As the news of the recruitment vacancies spread, the people living near the steel mill became excited.

The work in the steel mill is quite tiring, but the salary is high. Now that it has become a state-owned enterprise, it is the white moonlight in everyone’s heart.

Many people were asking how to get into the steel mill. When they learned that they had to register with the street office and pass the political review before they could enter, they all started running to the street office.

The people in the courtyard also knew about this news, and they also ran to the street office. Then they saw that there were so many people in the street office, and the steel mill was only recruiting 2,000 people. They might not be selected.

Then everyone thought of the promise made by Yi Zhonghai and the other two uncles, and they all blamed Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong.

The two didn't want to help, but they didn't dare to go back on their word, so they resorted to the tactic of procrastination.

Yan Bugui stood aside, looking as if it had nothing to do with me, and made plans. He had already figured out that if he could get a spot, he would sell it to someone else.

Yi Zhonghai said: "Everyone, please be quiet. Lao Liu and I just found out about the recruitment. We haven't figured out the details yet.

This will give us some time!

Besides, I've seen that you keep asking for job vacancies, but you all have jobs.

The job description clearly states that priority will be given to people with clean backgrounds and those without jobs."

"Uncle, our job is nothing compared to working in a steel mill. A steel mill is a stable job that can be passed on to your son. You promised us that."

"That's right. When we merged the yards, you promised to help us get into the steel mill."

In order to show off, they had praised the jobs in the steel rolling mill very much.

Moreover, during the Chinese New Year, workers in the steel mill receive additional benefits, which makes people who do not work in the steel mill envious.

Now that they have the opportunity to enter the steel mill, how could they give it up?

Liu Haizhong shouted angrily: "We promised to let you work in the steel mill, but we didn't say we would let you work in the steel rolling mill."

"Second uncle, what do you mean? Are you not keeping your word?" Everyone looked at Liu Haizhong with dissatisfaction.

Liu Haizhong, who was originally bulging with belly, didn't dare to speak when she saw the unfriendly looks from everyone. She hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Yi Zhonghai cursed in his heart, "Idiot!" How could he provoke the people in the hospital at this time? If the matter got out of hand, they would be finished.

"Don't get me wrong. What Lao Liu meant was that the steel mill is private and easier to get into, while the rolling mill is public and harder to get into.

Apart from anything else, if you can’t pass the political review, you can’t force us to let you into the factory!”

This reason barely suppressed the anger in everyone's heart. Mainly, everyone was counting on Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, two seventh-level workers, to help intercede, and it was not good to offend them.

Liu Haizhong was relieved when he saw that the crisis was over: "Yes, that's what I meant."

Yi Zhonghai had a headache when he saw so many people: "Everyone, go away! Don't worry, we will never break our promises. We will do our best to get jobs for everyone."

At this moment, no one dared to offend the three uncles. Even if the three uncles said that dog shit was fragrant, they would eat it with a smile.

When the crowd dispersed, only three old men were left, and they all went to Yi Zhonghai's house.

Yan Bugui said directly: "Lao Yi, Lao Liu, no matter what, you must reserve one job quota for my family this time."

Liu Haizhong said angrily: "Your eldest son Yan Jiecheng is only twelve years old, why do you want to work?"

Yan Bugui said confidently: "We can't use it at home, but I can sell it. I think if I sell one quota for several million, there will be people who will buy it."

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked at each other and then separated quickly. They didn't expect that Yan Bugui's brain was so quick that he could come up with the idea of ​​selling job quotas.

The two of them tacitly decided to hide the fact that Yan Bugui had a quota. "Old Yan, you are so stupid."

"Why am I confused?" Yan Bugui asked puzzledly.

Yi Zhonghai said: "Do you really think that finding jobs for people in the hospital is a good thing? Don't you understand who these people in our hospital are?
They are all people who use people forward and don't use people backward.

Even if we find them jobs, they won’t be grateful to us.”

Yan Bugui was much smarter than Liu Haizhong. After Yi Zhonghai said a few words, he understood what he meant: "What do you mean?"

He was a little uncertain and asked tentatively.

Yi Zhonghai said: "It's not what I meant, but that's the situation. Not to mention that we can't get so many places, even if we did, would you be willing to share them with them?
Now that they have got jobs, life at home will be better, and we will have much less say.

The oldest children in our hospital are Shazhu, Xu Damao and Li Zhenjiang. Are you willing to find jobs for them?"

The Li family is Yan Bugui's weak point.

Yi Zhonghai mentioned the Li family to remind Yan Bugui that helping people in the hospital find jobs is helping the Li family.

Sure enough, Yan Bugui immediately expressed his opinion: "Old Yi, you are right, we really shouldn't help them find jobs."

Yi Zhonghai was particularly dissatisfied. What did he say? It was as if he was not happy for everyone to enter the steel mill. This was clearly a joint decision made by the three uncles.

"Old Yan, we are also thinking about the unity of the hospital. The street office will definitely not give our hospital so many places. When the time comes, some people will have them and some will not, which will cause conflicts among everyone."

Liu Haizhong said: "That's right. We can't help everyone grab the quota, that's called aiding and abetting the evil."

Yan Bugui didn't bother to correct Liu Haizhong's incorrect wording, and asked, "But we promised everyone at the beginning. If we can't do it, it will be difficult to explain to them!"

Yi Zhonghai said: "We don't have the power to allocate quotas. It's the street office that didn't give us any because our hospital has a bad reputation."

Yan Bugui looked at Yi Zhonghai in surprise: "You want to take the blame yourself?"

Yi Zhonghai said with a dark face: "Nonsense. Why should I take the blame?"

"Then why do you say it's because the hospital has a bad reputation?" Yan Bugui asked back.

His meaning was very clear. Siheyuan had a bad reputation, and most of it was caused by the rumors about Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai thought of Yan Bugui's metaphor and was furious: "What I mean is that it is the responsibility of Sha Zhu and Xu Fugui. Their reputations have ruined our impression in the Street Office. That's why the Street Office didn't give us a quota."

Yan Bugui smiled awkwardly: "If you put it that way, I understand. You are right, it is all Sha Zhu and Lao Xu's fault."

Liu Haizhong was still confused, scratching his head anxiously: "What are you two talking about?"

Yan Bugui explained: "Old Yi meant to let Sha Zhu and Old Xu take the blame. We should spread more about their glorious deeds recently."

Liu Haizhong understood and said disdainfully: "They say scholars have evil hearts, it's true."

Yan Bugui glared at him several times.

Yi Zhonghai said, "Okay, stop making trouble. This time we want to let the people in the courtyard know that only by following us can we eat meat. Those who are not loyal to us will definitely not have a good ending."

The three bastards reached an agreement and prepared to join forces to fool the people in the hospital.

Yan Bugui was still unwilling to give in and said, "Lao Yi, Lao Liu, I don't care if you treat others like this, but you can't do this to our family. Also, when Jie Cheng looks for a job, you must help our family."

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong both thought that they could pass the examination to become an eighth-level worker, which would give them a different status, so they agreed. (End of this chapter)

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