When Wu An arrived in town, he knew he couldn't just stand on the main road to discuss business.
Fortunately, the people here like to drink tea.
There are quite a few teahouses.
We found a less crowded place and got a window seat. There was a screen to separate us, so it wasn't very private, but it was still quite quiet.
It's a great place to discuss business.
We ordered a pot of green tea, a fruit platter, and a plate of melon seeds.
I just drank half a cup of tea.
Old Fu walked in.
"Old Fu, over here."
He stood up and waved.
Old Fu walked over, saw the tea and fruit on the table, and as soon as he sat down, he complained, "The tea here is very expensive."
"This plate of fruit must cost tens of yuan. If we bought fruit outside with that money, we wouldn't be able to finish it in a few days."
"The sunflower seeds are all damp."
Wu An listened to Old Fu's words and knew they were all true, but he just couldn't shake the feeling that they were true.
Old Fu was not well-liked in the Chen family, and his sharp tongue must have played a significant role in that.
Wu An poured him a glass and said, "After saying so much, have a Coke to soothe your throat first."
Old Fu downed his drink in one gulp, smacked his lips, and said, "Not so good."
"..." Wu An's forehead veins bulged. He told himself that he was eager to find talent and that Old Fu was just being unique. After brainwashing himself a few times, he replied, "Teahouses are just like that."
"Let's get down to business."
"No need." Old Fu shook his head and poured himself another cup of tea. He was furious at the Chen family's house just now, and a cup of tea was not enough to calm him down.
Wu An was stunned.
What does that mean?
We're not going to talk anymore?
Did he really fail at poaching talent like that?
Undeterred, he asked, "Would you mind revealing what conditions the Chen family offered you?"
"The Chen family told me to get out of here immediately." Old Fu put down his teacup and said with a bitter smile, "They even stole half a month's salary from me, those bastards..."
Wu An listened to Old Fu's curses and then realized that Old Fu's statement that there was no need to talk meant that he was already planning to follow him. He laughed and said, "The Chen family is really despicable."
"Besides this, the Chen family did something else despicable." Old Fu got even more excited when he saw him agree: "My nephew told me that the Chen family knows I fell into the water, but they don't want to come back to me."
"It's because the trawler had an accident."
"When they abandoned me, the trawler hadn't run into trouble yet. But as soon as they decided not to help me, the trawler ran into trouble. Don't you think that's karma?"
Old Fu laughed gleefully as he finished speaking.
Wu An's mind raced, and he asked, "Does your nephew have any evidence?"
Old Fu shook his head: "That's definitely not the case. Boss Chen forced everyone to make the decision together."
“My nephew said that he was the only one who disagreed at the time.”
"But it was no use; you can't fight city hall."
Wu An declined to comment, but pressed further, "Then can he stand up and speak on your behalf?"
Old Fu shook his head again; "That definitely won't work."
“My nephew is still working for the Chen family.”
“If he speaks up for me, the Chen family will definitely fire him and make things difficult for him in the village.”
Wu An was somewhat disappointed.
But regardless of the circumstances, the Chen family did indeed refuse to help those in need.
He had originally planned to spread rumors to smear the Chen family.
It seems he's overthinking things; the Chen family is shady to begin with.
“Actually, even if my nephew speaks up for me, it won’t make a difference. I definitely can’t beat the Chen family.” Old Fu slammed his fist on the table and said, “The only way has been missed.”
Wu An asked curiously, "What's the only way?"
"It's because you didn't save me," Old Fu said earnestly. "If I die unjustly, I will definitely haunt them as a ghost."
Wu An stared in disbelief: "..."
He figured it out.
Old Fu is a man of strong emotions. He curses when he's angry and laughs when he's happy. He's straightforward and speaks without thinking, saying whatever comes to mind. Sometimes what he says might not be pleasant to hear.
Such a person is simple-minded, which is precisely the quality he needs most.
Seeing Wu An's expression, Old Fu belatedly realized what was happening and said, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean you saved the wrong person."
Wu An waved his hand and said, "You don't need to explain."
"I didn't misunderstand."
"Let's talk about salary. What kind of salary does the Chen family give you?"
Old Fu said, "Base salary plus performance bonus. You don't get paid if you don't go to sea, but you get a base salary of 1,500 a month if you do go to sea. The performance bonus is based on the harvest."
"Now that the fishing season has started, making four or five thousand a month shouldn't be a problem."
Wu An nodded in agreement.
This is true for most fishermen, though some do receive a fixed salary, but this is less common.
Performance-based pay is based on the income from a single voyage at sea. While it appears to be a commission, it's not as transparent as a commission. The amount of performance-based pay depends on the standards set by the Chen family.
When things are better, they give more.
When things are bad, then there's nothing left.
The Chen family was quite shrewd; they essentially shifted the wage risk onto the boatmen.
Thanks to the high income from trawlers, the boatmen working on Chenjia's trawlers earned a relatively good income.
However, if you take into account the risks involved in going to sea, it's not that high.
After listening, Wu An thought for a moment and said, "Old Fu, originally, I was planning to pay you based on commission."
"As long as you get on the boat, five percent of the fishing profits will be your wages."
"But after hearing what you said, I feel like I was being a bit presumptuous."
"So, I came up with another solution on the spot, which is to give you a fixed salary."
"Salary is calculated monthly, five thousand a month."
“I’ll still pay you during the fishing moratorium. Of course, if I need you to do something, you have to do it too.”
Upon hearing this, Old Fu immediately sat up straight.
The first is commission, and the commission rate is not high. Generally, these small fishing boats only need one or two boatmen, in other words, they certainly don't earn much.
He only gets five percent. If he earns two or three thousand a day, how much money will he get?
Wu An's need to hire people to work on the boat indicates that he has too much fish to handle. If he thinks big enough, he can catch an average of 3,000 yuan worth of fish per day, and then he can only get 150 yuan.
That year, I only spent a little over a hundred days at sea, let's say two hundred days, and that only brought in 30,000 yuan!
Another type of fixed salary, guaranteed regardless of drought or flood, is 60,000 a year!
Unless Wu An's small fishing boat can earn six thousand a day, it will not be enough to break even with a fixed income. As for anything more than six thousand, Old Fu doesn't even dare to dream of it.
How could that be!
For a small fishing boat that can't even handle trawling, earning an average of three thousand yuan a day is already a cause for celebration.
After figuring it out, Old Fu said, "Ah An, the fixed salary you're offering is too high. My old bones aren't worth that much money."
Wu An smiled and said, "There must be a reason why I can offer this salary."
"Let me tell you the truth."
"Although the fixed salary I offer is quite good compared to most people's salaries these days, it's not high considering the workload on my ship."
He offered a 5% commission, which was based on the income from his fishing boat.
He calculated that if Old Fu were on his ship, he would receive a 5% commission, and his daily income would be no less than a thousand yuan. Even if he went to sea for a hundred days a year, he could still earn a hundred thousand yuan a year!
It far exceeds the income of most people today, and is much better than a fixed income.
She's adorable.
Just because he thinks it's good doesn't mean others think it's good, especially when Old Fu doesn't understand the situation. That's why he offered the option of a fixed salary.
As for the final choice, the decision rests with Old Fu.
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