Siheyuan: I earned foreign exchange in the heyday

Uncle Three Yan Fugui said to Yan Jiecheng earnestly, "Boss, let me first settle the score for you. It was me who first proposed this job to Jiefang to find Chen Changan, right?"

Seeing Yan Jiecheng nod, he continued, "Okay, just admit it. Although our family didn't spend any money on this job, do you think Chen Changan did it just for the sake of you two young people?"

Seeing Yan Jiecheng's puzzled expression, the third uncle Yan Fugui continued, "I did it for your father's sake. You two young people have no ability, but only your father has the face to do this."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiecheng asked, "Then this has nothing to do with paying money to the family, right?"

The third uncle Yan Fugui was anxious. This silly boy just didn't understand such a simple question, so he had to make him explain it clearly. He had no choice but to say, "It doesn't matter? It matters a lot. This is a favor. As the old saying goes, a favor is the hardest to repay. This time Chen Changan helped you for my sake. This is a favor you owe to someone, so you don't have to repay it? Who will repay it? For my sake, of course I will repay it, just in case Chen Changan asks me for help one day."

Just now, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng curled their lips at the same time, but they did not dare to say anything back.

"How can I pay off my debt? You took advantage of me and left me with the debt. Do you think this is fair?"

He touched his pocket, then reacted, took out a pack of cigarettes from Yan Jiecheng's pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it for himself happily, and then continued, "Now I ask you to pay a few dollars. In the future, no matter where Chen Changan begs for help or where he comes to me, I will bear this debt. Do you think he should give me the money?"

Yan Jiecheng stared in amazement as Yan Fugui took out a cigarette from his pocket. When he sensed something was wrong, he snatched it back, took out a cigarette as well, lit it up, and put it away carefully without saying a word.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng lowering his head and not speaking, the third uncle Yan Fugui continued, "Now that you have a job, I don't care how you eat at noon in the factory. If you don't bring food home, I won't say anything. After all, you are a temporary worker and bringing food home will cause people to gossip. But you eat at home every morning and evening.

If you are like your brothers and sisters, young, in school, and unemployed, it is normal to eat at home. I gave birth to you and I am responsible for raising you.

But now you have a job. You should pay for my food, not just for my kindness in raising you. You can't let others say that you are still relying on your parents even though you have a job, right?"

After Uncle Yan Fugui's lecture, Yan Jiecheng could no longer sit still. He raised his head and asked, "How about paying three yuan?"

Yan Fugui saw that his son had given in, and he knew there was a way, so he immediately said, "No, at least eight yuan. You eat and drink at home every day, you can't let me lose money every day, right?"

Yan Jiecheng knew that he couldn't win the argument with Yan Fugui. After all, as a son, he knew exactly what kind of person his father was. But Yan Jiecheng still wanted to struggle a little. He took out five yuan and put it on the table and said, "Five yuan at most. There is no more. I have to eat at the factory every day and buy cigarettes."

Yan Fugui stretched out his hand and put five yuan in it and said, "Five yuan is fine, but your brother bought a stove and bought a hundred yuan of coal. You have to go to the factory tomorrow and buy at least another two hundred yuan of coal. I won't ask you for more this month."

Seeing his father arguing with him, Yan Jiecheng had no choice but to nod and agree. In his heart, he cursed Yan Fugui and his brother Yan Jiefang.

Especially Yan Jiefang. He knew his father's character, it is impossible for him to be stingy after receiving his salary, but Yan Jiecheng did not expect his brother to do this.

Unfortunately, what Yan Jiecheng didn’t know was that in later generations this would be called the King of Volumes.

Helpless Yan Jiecheng thought about it and could only nod and agree.

Yan Fugui was happy. His sons were all working, so he would receive more money in the future. He thought that the food at home could be improved. He turned to look at his three sons, thinking that the young boys were eating him out of money, and that his three sons were going to get married. The idea of ​​improving the food that had just come up was instantly extinguished.

It is said that the early bird catches the worm. Chen Changan and Yan Jiefang get up early every day. Chen Changan's idea is to lead by example. He can't stand leaders who rely on their status to be late every day. If you go early, you can see the people queuing to buy coal, which makes you feel more accomplished.

Yan Jiefang went early just to learn more from Wu Haixia. He even hoped that Wu Haixia would come later so that he could collect money and issue invoices himself.

Yan Jiecheng had no choice but to watch Chen Changan and Yan Jiefang go to work on the first day. After all, he had to at least make a good impression on his boss, so he just followed them to work.

Later, I really didn't want to go so early, so I let Chen Changan and Yan Jiefang go first. As a result, they had only slept for a few minutes before their father pulled the quilt off them.

He had no choice but to get up and wash up amid Yan Fugui's mumbling and chanting. From then on, he started to go to work with Chen Changan every day.

During the whole journey, Yan Jiecheng was thinking about the promise he made to Yan Fugui last night to buy 200 yuan of coal for his family. He was not thinking about spending money to buy it, but thinking about how to transport the coal home without spending money.

Chen Changan had always heard that people in this era were simple and responsible. In addition, it was just a small factory with dozens of people, and nothing was particularly valuable. Therefore, the rules were not as complicated as those in later generations.

It takes several departments to sign a bill. Every time Wu Haiyan collects the money, Yan Jiefang issues the bill, and the workers take the bill to Yan Jiecheng to pick up the goods.

On the surface, there seemed to be no problem, but Yan Jiecheng came up with an idea: to conspire with the truck drivers to get more goods.

No one else was needed. Yan Jiecheng was the only one who could collect the invoice. He would write three hundred pieces of coal on the invoice, but he would say it was five hundred pieces, and then he would give the coal to the cart workers for five hundred pieces.

If he sold an extra 200 yuan of coal, he would split it with the cart workers. Although it was not much, it was like this every day, and several thousand yuan of coal a month was not a small amount.

Just do it when you think of it. It is not without benefits to come to the factory with Chen Changan early. Isn’t he the only person in the cart team who has similar interests as Yan Jiecheng, smoking and chatting with the group of people?

Yan Jiecheng walked over and patted Ni Laoer on the shoulder, saying, "Brother Ni, come here for a moment. I have something to tell you."

When Ni Laoer saw that it was Yan Jiecheng, he was reluctant to pay attention to him. Like most workers, Ni Laoer looked down on Yan Jiecheng.

Seeing Ni Laoer's hesitation, Yan Jiecheng directly took out a pack of cigarettes he had just bought on the road and gave one to Ni Laoer.

For Yan's sake, Ni Laoer stood up and walked to an empty corner with Yan Jiecheng.