It's not easy to find a postpartum nanny.
After touring the job market, Sun Lifang noticed that everyone was holding a sign with a clearly marked price.
Some of the more outgoing ones even went directly up to them and started promoting themselves.
"Boss, what are you looking for? I can do it, and my prices are low and fair."
"Look at me, I work first and pay later, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"I have a health certificate, boss. Name your price. I haven't made a single sale today, so we can discuss it."
"......."
Sun Lifang and her group consisted of about 80% elderly, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant, and young children. Anyone with a bit of sense in the job market knew that these were the easiest people to talk to.
Men from Haicheng are known for being shrewd and stingy; they're reluctant to take money.
Everyone wants to find a good boss.
So, halfway there, there was still a group of people behind them relentlessly trying to sell themselves.
With supply exceeding demand, Sun Lifang was like a piece of bloody pork placed in a fly nest.
More and more people gathered around, and even though she didn't say anything, they kept talking, "Where are you going, boss? What kind of person are you looking for? Tell me."
Jiang Meimei stuffed the food into her pocket and eagerly offered to take turns holding the baby with Grandma Sun.
It was only after arriving here that she truly realized the gap between herself and others.
People who are physically and mentally healthy still can't find jobs, so how lucky am I to be working for a boss?
Free and carefree, without a single worry.
If she weren't married, she would have wanted to spend her whole life with the boss's wife.
Of course, it's just a thought.
"Hey, little sisters, what are you looking for here? Tell your big sister."
Seeing that Sun Lifang remained silent, the salesperson turned his attention to Jiang Meimei, who looked innocent.
Once you can strike up a conversation, things will be much easier to talk about afterwards.
Whatever your requirements, with hundreds of people here, how could you not find what you're looking for?
Jiang Meimei dared not speak carelessly and looked at Sun Lifang.
The proprietress hasn't even spoken yet, so why should I step forward?
"No need, let's take a look ourselves." Sun Lifang walked to the side in a few steps, looking around as she went.
Seeing that Sun Lifang's expression was indifferent, the people who had followed her gradually dispersed and went to find their next target.
"What's going on?" Jiang Meimei was confused. Why did they chase the person away when they were looking for someone?
Asking won't hurt you.
Upon hearing this, Sun Lifang pointed it out to her, "Do you see it?"
Following the proprietress's gaze, Jiang Meimei looked over...
After receiving the order, the first group of people pulled the person to a corner, and then called out another group of people.
Those workers were honest, unassuming, and all they knew was how to carry signs and shoulder poles.
Why are they like this?
Upon seeing this, Jiang Meimei understood.
Those people were middlemen who skimmed profits from the deal; they spoke sweetly, and they all looked neat and clean.
When it comes to actually doing the work, it's a different group of people.
Their job is just to talk; they don't care about what happens afterward.
You might as well go to a legitimate employment agency.
Because we were so close, the sounds from that side could be heard over there.
Phrases like "fellow villager," "guarantee," and "work first, no money required" came out, and the conversation was a mix of Mandarin and local dialect. Sun Lifang could roughly guess what they were saying.
The first group of people who came out recruited their fellow villagers to work as undercover agents, introducing them to jobs.
The wages of migrant workers are already low, and the people from their hometowns who introduce them always take several layers of cut, so how much actually reaches the workers?
Besides, the money is handed over directly by the boss to the so-called "middleman." Whether it ends up in the hands of the workers, and how much it reaches, is entirely up to the middleman.
Even so, so many people still beg their fellow villagers to bring them work.
There are too many unstable factors, so Sun Lifang plans to take her time and look at the options herself.
Looking along the way, what was strange was that, apart from the woman who came to greet us at the beginning, the rest were all elderly women with... oddly shaped appearances.
Some people have freckles all over their faces, some are blind, some are less than 1.4 meters tall, and some even have only one ear.
When Sun Lifang saw her looking at her, one of the women came over.
The short-sleeved shirt, whose color was indistinguishable, had several holes in it, and was yellowed, blackened, and stained with some vegetable soup.
Short hair, looks shrewd.
It gives people a gray and drab feeling.
"Boss, what are you looking for?"
Sun Lifang shook her head. She was a bit of a germaphobe, but considering that the woman was the one holding up the job posting, she told her her thoughts.
"Oh, I don't know how to take care of children, but I can learn."
Before the woman could say two words, Old Mrs. Sun spoke up, "No, no, we can't have someone like you."
How can you take care of children when you can't even clean yourself up?
Upon hearing this, the woman became unhappy. "What's wrong with someone like me? If you don't date someone like me, who else would you date?"
Seeing the disdain in Grandma Sun's eyes, she pointed to the street behind her, "All the good-looking ones went there, but you—"
As she spoke, the short-haired woman glanced meaningfully at Sun Lifang's stomach, "I can't afford that."
She was pointing in the direction of a row of small shops, where several women in shorts and skirts were sitting or standing at the entrance.
The alternating blue and red lights of the hair salon shone on them. It was still afternoon and there weren't many people around. Their eyes were glazed over, and they seemed lost in thought...
Sun Lifang never expected this to happen.
The job market is a mixed bag, and she thought she could at least pick out a few to choose from.
Who would have thought there would be so many oddballs?
The Haicheng Talent Market in 1998 was very different from what I had imagined.
Where have all the women who normally go out to work with men gone? As Sun Lifang was thinking this, the short-haired woman hadn't given up on promoting herself, "Even though I'm ugly, I don't lack customers."
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