This discovery sent chills down Southwest's spine. He finally understood why Nannan's expression had become somewhat unnatural when his master's shares were mentioned. It turned out that not only was he poorly educated, but his thinking was also completely off.
I am grateful to Tang Jianjun, but for Nannan and the company, my gratitude might bring disaster to the company. Although it is just a guess now, people's hearts are not what they used to be. How many people have been spoiled and raised to be naive?
Southwest felt ashamed. His kindness towards Nannan had changed, or rather, his heart had strayed since he started his own family. At that moment, he made a decision: the 20% share would be divided into two parts, one for Nannan's child and one for his own child.
As for Tang Xiaoling, I will absolutely not let her work in this furniture factory. Even if I support her, whether I fatten her up or ruin her, I will never let her even think about working at the furniture factory.
We definitely need to invite the master craftsman to oversee things. After all, his skills are far superior to mine. With him here, we won't have to worry about finding someone to do the difficult carving work.
But a mentor is just a mentor. He should pay me whatever salary is due, and nothing else is up for discussion. At most, I can be a little more filial by providing for his cigarettes and alcohol and taking extra care of him in his daily life.
Yan Aidang is an outsider with a clear perspective. Everyone says that Southwest is good to Nannan, but in dealing with the matter between Yan Xiaonan and Tang Xiaoling, although he seems to be speaking up for Nannan, he has actually been tolerating Tang Xiaoling all along. From the moment Southwest blurted out that he wanted to give Tang Xiaoling's father shares, it was clear that he had laid it all out on the table.
But while we were collecting evidence, it must have been the network of relationships inside that brought Southwest to his senses. Judging from his expression, he seemed to have made up his mind. But since I'm just a cousin, and Southwest can pretend not to hear, I won't interfere.
The group worked all night to finish all the work and came up with a plan: tomorrow they would just visit the factory so that Southwest could take a good look at the infrastructure and warehouse materials.
Contracts could only be signed after Sheng Lijuan arrived, verified all the accounts, and then expelled these corrupt officials.
After a quick wash and brushing of their teeth, everyone started eating breakfast. Yan Xiaonan, feeling sorry for his mother, said to Yan Aidang, "Brother Aidang, do you have any aunties here who can do laundry and cook, but whose family's financial situation isn't good? I'd like to invite her to my house to cook, otherwise my mother won't be able to manage on her own."
Cuihua was startled. What was that little girl saying? Wouldn't that make her look like a landlord or a rich man? She'd be dragged out and criticized.
Just as she was about to speak, Yan Xiaonan told Cuihua, "Mom, this isn't about exploiting landlords and rich people; it's just a way to help people with their financial difficulties. Now that we've reformed and opened up, all jobs, regardless of their status, are for earning a living. There's no such thing as high or low status."
Cuihua understood some things but not others. Nannan meant that the person was just coming to work at her home to earn money to support the family, not that she had hired a nanny and the Yan family had become wealthy landlords.
Wanting to ask but not knowing how, Yan Xiaoqiang spoke up: "Nannan did the right thing. Your mother likes embroidery, so she'll have time to do embroidery in the future."
Upon hearing about the embroidery work, Cuihua no longer objected. She had to submit one piece to her master every month, and she hadn't finished hers for this month yet.
Yan Aidang thought about it and realized that there were some families in the military garrison area who were particularly poor. The men had low positions and few benefits, but they still had to send most of their meager benefits back to their hometowns to support their parents and brothers. After all, they had used the quota system. Once you use the quota system, your salary has to support your family.
Most of their wives came from rural areas, had no education or skills, and could not earn any money except to take care of the children and cook at home. These families also had a common feature: they had many children, some with four or five, and some with as many as eight or nine.
The small military quarters couldn't possibly accommodate so many people, so the children were sent back to their hometowns. With the children gone, they also had to send more money back home, making their already meager lives even more difficult.
"How do you want to invite them?" Yan Aidang asked.
"Just pay him for the hour, what else can we do? As for how much to pay, we'll convert that to how much a worker earns per month, and that's how much he earns per hour," Yan Xiaonan said casually.
Ye Chen'er was amazed. Back when her family was a prominent clan, the servants had life-long contracts, with room and board provided each month, and only a small amount of wages. How did Yan Xiaonan come up with the idea of hiring hourly workers?
This method is really good. You can finish the work and leave without any entanglements or messy situations. It saves money and time and is very convenient.
Xue Ying raised both hands in agreement: "Cuihua, Nannan is right, but it's settled then, I'll pay for it, and you'll have someone come to clean and do the laundry, and also help you out. You can still manage to cook, right?"
Everyone laughed. Indeed, if someone else were to cook, most people probably wouldn't be used to the food.
Cuihua readily agreed. The rice and flour in the house were all taken out of Nannan's magic treasure, so how could she let anyone see it? It was best for her to cook the food herself.
"Love the Party, but keep your eyes open. Look for someone with good character, who doesn't gossip, and who is hardworking and capable. If you can't find one, it's better not to look for one at all," Yan Daqiang advised.
Yan Aidang nodded, "There are so many things to do at home. I wish I had three heads and six arms."
Xue Ying waved her hand and coughed: "Let me introduce someone. Dr. Lu from my workplace, her younger sister married a soldier and had three children. The soldier unfortunately died, and she supported herself and her three children with the martyr's allowance. Now that the children are growing up, she is struggling financially. If it weren't for Dr. Lu's monthly allowance, she probably wouldn't even have enough to eat."
Yan Xiaonan nodded quickly. Her aunt was a person who hated evil, and if that Doctor Lu's sister was of bad character, her aunt would not have mentioned her.
"Oh, I know, it's that Xiao Lu. He's alright, like a gourd with a sawed mouth. He's usually quiet, but he's meticulous when he gets to work. He's really good." Yan Daqiang remembered him too.
"Then let's invite her over tomorrow. My place is only a bit busy on weekends; it's usually not busy on weekdays," Cuihua said after thinking for a moment.
That's right. It's the weekend now, and Chen'er, Liu Jin, and I will go home. Xue Ying and her uncle are afraid of troubling Cuihua, so they also choose to stay over on Friday night and go to work on Monday morning.
"Then let's ask her to come every Friday or six days, what do you think?" Xue Ying asked happily.
Grandma Yan made the final decision: Cuihua has worked too hard and deserves a good rest.
Yan Xiaoqiang was the happiest. Every time he saw Cuihua sweating profusely while cooking in the kitchen, he felt a little reluctant to let her go, and then he would glare at his older brother.
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