"But, after all, the boss has a bad reputation for treating Yu Yu." The third aunt was worried.
"It doesn't make sense. What you're talking about is just feudal thinking. It can save people, but it doesn't make sense anywhere.
You should make it clear to the women in the compound about the principle of obeying authority in emergencies.
New practices in the new era and resolute fight against feudal ideas. Do you understand it? Anyone who dares to act recklessly is doing so because of feudal thinking. "
Seeing that Yan Jiecheng was resolute and unwilling to be friendly with He Yuyu, the third uncle gave some instructions to the third aunt.
While several people were talking, someone knocked on the door.
Yan Jiecheng opened it and saw that they were several line workers from the steel rolling mill, led by the five apprentices he had accepted, Zhongfan Jinjun.
"Mom and Dad, these are some of my colleagues." Yan Jiecheng invited a few people into the house and said hello to Yan Bugui and his wife.
Then he asked curiously: "Xiaofan, you are not at home this late at night, why are you here here?"
"Master, this is not the Chinese New Year, nor am I wishing you New Year's greetings. The brothers and sisters were afraid that too many people would disturb you, so they asked me to come and wish you and my master New Year's greetings."
"You are interested, I know, and I have received your thoughts. I won't keep you here, go back quickly."
This year, I didn’t even bring a bottle of wine with me, which was so boring.
"Master, we have also prepared a prayer for you, Master. It is right at the door. Master, would you like to take a look?"
Seeing this, Yan Jiecheng became interested and went out with a few others to watch the so-called worship ceremony.
I saw a brand new Flying Pigeon bicycle with a black oily finish standing at the door of Yanbu Gui's house.
There was also a flower tied with red cloth on the handlebar.
Extraordinarily bright.
A trace of envy flashed in Yan Jiecheng's eyes.
Bicycles are the most popular items at the moment. Of course he wants something that adds fifty points to the handsomeness value of riding it.
It's a pity that a car costs a couple of hundred yuan, and the key is that he can't get a ticket, so he can only feel envious.
Yan Jiecheng asked Fan Jinjun in confusion, "Why, the newly bought bicycle came to my place with a bang?"
"Hey, the master came into the room and said."
"Can you speak now?"
"Master, we have been learning skills from you, and we have never served you a cup of tea, but you are so open-minded and teach us real skills.
No, everyone has passed the first-level examination for line workers. I am really grateful to you.
You don’t know, before we studied for two or three years, we would pull weeds and move things every day.
There is no one to teach us, and those who have apprenticed themselves are not much better. You know the situation in our factory, but not many do.
Therefore, we don’t know how long we can persist. Fortunately, we met you.
No, many of our apprentices have passed the examination. Although the steel rolling mill does not need so many line workers, the road bureau requires them directly, and the salary is three yuan more than that of the steel rolling mill.
You didn't know that they were all very happy when they heard that they were all qualified first-class workers. "
Yan Jiecheng saw that he had been talking for a long time and had not said anything about the situation, so he urged: "I am just training you according to the work arrangement in the factory. You don't need to thank me, and don't talk so much. Just talk about business."
"Hey, good master. So we pooled some money together, paid a bicycle ticket at home, and saved a flying pigeon for the master.
How about it? master. "
Yan Jiecheng really didn't expect them to be so generous.
This is a bicycle!
Who gives the master a bicycle?
Simply sick!
Which master dares to ask for it?
"Nonsense, I understand your thoughts, you can push the car back on your own."
Yan Bugui stood aside and said nothing, but the third aunt was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks.
"Master, this car is our apprenticeship ceremony. There is no reason to push it back."
Yan Jiecheng said angrily: "This car is what an average person has saved up for three to five years. Do you think I can have it?"
"Master, I bought everything. If you push it back, I will be beaten to death by my brothers. You have to have mercy on me.
We agreed when we arrived that if you didn't accept it, they would either smash the car or me.
Master, just keep it, otherwise we would have the nerve to continue learning from you? "
The two people who came together also advised: "Master Yan, just accept it, it's everyone's wish.
Master Yan, if you don’t accept it, we will have no shame in continuing to learn from you. "
Several people said that no matter what, Yan Jiecheng couldn't ask for someone else's bicycle.
Lao Yan's family is good at calculating, but they also understand the value of bicycles.
In Yan Jiecheng's mind, his job at the steel rolling mill was training, and the factory also gave him a training subsidy of five yuan.
He was just fulfilling his duties in the factory.
He did not have the master-disciple relationship of this era in his heart.
After all, he also had apprentices in later generations, people who would take the initiative to offer a cigarette when they met.
The bicycle gave him the guilty feeling of a student bribing his teacher.
He seemed to see:
#Shocked, a technical school teacher accepted a Ferrari from a student#
Everyone pushed to the limit for several rounds, and Yan Bugui couldn't stand it anymore.
"Don't argue, I'll give you an idea.
Boss, since you bought this bike, just keep it. Just hear me out. " Yan Bugui saw that Yan Jiecheng was getting anxious, so he hurriedly spoke.
"But, the value is indeed too high. Let's work together and pay according to the fare. You will take advantage of your disciples' bicycle tickets.
You guys just think of it as a apprenticeship ceremony with a bicycle ticket. What do you think? "
After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng thought about it and felt that he could accept it.
Fan Jinjun and others were reluctant. A bicycle was indeed expensive, but if they shared it equally among the thirty or so people, it only cost more than five yuan.
It costs more than five yuan to learn a trade, and it also comes with an iron rice bowl.
I would never dare to think like this in my wildest dreams.
But now they can't even spend five yuan, so isn't it just a waste of money?
In the end, I had no choice but to agree to Yan Bugui's suggestion.
Yan Jiecheng directly took one hundred and seventy-eight yuan and gave it to Xiaofan.
Yan Bugui was stunned. This was different from what he imagined.
He thought that Yan Jiecheng didn't have enough money and needed to borrow it from him so that he could use the bicycle openly.
As a result, where did this kid get so much money?
Yan Jiecheng looked at Yan Bugui's expression and smiled: "Dad, I forgot to tell you that the project headquarters issued a subsidy of 100 yuan a year ago."
Yan Jiecheng took the bicycle purchase invoice from Fan Jinjun and sent the people away.
The father and son pushed the bicycle back into the house, and Yan Bugui and his wife clicked their tongues around the car, unable to conceal their joy.
"Dad, please go to the police station tomorrow to register the car."
"Hey, it doesn't matter, I'll go early in the morning."
Yan Bugui didn't even raise his head, stroking his bicycle everywhere and said.
“Hey, these beams and handlebars need to be covered, otherwise the paint will be rubbed off.
Also, boss, do you have no license? Remember to do it yourself, we can't do it for you now. "
Yan Jiecheng remembered that bicycles these days still need a driving license, which is similar in nature to the car licenses of later generations.
It is usually made of kraft paper, about the size of a student ID card, with a bicycle pattern on it.
The inner page of the license is printed with a numerical code and the seal of the local public security bureau, as well as the holder's name, address, unit and other information.
