“You’re all so picky and unskilled, it’ll be hard for you to find suitable positions, so I swallowed my pride and asked Yu Bao’er for some openings. It’s up to you now,” Old Master Zhao said, sipping his tea as he looked at them.
Everyone was stunned. What the hell was a nursing home?
They thought it was just the old man messing around, and that such an organization couldn't possibly make a big splash.
They already have to deal with one old man all day long, let alone a whole group of them. Haha, spare them!
Old Master Zhao said calmly, "Heh, you all really are brainless, no, you should say your brains are full of grass."
Even though the old man scolded them for being good-for-nothings, everyone's foreheads twitched, but they still habitually held back.
Madam Zhao couldn't help but whisper, "Father, nursing homes are all about serving people. We... we don't have that kind of experience, so let's not go."
They are all city dwellers, and whether they were in school or had started working before, they would have visited orphanages and nursing homes.
They all consist of a building and a courtyard, and the buildings are overcrowded. The staff are so numerous that they practically want to be divided into eight sections. There is no clear distinction between those who work in offices and those who are ordinary workers.
The men were hesitant to speak up, but the women in the family, with their thick skin, chimed in, saying, "Yes, Dad, nursing homes are full of old men and women. If we don't take good care of them, their families will come looking for us, and we'll be in a lot of trouble."
"Grandpa, there are only a few positions available at the nursing home. We can't take them all, can we? Let's not go and join the crowd..."
“Grandpa, working in a nursing home is a great responsibility. We young people don’t know our place and shouldn’t embarrass you…”
Old Master Zhao sneered, "You used to cling to me looking for work, saying you didn't care about any job, but now you're starting to be picky? What are you even good at? You're the only ones who get jobs to choose you!"
“Anyone with a brain can see that this time is different.”
"Who is Comrade Ke Meiyu? She is a teacher at Kyoto University, a TV and radio host, and the founder of the first senior citizens' university in Xiahua. You're saying that the nursing home she founded is an ordinary nursing home?"
Hearing the old man say this, everyone's minds finally started to race. Indeed, the name Ke Meiyu was too famous; they had heard it at least three or four times since the first day they arrived in Kyoto.
They even want to work at the university for seniors.
"Then, how could she possibly turn a nursing home into something wonderful?" Madam Zhao couldn't imagine what a nursing home could possibly become, so she couldn't help but ask.
The old man snorted: "That's right. Part of her nursing home is traditional, taking in elderly people who have no one to care for them, while the other part is fee-based, providing different levels of service, creating a comfortable and cozy home-like environment."
Do you remember that textile factory in the suburbs that made a fool of itself?
Everyone remembered that, although the factory had been closed for two or three years, the aftermath of the joke was still brought up by the neighbors and reached their ears.
With added embellishments, they gained a good understanding of the sheer size of the textile factory.
"It has already been designated by the organization to be Yu Bao'er's nursing home. It's twice the size of the senior university. Think about it carefully!" the old man said slowly.
When the Zhao family heard that Ke Meiyu was being so extravagant, they were actually quite tempted.
Looking at his children and grandchildren, the old man thought they were incredibly stupid. He patiently continued to analyze the situation with them: "You are all like frogs in a well, with no view of the sky. Do you think such a large nursing home can be managed and operated like other nursing homes?"
"Without a detailed division of labor and cooperation, wouldn't it be chaos? Since there is a division of labor and cooperation, there will definitely be various office staff and management positions. If you become the first batch of employees, shouldn't you be given priority when assigning positions?"
"I've already made myself clear. If you still hesitate, you might as well give up your Zhao surname!"
Everyone nodded in agreement. It was true; who wouldn't want to be a veteran in their organization?
The old man usually looked down on them, often scolding them for being stupid, but he never threatened to kick them out. He was just frustrated with their lack of progress, and they all understood that, so the old man wouldn't do anything to them.
This is definitely an opportunity in front of them. The old man patiently persuaded them, and also indirectly told them that with the old man's relationship with Ke Meiyu, he should be able to help them get the job they wanted when it comes to assigning positions.
Everyone immediately realized they understood the old man's good intentions and hurriedly said they wanted to sign up.
One person eagerly expressed their opinion, and the others, not wanting to be outdone, followed suit.
So Old Master Zhao pulled out a stack of contracts from behind him and said, "Take a look at the contracts first, and sign them if there are no problems."
Everyone glanced at it and thought it was no big deal. These days, who doesn't work their whole life?
Besides, they're already in Kyoto and definitely won't move. Plus, they've had a tough time finding work lately, and they're desperate to find a job to settle down in for the rest of their lives.
"You're only signing a ten-year contract? What about after ten years?"
The old man glanced at them and said, "Ten years or more, of course we'll continue if we can keep going."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quickly signed and pressed their fingerprints on the contract. Even Zhao Fanghua couldn't wait to sign the contract as well.
When she finished pressing her handprint, she felt incredibly at peace and relaxed.
She no longer needs to worry about being unemployed. With a job, the rest, including marriage and having children, will fall into place naturally.
Zhao Fanghua thought more deeply than the others. Since the nursing home that Ke Meiyu was running was a fee-based facility, and everyone there was from one of the four large compounds, the elderly people who could go there must be respectable individuals, and their descendants would not be too bad off either.
Just casually cultivate a few connections, and all the major life events will be solved!
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