Siheyuan: 55 years, starting from a buyer

"I know it roughly, but I haven't studied it in depth." Yan Jiecheng shook his head in response.

Chen Sheng moved his lips and thought to himself: No wonder your wallet is always empty. Don’t you even know to ask for such common sense?

“For someone like you who does heavy work, there might be some flexibility, and the fees don’t have to be too high.”

“But if you want to find an easier job, the cost will be high, at least over a hundred yuan,” Mr. Chen reminded.

"I'm not sure about the specific price standard of our store, but I'm sure it won't be cheaper than regular jobs," he emphasized again.

"Oh my God? So expensive?" Yan Jiecheng was even more surprised.

"After all, being a temporary worker may lead to becoming a regular employee, which may cost more money." Mr. Chen explained that despite this, it is still cost-effective compared to directly purchasing a job.

"Besides, not everyone can get a regular job in a grocery store, you know," he added, "and many people are fighting for it."

Yan Jiecheng seemed to be filled with anger and complained, "I have always wanted to buy a proper job, but my father is unwilling to pay for it. He hopes that I can wait for the opportunity to become a regular employee, but I am afraid that time will not come.

I can’t stand carrying materials every day. "

"Then just wait patiently. There are many unemployed people now. Now that you have this position, you must stick to it and do it well.

If you give up easily, you never know when the next opportunity will come. "Mr. Chen advised sincerely.

"So according to you, can temporary workers in our store be successfully employed without spending any money?" Yan Jiecheng asked tentatively.

When he heard this question, Mr. Chen realized that Yan Jiecheng was just like his father, always trying to get some benefits.

"You can try to sign up tomorrow, but I'm not sure." He began to be vague.

"Why can't you get a temporary worker position yourself?" Yan Jiecheng asked persistently.

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "To be honest, in our store, neither the store manager nor the director has the ability to arrange these.

Do you think I can really do it?"

"Oh, it seems so." Yan Jiecheng looked shocked, obviously pretending.

Mr. Chen thought that this guy was probably the same as his father. Regardless of whether there was hope or not, he should give it a try first.

"Oh! Let's leave it at that for now. Let's see if there's a chance for a permanent position in a few years." Yan Jiecheng felt there was no hope from Mr. Chen, so he had no choice but to accept it.

"Why don't you have a frank talk with your father and convince him to invest in a formal job for you. This way, giving him more money every month will actually be beneficial to you," Mr. Chen suggested.

“If you do the math, a formal job would earn you an extra twenty-eight bucks a month, and a position is worth about four hundred bucks.

If you pay your dad twenty dollars a month, that would be four hundred and eighty dollars in two years.

I still have eight yuan left every month for pocket money, which is obviously much more than what you earn as a temporary worker now." Chen Sheng calculated carefully for Yan Jiecheng.

Yan Jiecheng was stunned. Although his family members might not have ideal academic performance, on paper their intelligence was definitely top-notch.

After a moment, he slapped his thigh vigorously and said, "Yes, I'll go and have a good talk with Dad!"

Although the Yan family had a certain amount of savings, perhaps due to certain considerations or because they were too stingy, Yan Jiecheng's work was not implemented quickly.

Mr. Chen secretly wondered in his heart whether Yan Jiecheng could get the money to buy the job from the stingy Yan Fugui. It was still unknown.

Recalling the major events that followed, Yan Fugui would rather die than give up his property, which shows that he truly values ​​money as much as his life.

"Dad, your request is too harsh. It's no different from me handing over my full salary." Yan Jiecheng couldn't help complaining, "I might as well just give it all to you."

"Too much? You don't even have a place to borrow money. Go ask the courtyard and see who will help you." Yan Fugui said angrily, obviously feeling that he was in the right.

"But, even if I go to work, I will get the same salary as now, and only one yuan more per month. What can I do with it?" Yan Jiecheng felt helpless. He was speechless with admiration for his father Yan Fugui's astute calculations.

"That's already pretty good, go find someone and see if anyone would lend you money for no reason.

Not only do I help you pay, I also take care of your food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Shouldn't you be grateful to me? Giving you two dollars a month is already a favor, and I helped you get the job. "Yan Fugui responded firmly.

“Yes, the work is yours, but I did the actual labor.

How can you only give me two dollars a month, with less than three hundred left?" Yan Jiecheng's eyes were red.

"Two dollars is already a great gift," Yan Fugui said, almost reluctantly leaving the money to Yan Jiecheng. "After you pay off your debt, you will have to pay for accommodation, meals, and my and my retirement expenses if you live at home, unless you move out and live alone." His face was extremely serious.

Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng’s face turned pale.

He is not sure whether he can find a job. Even if he does, it will not be easy to keep a stable job. He needs to find someone who is willing to give up his job.

"Dad, let's talk about it. Your conditions are too harsh. I really can't accept them." Yan Jiecheng pleaded, seeking help from his mother who was watching quietly at the side.

"Dad is right, the two dollars we gave you back were also provided by us.

We provide all your food, clothing and daily expenses at home." Surprisingly, the third aunt did not stand on her son's side, but agreed with Yan Fugui.

“Until you pay off your loan, you will have to pay for living expenses while living in my house.

As for your mother and I, you will also share the responsibility of providing for our retirement, unless you choose to leave." Yan Fugui reiterated his terms.

Yan Jiecheng listened incoherently. He had not yet secured a job, and his future salary was only a tiny bit, and he had to pay another five yuan to his family every month.

“Dad, I understand that pensions can be considered, but I hope we can discuss it. Three years is too long. I may start a family within two years.

You need to have some money ready at that time." Yan Jiecheng tried to negotiate a reduction in the items.

“Getting married won’t change anything.

You will be at home anyway, so why worry? The wedding expenses will naturally be paid by your wife. "Yan Fugui was obviously very confident about this.

"Brother Chen, do you think my father is too strict and demanding?" Yan Jiecheng came to Chen Sheng to tell him about his predicament. "This..." Chen Sheng pondered, he knew that this situation did exist in many families nowadays.

In today's society, many young people give most of their salary to their parents every month.

Especially in rural environments, economic power is mostly controlled by parents, and children can only get a small amount of pocket money unless they get married and make a living.

However, the Yan family seemed unusual. They paid attention to clear accounts and demanded returns after every expenditure, even among close relatives.

"Well, at first I thought I would be willing to bear it as long as I was paid 20 yuan a month." Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but sigh when mentioning this issue.

"You need to have a good talk with your father about this matter. There is nothing that cannot be discussed openly between father and son." Mr. Chen tried his best to give encouraging comfort.

"My family's...well, the situation is special, you won't understand." Yan Jiecheng sighed helplessly.

He suddenly asked, "Xiao Chen, are you short of money now? If you are willing to lend me the money, I can pay you back every month and give you more interest."

Chen Sheng sighed. He thought Yan Jiecheng had come here simply to appease him, but he didn't expect him to make such a request.

"Don't think too much. My salary is only more than 20 yuan a month. I set aside 5 yuan for my parents' retirement, and the rest is barely enough to fill my stomach. I'm also thinking of saving some money to get married in a few years. I don't even have enough money left for myself." Mr. Chen explained his actual situation. Although he had some savings, it was not enough to lend him.

"Aren't you studying medicine? It's been almost two years, why don't you make some money?" Yan Jiecheng asked puzzledly.

This made Mr. Chen feel a little embarrassed. The Yan family was really shrewd and calculated. They actually found out all his private affairs.

"What are you thinking? I'm not a doctor with a sign in a pharmacy. When have you ever seen me treat patients? In the past, when I saw patients in the courtyard clinic, I helped voluntarily. Did I ever get any consultation fees?" Mr. Chen explained. Even when he left the courtyard, he followed his master to see patients, which had little to do with him personally.

"In that case, all your hard work studying medicine is in vain? You don't even make a penny?" Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng lost interest in this unprofitable profession.

"That's not quite right. Studying medicine can't save everyone, but it can help you maintain your health and live a long life. Isn't that good?" Mr. Chen responded casually and chatted perfunctorily.

"That's right, look at those old Chinese doctors, they are all very long-lived." Hearing this, Yan Jiecheng seemed to understand something.

"I studied medicine purely to kill time. My current job at a food store is easy and enjoyable, more comfortable, and I also earn money." Chen was frank and honest about the reason for his name.

"Yes, you are lucky to have such a good job.

"Alas!" Yan Jiecheng showed some envy.

"It's all due to good luck. Who could have predicted that a shabby warehouse would become a grocery store? It's fate." Mr. Chen deeply agrees with the theory of destiny.

"Then what exactly you should do is still a problem." Yan Jiecheng was confused again.

"I'm afraid there's no other way. Do you have a friend with a big wallet whom you can trust?" Chen Sheng asked calmly.

Yan Jiecheng shook his head to express hopelessness.

"Can you find someone acquaintance in our yard who can provide you with a loan?" he asked again.

Yan Jiecheng shook his head again.

“In this case, you still have to have a good talk with your old uncle Yan.

You are his child, will he not take care of you? " Seeing this, Mr. Chen gave some advice.

"But he had a tough attitude and refused to bargain with me. I felt like I was at a big loss." Yan Jiecheng was unwilling to accept this.

"Let's have a good talk. What barriers can there be between father and son?"

"Well, let me think about it." Finally, Yan Jiecheng sighed in disappointment.

Mr. Chen was not willing to interfere in the Yan family's problems.

Usually, the little disputes and favors between them all have specific goals - Mr. Chen is not the kind of person who would get something for nothing.