"prepared by."
Looking at Zhao Haoren, who was standing in front of him with a sincere and confident expression, Lin Sen's gaze became serious as he pondered rapidly.
To be honest, having a government-affiliated position is indeed a good thing!
Young people in future generations may not know this.
Furthermore, in the eyes of young people in later generations, chefs, waiters, food runners, and dishwashers are all considered low-end professions.
Not only are the wages low, but they also have to endure mistreatment.
However, in the state-run restaurants of 1984, chefs and waiters held a high status.
It's not something anyone can do just because they want to!
Because the state-run hotels in 1984 truly had official staff positions!
If managed well, the leaders of state-run hotels can even be transferred to leadership positions in various functional departments!
"Brother Lin, as long as you agree, you can work as a hired chef for the time being."
Zhao Haoren stared intently at Lin Sen: "But as for your salary, I'll calculate it based on the standards for a sous chef: eighty yuan a month."
"Wait a few months, after you resolve the compilation issue."
Zhao Haoren lowered his voice: "I'll pay you the salary of a Level 2 head chef, plus subsidies, it'll be 110 yuan a month!"
"Brother Lin."
Zhao Haoren looked at Lin Sen with burning eyes and gripped Lin Sen's hand tightly: "This is the best treatment I can offer!"
"Brother Zhao, I'm used to being free and unrestrained."
"I'm really not used to going to work at the same time every day."
"So, I'm really sorry."
Although Zhao Haoren was very sincere, and although the position that thousands of people in later generations sought after did have some appeal to Lin Sen.
After some hesitation, Lin Sen shook his head and refused Zhao Haoren's request.
Because this was 1984, not 1924!
If it were two or four years before his rebirth, someone would have offered Lin Sen a government job.
Even if Lin Sen hesitated for a second, he would turn around and slap himself twice.
But in 1984, when opportunities were plentiful and it was a perfect time for ordinary people to start their own businesses from scratch.
The staffing of a state-owned restaurant.
To be honest, this is indeed very rare for ordinary people. But for Lin Sen, it's nothing special.
Now that he's back in 1984, Lin Sen's first choice will definitely be to go into business and become the real richest man in the country, surpassing Shen Youde!
Those who obtain a permanent position are part of a mixed system.
Without sufficient connections, Lin Sen knew very well that there was really no future in this business.
Perhaps in his entire life, he'll only ever be a deputy section chief in some obscure department.
That's not what Lin Sen is looking for.
"Brother Lin, this..."
Looking at Lin Sen's determined expression, Zhao Haoren was speechless.
He really didn't expect that he would offer such generous terms.
Lin Sen actually rejected him!
"Brother Zhao, I understand your good intentions, and I appreciate them."
Lin Sen quickly explained, "But I'm really used to being free. I can cook occasionally, but I can't stand cooking every day."
"Okay, then."
"Since you've put it that way, Brother Lin, I can't insist on it any further."
After a slight hesitation, Zhao Haoren patted Lin Sen on the shoulder heavily: "But no matter what, our Huifu Hotel will always welcome you, Brother Lin."
"Okay then."
Zhao Haoren's eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Lin, you know, Old Li really likes your cooking."
"Old Song can't make your kind of spicy Sichuan-style dishes."
“Since you don’t want to work at our restaurant, how about you take a nominal position as a culinary instructor?” Zhao Haoren looked at Lin Sen. “That way you won’t have to clock in every day. You can come a few times a month when Mr. Zhao or any other leader needs you.”
"And occasionally give some pointers to Lao Song and the others."
Zhao Haoren grinned and said, "I'll pay you fifty yuan a month."
"Is this okay with you?"
Zhao Haoren stretched out his penis towards Lin Sen.
"Brother Lin, please do me this favor."
Zhao Haoren gripped Lin Sen's hand tightly: "Otherwise, if Elder Li, Director Li, or other leaders ask about it later, I won't know how to explain it if you're not here. If the kitchen can't make the dishes they like, that will be even more troublesome."
"I'm begging you, brother."
Zhao Haoren looked at Lin Sen with a bitter expression.
"Brother Zhao, since you put it that way..."
"If I were to refuse again, that would be really unfair of me."
Upon hearing Zhao Haoren's words, Lin Sen immediately replied, "If you ever need my help in the future, just let me know."
"well."
Upon seeing Lin Sen agree, Zhao Haoren nodded emphatically.
“It’s a bit late today. Here’s what we’ll do: after the office opens tomorrow, I’ll have them process the paperwork for you.” Zhao Haoren grinned and said, “Just tell me your ID number, and when you have time, come over and sign it.”
"Okay."
Without saying a word, Lin Sen found a piece of paper and wrote down his ID number.
"Brother Lin, please be careful on the road."
Zhao Haoren escorted Lin Sen all the way out of the hotel compound.
"Alright, Brother Zhao, please stay. No need to see me off."
Lin Sen waved to Zhao Haoren, hopped on his old bicycle, and rode towards Haiwan Village.
When Lin Sen arrived at Haiwan Village, it was exactly 7:30 in the evening.
I should have arrived by 7 o'clock.
I was a little late because I went to the supply and marketing cooperative on the way.
"What's going on?"
As Lin Sen rode his bicycle to his front door, he frowned and had a bad feeling.
He saw only a few dozen villagers surrounding his house.
From his courtyard came louder sounds of fierce arguing and crying.
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