Siheyuan: Five mouths waiting for food at the beginning

"Mom, I've only been here for a few days. It's good enough that I have a job. I don't know if my second brother didn't get one. Shanhu should have his considerations."

"Look at how arrogant Jia Zhang is. I'm so angry. What does her family have? They used to have two widows raising a child. Your father was the second uncle and an eighth-level worker. Their family cried so pitifully.

Now your father is in trouble, and is being bullied by a widow. Your grandson is just a manager of a company, and my eldest son is still a section chief. "

"Mom, what's wrong? You are still proud of your eldest son? Don't you know why Dad became like this? Does he care about you? You run faster than anyone else.

So what if he is the section chief? Does that make us feel a little proud? Is he worthy of being the big brother? I don’t have a big brother like that.”

The second aunt then shut up. She was still relying on the second and third sons for support. If she offended the third son to death, there would be no one to support her in her old age. She had also realized over the years that the eldest son was really unreliable.

"Okay, go to bed, mom is just complaining."

Cao's family, Liu Guangtian, the second son of the Liu family, was drinking alone. He didn't understand. He was the first one to go to Zhao Shanhe, and he had given him many gifts during festivals.

I didn't expect that the general manager was that little bastard Banggeng. He would feel uncomfortable being managed by a junior in the future. How is he worse than Banggeng?

"Son-in-law, don't drink alone. It's easy to get drunk. Tell daddy if anything happens. There is nothing you can't overcome."

"Father-in-law, I have been following Zhao Shanhe around all these years, working diligently. I have made contributions, but I have also worked hard. Now that Zhao Shanhe has been promoted, this general manager has become a big shot. What do you think of this?"

"Son-in-law, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. Dad has something to say, but I don't know if I should say it."

"Go ahead, father-in-law."

"You have to learn to be content. You forgot the time when you were beaten. Who took the initiative to ask Zhao Shanhe for help? He helped you and took you with him later.

Your current salary is higher than that of section chiefs and factory directors. If you didn't have Shanhe, would you have such good conditions?

You say the salary is so high, it's enough for a college student to be a hotel manager, what else are you not satisfied with?

Just like in the factory at the beginning, you were a low-level worker whose skills were not up to the level of a mid-level worker. How could you do the work of a mid-level worker? Even if you were promoted, could you be a good general manager?

Although what Dad said is a bit harsh, it is the truth. If you didn't make it, it means your skills are not good enough. If you have good skills, how can you not make it?"

Liu Guangtian thought about it and realized that what his father-in-law said was true. It was a bit difficult for him to manage a large restaurant by himself, with the interpersonal relationships and personal connections in the restaurant. He already had such a high salary, so what was there to be dissatisfied with?

When the third uncle returned home, he didn't say anything like the second aunt. He knew his son well. He was a little calculating and cunning. It would be strange if he could get in.

I am a teacher, and my own children are not good at studying. It is a good thing for me to have a job without having to pay for it.

What Zhao Shanhe was worried about didn't happen at all. Zhao Shanhe also thought that if a few people were dissatisfied with Banggeng, it would be a good opportunity to see how Banggeng could deal with it.

Unexpectedly, Sha Zhu was persuaded by Ma Dongmei, Liu Guangtian was persuaded by his father-in-law, the third uncle didn't take it seriously at all, and Jiefang Jie Kuang was relatively self-aware.

The next day, Zhao Shanhu kept his word and the three cars in his family returned late, allowing the neighbors to take a ride and experience the feeling of riding in a car.

"I have to say the Zhao family is really good. They are very generous. They let people sit on the car when asked, but they charge for riding the old man's shabby bicycle."

When the third uncle heard his neighbor say this, he was not angry. Instead, he came up with an idea and quickly ran to Old Zhao's house.

"Mountain Lake, Mountain Lake"

"What's wrong, Third Uncle?"

"Shanhu, let me tell you, I have a business to do with you."

Shanhu thought he was just sitting around doing nothing, so he said, "Okay, Uncle, tell me what business you want to start."

“Shanhu, you see this car is a rare thing, most people have never ridden in it.”

"Uncle, I understand what you mean. Do you think I should use my free time to drive a sports car?"

"That's pretty much what I mean. After get off work, the car is just sitting there, so you can charge people to ride on it.

You don't have to go around soliciting customers. I'll find the client and you just need to pay me a small fee."

"Then how much do you charge? How much do you want, Uncle?"

"I've calculated it for you. Two dollars per person. A car can hold at least four people. Three cars means twelve people. Two trips in the afternoon means twenty-four.

You give me four dollars, and you earn twenty, which is six hundred a month, what do you think?"

Zhao Shanhu was so angry that he laughed. If it was in the hard times in the past, 600 yuan a month would make people laugh, but now that he is the chairman of the Zhao Group, doesn't he have any face to save?

If word gets out that he, the chairman of the Zhao Group, drives a taxi after get off work, no one would be willing to cooperate with him. Even the eldest brother would come and beat him to death.

"Uncle, go to bed early," Zhao Shanhu said and walked towards home.

"Shanhu, don't go. Think about it. It's only six hundred."

Zhao Shanhu went into the house without even turning his head.

"Old Yan, are you confused? I heard everything you said just now," Yi Zhonghai said out of nowhere.

"Old Yi, that's six hundred. You only made 99.5 a month before."

"Old Yan, times have changed. You can read the newspapers. People just give hundreds of thousands of dollars to college entrance exam students. Do you think they care about these few hundred dollars?

You are not giving people a way to make money. You are just slapping them in the face.

Can't you do the math? I don't believe you don't know how much money the Zhao family has now."

When Old Yan heard this, he was completely stunned. Indeed, with so many industries such as construction, clothing, hotels, and transportation, they could easily give out hundreds of thousands of dollars to college entrance examination students. It would be unreasonable to give less than several million. Yet he was giving others a business worth only a few hundred dollars.

Isn't this just like asking a rich man to beg with a golden bowl? Six hundred yuan may be a huge sum of money in the eyes of others, but it is just a drizzle in her eyes.

"Old Yi, how come the times have changed so quickly? In the past, the poorer you were, the more glorious you were. You had to overthrow the capitalists, but now some people are richer than the capitalists."

"Old Yan, to be honest, I don't understand it more than you do. In the past, you could only make money if you had skills and techniques, and being a leader in a factory was the best.

Now many people have quit their stable jobs and gone into business. In the past, those who did business were considered capitalists, and now they are getting support. What do you think of this?

Let’s not talk about anything else. I used to make 99.5 yuan a month, which many people envied. Even an idiot would always say 37.5 yuan. Now people make thousands of yuan at any time. Our salary is nothing.”