Siheyuan: Super Comprehension

He Yuzhu listened to the discussion of this group of people and didn't say much.

Since it had nothing to do with him, he was too lazy to get involved.

After all, he is doing well in Hongbinlou now, earning nearly sixty or seventy yuan a month.

To be honest, this is equivalent to the salary of a level 6 fitter.

To be honest, there is no need to rush to become a factory worker.

So I just want to watch the fun.

"Neighbors, I think this quota should be allocated to our family. My son Yan Jiecheng is now in his early 20s, but he can only work as a temporary worker in the street office."

"Everyone knows that there are seven people in our family, but we all rely on me. The pressure of supporting them with one person's salary is not too great. If there is one more employee in the family, I will never charge a penny if you want to ask me to write for you in the future."

Yan Bugui was the first to jump out, and while playing the victim, he also described how much he needed this job.

He was mainly fighting for it for his eldest son.

Although Yan Jiecheng is married now, he doesn't even have a formal job.

I just did some odd jobs in the street office.

They get less than ten dollars a month, which is a bit too little for their family to be honest.

Needless to say, Yu Li could only roast matchboxes every day to supplement her income.

Compared with the Yan family, this income is really a drop in the bucket.

Not to mention that Yan Bugui also collects a little rent from this couple every month.

All in all, I still have to lose a little money every month.

The sincere speech of the third uncle also caused everyone to start discussing it.

There seems to be nothing wrong with what he said.

The seven members of the Yan family all depended on Yan Bugui for their meals.

Yan Bugui won't be able to continue his teaching career for many more years.

So I have a lot of thoughts about the iron rice bowl that is the factory.

"Old Yan, you can't say that. Who doesn't have difficult times?"

At this time, Liu Haizhong next to him could no longer sit still and quickly stood up.

Yan Bugui's expression changed when he saw this fathead fish coming out to sing a different tune.

He knew that his biggest competitor was the guy in front of him.

"I also have three sons, and none of them have jobs. Do you think I am under more pressure than you?"

Liu Haizhong also immediately started to play the victim.

My eldest son has graduated for a year and still has no job.

My second son is about to graduate from high school and will have to start looking for a job immediately.

My third son has just entered high school and needs a lot of tuition fees.

Anyway, I just want to say that I am in a very difficult situation and I really want this job.

"That can't be said of Lao Liu... To be fair, your salary is much higher than mine, but you just have to support a family of five, which is much easier than mine."

Yan Bugui fought back unwillingly.

Just bring up the issue of both parties’ salaries.

As a teacher, if he works hard, the subsidy he gets every month is probably less than 40 yuan.

As for bighead carp, the price is nearly sixty or seventy yuan a month.

Almost twice his income.

The former has to support a family of seven, while the latter only needs to support a family of five.

It goes without saying who is under more pressure.

Anyway, these two people were arguing and quarreling until they were red in the face.

No one wants to give in.

In fact, it is because there is no room for compromise.

Because according to the street office, this time the quota is not for temporary workers but for formal workers.

To put it bluntly, as long as you enter the factory, you become a formal worker.

Temporary workers may be fired, but regular workers have a real iron rice bowl.

So the two of them also lost face.

"Okay, okay, you two stop arguing. I think we should listen to other people's opinions."

Yi Zhonghai hurriedly asked the two to calm down, and also looked at other people.

"Zhu Zi! Who do you think should be given this spot?"

Finally, he turned his gaze to the man sitting on the small stool, eating melon seeds in a nonchalant manner.

This guy all looks nervous, but someone else looks like he's here to watch the fun.

"Uh..." He Yuzhu was watching these two people fighting, and suddenly the scene changed and it came to him. He was also stunned for a moment.

Looking at the strange looks of the crowd.

He also cursed inwardly, saying that the old fox was not a human being.

Ask him to say who he supports? You must be kidding. Once he says this, he will definitely offend the other party.

Although he doesn't care about offending anyone.

But he was not happy to be roasted by this old fox.

Ever since He Daqing passed away, the He family not only did not decline, but became more and more prosperous.

Who doesn't know that the fool from before has become the chef of the top restaurant?

You can bring it back every day. It’s a very sumptuous lunch box. Who wouldn’t be jealous when seeing it?

When facing a top chef, everyone shows more respect than before.

Therefore, what He Yuzhu said also carries a lot of weight.

Seeing many people's eyes focused on him, He Yuzhu knew that he had no choice but to speak.

"I think this matter still depends on you, uncle. As the most respected person in our courtyard, you should consider more than us rough people."

"I believe that the uncle has already come up with a solution in mind."

He Yuzhu also returned the hot potato to Yi Zhonghai with a fake smile.

First there was a wave of high praise, which elevated the status of the old fox, and finally he lightly passed the blame off.

The old fox couldn't refuse.

After all, you are such a respected person, the solutions you can come up with are definitely better than those of a junior like me.

As expected, Yi Zhonghai's face changed when he heard this.

This idiot is really good at talking, he almost believed it.

He knew that if this matter was not handled properly, it would inevitably offend one of the parties, or even both parties.

"Old Yi, what do you think we should do?"

"Yes, you are an old man, there should be a way."

Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong also looked at Yi Zhonghai.

After discussing it over and over again without any conclusion, we might as well let someone with the power to make the decision.

Nothing could be more suitable than Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai also frowned. There was nothing he could do. It seemed that he had to do this offensive job.

After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a way that would convince everyone and these two people.

Although this quota is given to a specific family, you have to give some benefits to others.

If everyone's welfare is not arranged well, many people will probably complain.

So the solution he came up with was very simple.

“Then let’s auction it!”