't find anyone selling job opportunities at all. After careful consideration, they finally decided to ask Zhang Yuan for help. However, for the position of projectionist apprentice, Yan Jiecheng was stubborn and had a bad temper. He was reluctant to worship Xu Damao as his master, which would make him inferior to others in the yard for no reason. Therefore, Yan Bugui handed 300 yuan to Zhang Yuan and hoped that Zhang Yuan could make arrangements quickly.

After receiving the money, Zhang Yuan immediately went to the steel mill transport team to find the team leader Chen Jianguo. After a brief conversation, Zhang Yuan stuffed the money into Chen Jianguo's hand. However, in fact, Zhang Yuan only gave Chen Jianguo 150 yuan. After all, the position of loader is often understaffed and not a popular profession. As long as someone is willing to come to work, it will be fine. The so-called "three-month job change" is just a blank check that cannot be cashed, because almost no one can last for three months.

In the evening, Zhang Yuan knocked on Yan Bugui's door and happened to see Yan Bugui distributing food to his family. He was almost about to take out a weight to measure the amount of pickled vegetables. Zhang Yuan really had to admire the fairness of the Yan family.

"Done?"

"Here, this is the letter of introduction. Remember to sign your name and report for work in the spring." Zhang Yuan handed the letter of introduction to Yan Bugui.

Before Yan Bugui stretched out his hand, Yan Jiecheng immediately snatched it away, opened the letter of introduction, read it carefully, and only felt relieved after confirming the official seal on it.

"Dad, yes, it's true." Yan Jiecheng smiled happily.

"Of course it's real. Your father bought it with his own money. You must remember to return the 350 yuan to me."

My goodness, Yan Bugui gave himself 300 yuan to help his eldest son buy a job, and then he asked Yan Jiecheng to pay back 350 yuan. He made a profit of 50 yuan in the difference between the two. No wonder Yan Bugui did not hesitate at all when he gave the money, nor did he show any distressed expression. It turned out that he had found a sucker.

"I know. I will give you 15 yuan every month when I get my salary. This is an agreement. I won't forget it." Yan Jiecheng suddenly lost his mood and said in self-abandonment.

"Okay, I'm reminding you that this job doesn't come easy, so you have to work hard for me. Also, I'll have someone find a wife for you next year. Remember that girl from the Yu family last time? She's a worker in a textile factory. If you want to marry her, you must have a job." Yan Bugui was afraid that his money would be wasted, so he quickly made promises to Yan Jiecheng and calmed him down.