Chapter 2169
The Dilemma of the Future
Yan Jiecheng has been having a lot on his mind these past few days.
He originally thought he would spend his whole life working in that factory.
But no one expected that he would have a chance to choose his future.
He didn't want to go to the suburbs.
He's a proper Beijing resident, after all. If he goes to work in the suburbs, wouldn't he just be going back to his old ways?
Moreover, if you go to work in the suburbs, you will most likely have to work every day and live in the factory dormitory.
This had a significant impact on his 'career'.
From this perspective, he doesn't have many options.
In other words, they could only follow the arrangements and assignments made by the neighborhood committee and work in other factories.
But this presents another problem.
For ordinary workers, being transferred to other factories is not a big deal.
After all, the old factory often underpaid wages.
Medical expenses are also very difficult to reimburse.
The fact that they can be placed in factories that are profitable at least for now means they don't need to worry about wages and medical insurance.
It's just about working in a different place; it's no big deal.
Some workers were even quite happy with the street's arrangement.
But Yan Jiecheng felt uncomfortable.
At his previous workplace, he was at least a team leader, and he received a position allowance.
He has several workers under him who have to be subservient to him for their livelihood.
Even when he went to work properly, there were always people following him around, constantly flattering him.
If he had followed the neighborhood committee's arrangements and been assigned to another factory, he would have lost everything.
He was just a group leader, not a cadre, and could not be reassigned according to his cadre status.
The key is that Yan Jiecheng knows his own background.
He actually doesn't know anything.
This class monitor position was earned through years of hard work and experience.
"Ouch, ouch..." Yan Jiecheng sighed as he lay on the bed.
He's been having headaches for the past few days, and the medicine hasn't helped.
In reality, he was just using illness as an excuse to avoid reporting to the local street office.
"Master, get up and eat!" Lan Hua knocked on the door and called out in an annoyed tone.
She had spent half her life with Yan Jiecheng and knew what kind of person her husband was.
Therefore, she knew very well that Yan Jiecheng's illness was feigned.
A grown man, when faced with a problem, instead of trying to solve it, just lies in bed all day trying to avoid it.
She despises that.
Of course, she was unaware of Yan Jiecheng's inner thoughts.
Yan Jiecheng spread the word that he was sick, hoping that his old connections from the factory would come and visit him.
Then he asked those people to pass on a message to the factory leaders, such as that he was sick and could not do heavy work.
Ideally, when the factory leaders are discussing the workers' placements with the local street committee, they should mention it to the street committee leaders and ask them to arrange an easier job for the workers.
Although Yan Jiecheng knew this was wishful thinking.
But he really has no other good options right now.
He neither wanted to accept the neighborhood committee's arrangements nor had the courage to confront the neighborhood committee leaders on the spot.
There was nothing he could do in this upheaval.
The reason why Lan Hua knew he was faking illness was quite simple.
Once, when Lan Hua went out to set up a stall, Yan Jiecheng was still sighing and lamenting before he left.
They say they won't eat this, or they can't eat that.
At the time, Lan Hua felt quite sorry for her man.
Tell Yan Jiecheng to get some rest, and say the food is warmed up on the coal stove...
After Lan Hua went downstairs, she forgot to take something, so she went back to get it.
Because it was still early and she didn't want to disturb the neighbors, she tiptoed around. When she opened her door, she saw Yan Jiecheng eating a large steamed bun and a bowl of millet porridge with relish.
There's no sign of illness at all.
How did Yan Jiecheng explain it back then?
He said he was afraid the porridge would clump together.
Yan Jiecheng used to have a regular job, and he would even help Lan Hua out at her stall.
Now, he's got a headache-inducing get-out-of-jail-free card, but he doesn't have to do anything.
Of course, Lan Hua knew what Yan Jiecheng was thinking.
It's nothing more than going to the stalls. If someone asks about their factory going bankrupt, Yan Jiecheng will feel ashamed.
Knowing this is one thing, but Lan Hua truly felt that Yan Jiecheng's actions were irresponsible towards his family.
"I'm not eating anymore!" Yan Jiecheng vented his frustration inside.
He's been faking illness for a week now, and not a single colleague has come to visit him.
Even the young apprentices in his work group didn't come to visit him.
This has made Yan Jiecheng very irritable lately.
He believed he had treated his young apprentices quite well.
Although he hadn't taught those people any skills, he hadn't made things difficult for them either.
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Doesn't he even consider why people should come to see him?
Not teaching them the skills is equivalent to wasting their time.
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"Fine, don't eat it then!" Lan Hua retorted in a huff.
Busy all day long, who has the patience to wait on a man who's faking illness?
"Eat!" Lan Hua returned to the table with a gloomy expression, handed a steamed bun to her daughter, and started eating.
The daughter looked at her mother, then at the room, and asked softly, "Mom, should I go and call again?"
What are you shouting for?
It's better to die early than to lie in bed all day and harm others.
Do I owe you people surnamed Yan?
You don't want this job, you think that job is too tiring, but the Forbidden City is for the Emperor, do you have the fate to do that? ... Lan Hua finally exploded, she had really had enough.
If Yan Jiecheng were truly ill, she certainly wouldn't be acting like this.
But if a man pretends to be sick and puts all the burdens of the family on her shoulders, you can imagine how much anger she must have been building up inside.
Not satisfied with just sitting and cursing, she stood up, pointed at the door, and shouted, "Let me tell you, Yan Jiecheng, if you become paralyzed or crippled, it's only right that I, Lan Hua, take care of you."
If I were to complain, it would be because I wasn't born of my parents.
But what's the point of your calculation?
An old man...
If you really don't want to go to work, then come and set up a stall with me tomorrow.
Who cares about your lousy class and your meager salary?
The daughter wanted to bury her head in the bowl, but her little eyes would occasionally dart towards her mother.
At that moment, the little girl felt that her mother was really too domineering.
Yan Jiecheng, inside the room, angrily pulled the blanket over his head.
He wouldn't argue with the orchid because he knew that what the orchid said was not wrong.
But he didn't want to explain anything to Lan Hua.
In his opinion, that woman outside had never even gone to school, and there was no way to explain it to her.
To be honest, Yan Jiecheng has actually come up with a solution recently.
He felt it was beneath him to be asked to set up a stall with Lan Hua and appear in public.
But if you were to run a restaurant like He Daqing in the old alley, and become the owner, that would be a very prestigious thing.
He had inquired about this matter.
He even asked around about how He Daqing got his restaurant started.
He even went to the neighborhood committee to complain, essentially classifying He Daqing as a landlord who was trying to restore the old order.
But the clerk told him directly that this type of contracting was permitted by higher authorities.
Tell Yan Jiecheng not to cause trouble. If he has any ideas, he can try to contract the work with the local street office. (End of Chapter)