Siheyuan: Started in 1950, third-level cook

"Hey, you, why aren't you wearing work clothes?"

The officer on duty had sharp eyes and pulled Chen Jun out of the crowd.

Some people in the steel rolling mill do not wear work clothes at work, but Chen Jun is definitely not one of them.

After all, Chen Jun is only seventeen this year, too young.

Seeing that the attendant was looking him up and down with a vigilant look, Chen Jun did not get angry and quickly handed over the prepared materials.

"Uncle, my name is Chen Jun. I live at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. My father died in the north a few years ago. The street and the steel mill specially gave us a place to enter in order to take care of our family."

"I will be 18 next year, so I want to take the information to my leader to find out more about the situation."

The attendant was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Chen Jun with complicated eyes, and then quickly went through the materials.

After confirming that Chen Jun was not lying, the officer on duty's eyes changed from vigilance to friendliness.

"The old squad leader is a hero. Come with me and I will take you in."

Obviously, this duty officer was once a soldier, but for some unknown reason he transferred to the security department of the steel rolling mill.

Although the current security department's jurisdiction is not as large as that of the police station, it has law enforcement power and is equipped with guns.

They have the right to investigate matters ranging from production safety in the factory to things lost in the family compound.

Even if the factory leader made a mistake, the security department could directly detain him.

Under the guidance of the duty officer, Chen Jun and Wang Xia quickly found the office of the factory leader.

At this point in time, the factory director was still the leader named Yang, who had a good relationship with Sha Zhu. However, he was later driven out to sweep the streets, and Deputy Director Li successfully took over.

But these don’t matter to Chen Jun. He doesn’t care who is in charge of the steel mill.

This is the factory admission quota given as compensation to the families of martyrs. No matter who the factory leaders are, they have to acknowledge this.

After knocking on the door and hearing the permission, Chen Jun pushed the door open and walked in.

Seeing that the visitor was a strange young man, Director Yang was a little confused.

But after listening to Chen Jun's introduction, Director Yang enthusiastically pulled Chen Jun and Wang Xia to sit down and made a pot of hot tea.

"Well, Chen Jun, right? You will be eighteen next year. I will call the director of the personnel department first, and we will go through the entry procedures first. After you turn eighteen, report directly to the personnel department, and they will arrange your position."

After hearing this, Chen Jun shook his head slightly.

"Director Yang, I'm not here to register for employment today."

"I want to ask, can this factory job quota be transferred?"

Transfer quota?

Upon hearing this, Director Yang was stunned for a moment.

He knew the situation of the Chen family. Currently, Wang Xia was a worker in a steel rolling mill. If Chen Jun came to work again, they would both be working and the income would still be considerable.

Moreover, there are more and more people in Beijing now, and it is becoming increasingly difficult to find a formal job. Most people cannot even buy a place to work in a factory with money, but Chen Jun wants to transfer the place?

Seeing that Director Yang was a little puzzled, Chen Jun explained: "Director Yang, this is what happened. I am learning to be a chef now, and I want to be a chef in the future."

"The forging and fittering in our factory are not in line with the direction I want to develop, so I can't play the greatest role in this position. It should be transferred to someone who really needs it."

Director Li nodded when he heard this, not bothering to consider whether what Chen Jun said was true.

In his opinion, being a cook is not as realistic as working in a factory. He can earn a stable salary of several dozen yuan a month and his status is more respectable. Even if he is looking for a wife in the future, his identity as a steel mill worker will be a plus.

Although he complained in his heart, Director Yang was actually quite happy.

Because of Chen Jun's decision, he accidentally solved a problem for him.

So he got straight to the point and asked, "Are you sure you want to transfer your factory quota?"

Chen Jun nodded.

"Okay, since you don't want to work in the steel mill, you can just sell the quota to me. One of my nephews wants to work in the factory recently, but the factory has no plans to recruit workers. This has been a headache for me for several days."

"I won't treat you unfairly. How about six hundred dollars?"

Six hundred?

This price was beyond Chen Jun's expectations.

In a factory the size of a steel rolling mill, an ordinary worker position can be sold for between five hundred and five hundred and fifty, and the price for logistics or purchasing positions will be higher.

Director Yang was willing to pay 600 yuan, which was a high price.

Moreover, Chen Jun did not expect that the transfer of the steel rolling mill quota would be so smooth. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was bought by Director Yang.

Could it be that the job market is so tight now that even Director Yang’s relatives have to find a way to get a job in the factory?

But none of this matters. As long as the spots can be sold, it won’t be coveted by others.

The two parties signed a job transfer agreement, with one hand signing and the other hand paying the money, and Chen Jun's trip to the steel rolling mill was successfully completed.

After thanking Director Yang, Chen Jun and the other man stood up and said goodbye.

Just as the two of them walked out of the office building, they met Yi Zhonghai who was about to go upstairs.

This fate is truly indescribable.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Chen Jun and couldn't help asking, "Chen Jun, did you go to the Personnel Department just now?"

As soon as he said this, Yi Zhonghai regretted it.

Isn't this clearly telling Chen Jun that he was involved in this matter?

Chen Jun has now sold his job in the workshop and has 600 yuan in his pocket, so he is too lazy to bother Yi Zhonghai anymore.

So I replied directly: "I didn't go to the personnel department, I went to the factory director's office."

"What are you doing in the factory director's office?" Now it was Yi Zhonghai's turn to be confused.

Could it be that Chen Jun still doesn’t know about the quota to enter the factory?

Before he could feel happy, Chen Jun's next words made him furious.

"I've been setting up a stall recently, and I don't need the quota given by the factory, so I went to find Director Yang and sold my quota."

He said this easily, but Yi Zhonghai almost vomited blood.

sold?

The quota to enter the factory was actually sold?

Yi Zhonghai had hidden this matter for so long and plotted for so long, trying every possible way to wait for Wang Xia to die, and then make some arrangements to transfer the quota to Qin Huairu.

With his connections at the steel mill, he could definitely get the spot by spending some money.

Anyway, by that time Wang Xia would have passed away, and those two little brats Chen Jun and Lin Yao wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

But what no one expected was that Wang Xia’s illness suddenly recovered, but the quota was sold by Chen Jun.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you wanted to sell the spots?

If Yi Zhonghai knew that he could buy the spot by spending money, why would he have gone to so much trouble to plan for so long?

This makes him look stupid and foolish!

If the situation allowed, Yi Zhonghai would even want to jump up and slap Chen Jun twice.

So annoying!

It's like Yi Zhonghai spent a long time and a lot of effort to make something, but when he turned right, he found that he could buy a sack of the thing for fifty cents.

My mentality completely collapsed.