That won't do.
Even a wool textile factory has at least a thousand employees! It's a waste of talent to have the accountant of such a large factory work as the accountant for her workshop.
Besides, unless someone's brain is completely malfunctioning, they wouldn't agree to this.
Song Yan immediately expressed his thoughts and refused.
Old He laughed heartily. "He definitely did it voluntarily!"
He was old enough to remember things when he was sick, and the doctor said there was definitely no hope for him!
Upon hearing this, the young lady asked if there was no hope, and if she was about to be buried in the ground. She thought, "How terrifying it must be to never see the sun again!"
The young lady was kind-hearted and said that wouldn't do... She watched the doctor administer the medicine... Later, the doctor's hands were sore from using so much of the expensive herbs that he dared not use any more...
The young lady told the doctor that she could make the decision…
The money spent on medicine in total could buy dozens of acres of land.
He heard that when Commander Shen found his son, he cried bitterly, saying, "The young lady can finally close her eyes in peace!"
The "Miss" Old He was referring to was Wei Aiguo's biological mother.
Quan Laifu has two grandsons and a granddaughter. They work in different industries, and he said that if he needed them, it would only take a single word from Song Yan.
In particular, Quan Laifu's third grandson works in the Construction Department, where he is in charge of urban planning.
Song Yan thought this department was good. She asked her grandfather to help inquire about any new developments in the city and let her know when they came in.
Having firsthand information gives you a head start.
An old man standing at the very back looked somewhat uneasy. He even seemed to feel a little guilty.
The old man blamed himself for his descendants' lack of ability.
He was the most reserved, and he felt ashamed that he couldn't help.
Song Yan could tell that his emotions were genuine and not feigned.
Song Yan was deeply moved by their friendship with Lao Zeng.
Putting aside their descendants, these three people could probably take a knife for Zeng Guofan.
Old Zeng: You don't need to do that!
I've been living a good life all these years!
By the way, you said last time your grandson was quite skilled in martial arts, what's he doing now?
This old man's surname is Wen. He used to be the guard of the Zeng family.
Old Wen: "That's my fourth grandson, Dajun. The kid has great bones and is suited for martial arts. After he went to the countryside, I asked Lao Quan to find him a temporary job."
If you need someone here, I can have him come anytime.
"As you can see, I have quite a few veterans here. Their skills can't compare to yours, but they're still pretty good."
If he's doing well, let him live his life to the fullest.
"If he's unhappy with his temporary job, you should let him come over. At least he can earn more!" Old Zeng said to Old Wen.
Song Yan: Old Zeng's words are wise!
"If, if... Song Yan needs someone here, I'll let him come!" Old Wen was still a little unaccustomed to calling Song Yan directly.
Old Wen rubbed his hands together again. "I have many children, and his mother doesn't have a formal job. They just barely survive. The family is always struggling to make ends meet."
My family couldn't afford to send our children to school. My fifth grandson, Dawei, really wanted to study, but we were too poor to afford it.
He knew his fourth brother received money, so he asked him if it was okay. He wanted to use that money to go to school.
I told David at the time that if we were going to spend the money, we should do it.
He did it willingly, and the boy is a man of his word.
After graduating from high school, he went to the countryside, where he received this monthly allowance, which made his life in the countryside easier.
The college entrance exam was reinstated, and he actually passed. He's still studying now and can't help Song Yan; he'll have to wait until Song Yan graduates.
Song Yan: That's good, this falls under the category of education investment.
Song Yan: "Which university is he studying at now?"
Old Wen rubbed his hands nervously again. "What he learned doesn't seem to be very useful."
But the school is good, it's Tsinghua University, and they'll be building houses there in the future. What's the...what's the major called again? I can't remember!
"You studied architecture?" Song Yan blurted out.
Old Wen nodded. "Right, right!" Old Wen's thinking was simple: would Song Yan keep building houses? Impossible!
"This major is great! This major definitely has a promising future!"
It's amazing that he got into such a good university!
"Let him study hard!" Song Yan's praise was genuine.
Old Wen was praised, and he was no longer as flustered as before.
They seemed to have a good time together. When they left, Song Yan gave each of them a bottle of wine and some peaches.
Peaches are a rare treat in the north, and they really like them.
Old Zeng laughed at them, "You bunch of ignorant people, medicinal wine is the real good stuff!"
You'll understand when you drink some at home later…
...
Knowing that they would bring their children and grandchildren, Song Yan also left Xiao Hu at home.
The young man might need connections in his business, so it's best to leave dealing with them to Xiao Hu.
The next day, Song Yan met with accountant He Shengdong.
There's no need to be in such a hurry!
He Shengdong smiled slightly, a pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, giving him the appearance of a refined intellectual, and he spoke slowly. "It was I who was in a hurry."
I'd like to try my luck and see if I can meet Shen Changchuan's son.
Look at his tone, he's calling out Shen Changchuan's name directly.
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