After Zheng Ya won over the ten special envoys with his words, he led them to introduce the planned planting area of the planting base, and before they knew it, it was lunchtime.
Today's lunch was once again prepared by Sha Zhu and Ma Hua.
Braised pork with cabbage and vermicelli, stir-fried radish with shredded pork, plus pickled cowpeas from a small tavern, all cooked with rice, are served in a large wooden basin and placed on a long table, filling the air with their aroma.
The soldiers lined up for their meals, with Sha Zhu and Ma Hua cooking, creating a lively scene.
The people in the courtyard watched from the sidelines, their mouths watering.
Zheng Ya, along with Secretary Song and others, rushed back to the pavilion for lunch when Yan Fugui stopped them: "Little Zheng, do you think the matter of the workstation quotas should be settled by now?"
"Hmm, have you decided on the candidate yet?" Zheng Ya noticed his hesitant demeanor and knew he hadn't done anything right. He was indeed a nice guy who took advantage of others.
Only by playing the good guy and avoiding offending others can one take advantage of them.
On the contrary, if you offend people, you won't be able to take advantage of them.
Yan Fugui grasped this point very well, clearly trying not to offend anyone and starting to shift the blame.
His lack of ability made him easy for Zheng Ya to manipulate, so he didn't pay much attention to it.
Seeing the scrutinizing looks from more than a dozen unfamiliar faces, Yan Fugui awkwardly pushed up his glasses to hide his embarrassment: "Ahem, Xiao Zheng, it's not appropriate for you to let me decide on the number of positions available for people in the hospital!"
Choosing anyone would offend others. If I offend everyone, how can I, as the third oldest in the compound, manage people?
"Haha, you're such a nice guy, aren't you afraid people will laugh at your management logic? You're upright and honest, why are you afraid you can't manage people?" Zheng Ya retorted irritably, "I gave you a chance but you didn't use it!"
In fact, Zheng Ya wanted him to take over the position of general manager of the planting base so that his family could be hands-off managers.
Looking back now, I realize I was overthinking it.
Yan Fugui was only qualified to be a cashier; managing the accounts of the planting base was already a good job.
Secretary Song and the ten newly arrived special envoys all smiled.
Everyone present was an intellectual, and in an instant, they could tell that Yan Fugui's ideological awareness was problematic, giving the impression that he was trying to fool people.
He's a good-natured person who covers his tracks and tries to be agreeable.
Strictly speaking, he's just a slacker, someone who doesn't do anything productive and only takes money.
This makes it unpopular with young people.
Yan Fugui realized that everyone was annoyed by him, so he forced himself to say, "Xiao Zheng, you're right, but I'm used to it. I'll change it slowly, I definitely will..."
"Alright, I'll handle this matter publicly before the meal. Have all the people who signed up gather here, okay?" Zheng Ya waved his hand to shoo people away, then turned around and took out paper and pen to write.
Secretary Song and ten newcomers gathered around to watch.
Unable to hide her thoughts, Ouyang Wenli asked, "Comrade Zheng Ya, didn't you say you were going to decide on the candidates for the planting base positions?"
What are you going to do with writing ten numbers in this book?
"Let's draw lots!" Zheng Ya didn't hide anything, immediately making the ten newcomers laugh: "Pfft, what kind of leader are you? You're too funny!"
“Exactly, how can they be so casual about selecting workers for a plantation?” Qian Mingliang frowned and said, “Isn’t this too frivolous?”
Zheng Ya said dismissively, "You're here to conduct seed research and development, focusing on the technology aspect."
So, what workstations are left at my planting base?
"Uh, I understand. You need to hire skilled farmers, just one or two people to guide beginners in planting."
In fact, the requirements for candidates are not high.
"Since they're all neighbors, it's not easy to choose either of them. If we can't refuse, we'll just draw lots to decide. You've got it!" Ouyang Wenli clapped her hands and cheered. "That's a good idea."
Qian Mingliang suddenly realized and smiled: "I see. Indeed, drawing lots is more appropriate in this situation."
"Haha, really? Who wants to pick a piece of paper with numbers written on it and hold it in their hand? Let me show you a magic trick." Zheng Ya wasn't so casual; he genuinely wanted everyone in the department to hurry up and decide on their workstations.
What are you thinking about?
Ouyang Wenqian took the initiative, reaching out to grab the paper with the character "一" written on it on the table, crumpling it into a ball and holding it in her hand, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the other nine people, but they did not say anything.
Everyone was filled with curiosity and enthusiasm.
Secretary Song laughed and said, "Comrade Zheng Ya, you mustn't let the students down and make a fool of themselves!"
"Haha, then I must be presumptuous, beautiful lady. Please extend your hand so I can blow a breath of magic on it, and the numbers on the paper in your hand will change. If you don't believe me, just let me blow on it and see!" Zheng Ya said with an inscrutable smile.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Ouyang Wenqian blushed deeply and dared not extend her hand. It was Ouyang Wenli who helped her extend her hand: "Come on, see how capable you are. I don't believe you can blow away the word count sheet."
"Hahaha, I don't believe it either, that's impossible." Qian Mingliang also became interested. What was Zheng Ya trying to achieve by shooting himself in the foot?
That would be incredibly rude to a beautiful woman; it would be ill-intentioned!
But it doesn't matter. With a rival like this, he's just asking for trouble and will only leave a bad impression on Ouyang Wenqian.
Zheng Ya smiled faintly and blew on Ouyang Wenqian's hand, then said, "Alright, please open your palm and let everyone see!"
"Ah, right, sis, quickly open your hands so we can see if he's just trying to attract attention. If he is, then he's not a good person." Ouyang Wenli directly exposed the hidden joke, casting a bad cloud over everyone's hearts.
This put Ouyang Wenqian in a dilemma: should she open her palm?
She was conflicted because of her kind heart, and didn't want to embarrass Zheng Ya.
But Qian Mingliang wanted to embarrass Zheng Ya, so he subtly winked at Fu Yunying beside him. Fu Yunying immediately understood and stepped forward to help Ouyang Wenqian pry open her hands: "Huh, this is impossible?"
"Wow, it's changed! It's really gone! How did you do that?" Ouyang Wenli jumped up in shock and cheered. It was too unexpected.
Ouyang Wenqian was also stunned. She carefully examined the slip of paper that Fu Yunying had spread out in her hand. It was completely blank, without a single word.
At this moment, Yan Fugui returned, bringing more than thirty people with him: "Xiao Zheng, all the people who signed up in the courtyard have arrived. Why don't you announce the list?"
"I can't be a pushover like you!"
This matter will be decided by drawing lots; it all depends on luck. Those who don't get a job shouldn't be discouraged!
Because of my ten workstations, only two are permanent employees and eight are temporary employees. The planting base and workstations are managed through a competitive selection process, with the capable rising and the incompetent falling. Therefore, the workstations decided by drawing lots are not safe, as someone might replace you at any time.
As for the permanent employees I've decided on, their monthly salary is 100 yuan, plus additional benefits such as receipts. Temporary employees, on the other hand, receive 18 yuan per month, with their receipt benefits halved compared to those of permanent employees.
"Now you can decide whether to draw lots or leave. I have no objection. I wish you good luck. Please?" Zheng Ya stepped aside to allow the people in the courtyard to draw lots at the table.
This made Secretary Song and the ten new recruits roll their eyes. Liar, big liar, so cunning?
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