Siheyuan: Survival Guide for Courtyard No. 95

In a blink of an eye, the National Day was over, the weather in the city began to get cooler, and no one in the courtyard mentioned Jia Zhang anymore.

Everything was fine in the yard, but there was a stir again in Nanluoguxiang, and the steel mill started recruiting people.

The reason for this recruitment is that all the senior workers in the steel rolling mill were transferred away at the beginning of the year, and by August, a number of level 8 and 3 workers were also transferred away, leaving nearly 4 job vacancies in the entire factory.

Although the newly recruited apprentices have to start from scratch, it is better than letting the existing workers overwork. You know, it is okay for two people to do the work of three people for a day or two, but problems will definitely arise over time.

Especially in a heavy industrial unit like a steel rolling mill, if something happens, several lives may be lost. Who can take the responsibility?

This time, Yan Bugui was well-informed. He received the recruitment news as soon as it came out. Of course, this was also thanks to the eloquent Yan Jiecheng, otherwise, as an elementary school teacher who had nothing to do with the steel rolling mill, he would not know anything.

As soon as Zhao Shanhe got home in the evening, this man came to the door with a bottle of boiled water mixed with who knows how much alcohol. He knocked on the door and entered the house to see that they were preparing to eat. The table full of delicious food made him drool with envy, and he said to Zhao Shanhe with a licking face.

"Shanhe, we haven't had a drink together for a long time. Look, I brought some wine today. Shall we have a couple of drinks?"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the wine bottle in the other person's hand and saw that there was not even a label on the bottle. He didn't dare to drink it. Who knew how many hands the bottle was from? He could tolerate drinking plain water, but he couldn't tolerate contracting an infectious disease from drinking it.

"Second uncle, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Forget the wine. I want to have a child during this period, so I'm going to quit drinking."

Seeing that his purpose of eating for free was not achieved, Yan Bugui did not say much. Although he was heartbroken to miss a good meal, he preferred to go out nine times and return thirteen times.

"Haha, Shanhe, this kid just graduated from Jiefang Middle School, and no unit wants him. He has been doing odd jobs on the street for a few months. Although he didn't make much money, he learned the difference between society and school.

I heard that the steel mill is hiring. Can you see if you can arrange a position for me? I will pay for it. It can be a temporary worker or an apprentice."

Zhao Shanhe touched the newly grown stubble on his chin, thinking about the factory's expansion arrangements.

Although he is only a deputy section-level official, he has two quotas, which are benefits given by the factory to leaders.

He has to think carefully about which department Jiefang should go to. If he wants to go to a good department, he has to use his connections to get it. He probably won't want to go to a bad department either, after all, they have spent money to do so.

"Uncle, we are old neighbors, so let's not play tricks on each other.

Tell me the truth, which department does Jiefang want to go to? Logistics? Workshop? Or a place with special rights? "

Although Yan Bugui had never worked a day in the steel mill, the yard was full of workers from the steel mill. Even if he listened to their comments, he knew which department was good after all these years.

Logistics is busy and the workshop is tiring. Of course, it is good to have a department with special rights, but you can't get in without connections.

It's like the finance department. Who dares to offend any clerk easily? If they give you trouble when you're applying for reimbursement, just let them be.

Not to mention the personnel department, where promotions and salary increases are all determined by their mood.

There is also the Housing Management Department. It looks inconspicuous, but even if you are a section chief, you have to smile respectfully when you go there, just to move into the small building one day earlier.

Are you saying that you can’t get into these departments without connections?

"Shanhe, your uncle doesn't have much ability, and he doesn't know anyone, so we can only rely on you. We will go to wherever you arrange for us. Anyway, we all live in the same yard, so I believe you won't cheat your neighbors."

After saying that, Lao Kou took out a wad of money from his pocket and stuffed it over.

"I have already prepared the money, the rest is up to you.

After the work is arranged, I will let Jiefang thank you very much."

As soon as Zhao Shanhe saw the other party's attitude, he realized that Old Yan knew that he had a quota. Of course, this was no secret. In this day and age, who doesn't have many relatives? The leaders are waiting to bring in relatives when they recruit people.

Otherwise, why can't these units survive after the reform and opening up? Eight out of ten employees are related to each other, and only two people work. How can a unit survive?

Seeing that things have come to this, Zhao Shanhe did not shirk his responsibility. He would sell the quota to anyone, and it would be easier to handle the matter if he knew the person well.

"Then you just wait for my letter. I will arrange the liberation work in three days at most, and then I will take him to handle the formalities."

Seeing that Zhao Shanhe accepted the money, Yan Bugui felt relieved. Many times, he was not afraid that the other party would not take the money, but was afraid that the other party would not want the money, especially for a person like Zhao Shanhe who sticks to his word. Even if the job was not done, the money could be returned to him.

After seeing Old Yan off, Zhao Shanhe returned to the table to continue eating. Chen Xueru saw him come back and asked.

"What does Uncle Er want to see you about? Are you looking for a job for his son?"

Zhao Shanhe picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and replied.

“You guessed it right.

This stingy old man must be plotting against his son again, otherwise he wouldn't be so eager to come to me to find a job for Jiefang."

Chen Xueru had almost finished eating by this time, so she put down her chopsticks and said.

“I’ve heard of people lending money to others, but I’ve never seen anyone lending money to their own family. What do you think this uncle is thinking?

If his sons do the same thing to him when he is older, he will regret it to death.”

"Let's not meddle in other people's business. I mentioned it to him at the beginning, but he was fine for only three and a half days, and then his true colors returned.

This is basically how his life will be. When he gets old, he will naturally regret it."

The couple talked about having children for a while. They had been married for such a long time, but Chen Xueru still didn't get pregnant. They went to several hospitals, but no problems were found. This once again made Zhao Shanhe fall into deep doubt.

If his little world could communicate with him, he would have asked clearly whether it was because of the white horse tooth corn.

The next day, Zhao Shanhe went to the steel rolling mill early in the morning and went to see Liu Guangtian first, thinking that the other party would take this opportunity to quickly turn the temporary worker into an apprentice, so that he would have a foundation in the factory in the future.

After three years of apprenticeship, you can become a regular employee. Regular employees in the fleet are more powerful than those in the workshop.

When he arrived at the motorcade and found Liu Guangtian, he discovered that this smart guy had already completed the apprenticeship procedures.

"Guangtian, you are quite smart. I was thinking of coming over to ask for you, but I didn't expect you to have already done it."

Liu Guangtian had worked in the steel rolling mill for so long that he was already familiar with the habits of those old hands. He skillfully took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his jacket pocket and handed it to Zhao Shanhe.

"This is all thanks to my current master. He is old and doesn't like to move much, so he basically tells me to do the car repair work.

It was because of my car repair skills that I was able to become an apprentice.

Look at those who entered the factory earlier than me, they still haven’t figured out the problem.”