The wages at this factory are not high.
The main problem is that the factory can't pay out either; it's okay for ordinary workers though.
These managers were all incredibly poor.
It's because the factory has been losing money year after year that the higher-ups are constantly finding ways to harass them.
Sometimes, Dai Wu even considered just resigning.
But he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to do it, he wanted to make the factory better.
To everyone's surprise, the factory took off instantly after a change of factory manager.
Putting everything else aside, the trucks coming to haul away motorcycles these days have been incredibly numerous. It's like they're making sure everyone knows. It's been so many years since we've seen anything like this.
Looking at Dai Wu, who was crying tears of joy, Kui Datou felt a pang of sadness. Although they weren't very familiar with each other, he knew Dai Wu was a good person. He patted Dai Wu on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "It'll be alright."
Dai Wu nodded heavily: "He's recovered."
Zhang San felt like he was dreaming when he received the money.
He was in a daze all afternoon until he got home.
Seeing his bewildered expression, Zhang San's wife asked with some confusion, "What's wrong? Didn't you get your wages?"
Zhang San shook his head numbly: "Got it."
"Isn't it enough that I got it? What's wrong? Not enough?"
"No." Zhang San took out a stack of large black ten-yuan notes from his underwear pocket.
Zhang San's wife was stunned: "You...you...you, where have you been?!"
Perhaps frightened by the amount of money, she grabbed Zhang San's hand and shook it frantically: "Honey, you can't do those things! Our son is still in school; he said he wants to get a good job. You can't..."
"I didn't do it." Zhang San swallowed hard. "It's just wages, that's all the wages I get."
"How could this be! How much is this?!" Zhang San's wife refused to believe it and started counting the money: "One hundred and ninety-eight yuan and fifty cents. This can't be your salary, Zhang San. How could you lie? You're just a level four worker!"
"I'm serious!" Zhang San, annoyed by his wife's nagging, pulled a payslip from his pocket and slammed it on the table.
Zhang San's wife: "I don't understand..."
Zhang San: ...
On his way home, Zuo Yan couldn't stop smiling.
He opened the door as usual, intending to loudly boast to his mother, only to find three people already sitting inside: his mother, the well-known matchmaker Li, and a woman in her early twenties with a slender figure and delicate features. When she saw Zuo Yan return, she glanced at him and quickly lowered her head.
"Zuo Yan, come here!" Zuo's mother beckoned to him and said to the matchmaker and Xiuli, "This is my son, he's currently...hey...son, what's the name of your factory again?"
How could Zuo's mother not know the name of Zuo Yan's factory? This is giving him a chance to make a difference.
"Oh, it's called Dayun Motorcycle Factory."
"Yes, Dayun Motorcycle Factory, which specializes in producing motorcycles. He's 25 this year. To be honest, a few years ago he couldn't find a suitable job. That's why his marriage was delayed. But he's definitely fine; he's in great health."
These days, the average age for marriage is 22 for men and 20 for women, and marriages happen very quickly.
Usually, after meeting and getting to know each other, if there are no problems, they can finalize the deal directly.
Zuo Yan blushed slightly when he heard his mother say that.
Matchmaker Li sized up Zuo Yan; he was a spirited young man. She then whispered a few words to Xiuli, and the two exchanged a few quiet words.
Matchmaker Li knew that Xiuli wasn't actually that picky, but her family was fairly well-off, and she didn't want to marry into a poor family and suffer. In fact, Xiuli had already considered ending the marriage when she first entered the house. The reason was simple: the Zuo family was extremely poor, their house was bare, though the food on the table was quite decent. It was clear that Zuo's mother had put in a lot of effort.
This is also why Xiuli didn't leave.
If they've put in the effort, then we should stay and meet them to discuss things further.
Xiuli was satisfied after seeing Zuo Yan.
According to Kui Datou, Zuo Yan was handsome enough to fool any young girl. In this day and age, it wasn't impossible for him to stage a scene where a rich girl insisted on marrying a poor boy. But the Zuo family had strict rules, and Zuo Yan didn't dare to do such things. So he remained single.
“Auntie, you know me, Matchmaker Li. I’ll be frank. Young man, how much does your job earn each month?” Matchmaker Li looked at Zuo Yan. She didn’t ask if Zuo Yan had a permanent job; if she did, things would probably get complicated. So she just asked how much he earned.
Having been a matchmaker for so many years, she knows what she's doing. In her view, marriage is a process of measurement. With Zuo Yan's looks, he doesn't need a high salary to find a wife. If Xiuli doesn't want him, she can introduce him to someone else.
"Xiao Yan, you tell me yourself."
"One hundred and thirty-six yuan and seven jiao." Zuo Yan scratched his head, looking honest and simple, but there was an undisguised smugness in his expression.
He was too poor to date before, but now, shouldn't we let him show off a little?
His words fell silent.
Zuo's mother stood up and said to the two of them, "I'm sorry, I didn't teach my child well, Zuo Yan! I'll give you another chance. How much do you earn in a month?!" As she spoke, she went to find a stick, her chest heaving, looking very angry.
Xiuli was also stunned for a moment, and the way she looked at Zuo Yan changed, as if she were looking at a scumbag.
No one likes someone who's full of lies.
What kind of job can earn 136.7 yuan?
Are you kidding me?
Zuo Yan never expected this reaction.
Seeing his mother grab a stick, he waved his hands repeatedly, "Mom...Mom...Mom, it's true, it's true...I still have my pay slip!"
As he spoke, he took money out of his pocket—ten dollars, bills, and his pay slip—and put them all on the table.
The mother, who was holding the stick, paused and looked at him with a questioning gaze: "Really? You're not lying to me?"
"No, why would I lie to you? This is my payslip. If you don't believe me, go to the factory tomorrow and ask yourself. Everyone in our workshop gets about the same pay. Why would I lie? There's no benefit in it. Besides, I didn't even know anyone was coming today..."
Matchmaker Li and Xiuli exchanged a glance, already eighty percent convinced. Indeed, their visit today was at Zuo's mother's behest; Zuo Yan was unaware of it. There hadn't been time to prepare. These days, pulling out a hundred-odd yuan isn't difficult, but who in their right mind would carry a hundred-odd yuan on them all the time?
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