Chapter 1,270 Han Chunming seeks a job and writes novels to earn royalties.
"Why are you here, kid?"
When Su Mingzhe returned to the door of his rented cabin with his lunch box, he saw a tall and thin man emerging from the alley nearby. He was walking in a sneaky way, not at all upright.
If not the male protagonist Han Chunming, who else could it be?
"Lao Su, what does this box contain?"
Han Chunming came to Su Mingzhe with a smile, grabbed the lunch box, opened it, and saw that it was still steaming dumplings. He immediately started excitedly, grabbed two and stuffed them into his mouth.
As the aroma of pork and scallion stuffing filled his entire mouth, Han Chunming couldn't help but start muttering:
"Lao Su, you've gone too far. As a chef in a state-owned hotel, it's okay to steal food, but you also steal meat..."
Su Mingzhe ate half of the box within a few seconds of seeing Han Chunming, and he felt very distressed:
"This is for your second sister!"
Han Chunming's second sister, Han Chunyan, was the blind date introduced to Su Mingzhe by the street office last month.
When Su Mingzhe traveled through time, the two had just gotten engaged, and the wedding date had been set, which would be the Dragon Boat Festival in two months.
From this relationship point of view, Su Mingzhe is Han Chunming's brother-in-law, and Han Chunming is his brother-in-law.
It was also because of this relationship between the two that Han Chunming snatched Su Mingzhe's lunch box without any psychological pressure.
"My second sister has had dinner, but I haven't eaten yet!"
Han Chunming replied with a smile, stuffed another dumpling into his mouth, and then closed the lunch box again.
After he swallowed the dumplings in his mouth, he said seriously:
"Lao Su, I went to the hospital today at noon to visit Cai Xiaoli's father. I heard Cai Xiaoli say you lent her thirteen yuan, right?"
"That's right."
Su Mingzhe said indifferently:
"After all, we have been together in the educated youth camp for two or three years. Although we don't interact much, people's lives are at stake and we can't save them unless we have to, right?"
Su Mingzhe thought that Han Chunming wanted to remind himself not to get too close to other women and not to be sorry for his sister.
Who would have expected that Han Chunming would change his tone and say with a smile:
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right!"
"Lao Su, you are now capable of helping outsiders. Look at my work problem. Can you help me solve it?"
With the emergence of the wave of educated youth returning to the city.
The issue of working for educated youth has also become a persistent problem in various places.
For people like Su Mingzhe, who was an only child and the only one on the household registration book, the street office directly arranged work for him.
And those from families with many workers like Han Chunming can only wait in line.
Of course, some jobs are indeed unavailable, and they will be recommended to educated youths like Han Chunming.
For example, street sweepers, cleaners, etc.
The problem is, Han Chunming is not willing to do such a job.
As a result, Han Chunming stayed at home for several months, doing nothing and becoming a street kid that everyone hated.
When Su Mingzhe heard that Han Chunming asked him to introduce the job to him, he thought about it and introduced it:
"Our dumpling restaurant is short of helpers. Would you like to come over and give it a try?"
"In addition to our dumpling restaurant, I know Director He from the Guangdong Association. If you don't want to come to the dumpling restaurant, you can also work as a waiter in the association. How about that?"
Han Chunming was silent for a moment, raised his head and asked:
"Are they all organized?"
"We all have establishments. If you are a helper, the initial salary is 18 yuan a month, and you can become a regular employee in half a year. If you are a waiter, the initial salary is 18 yuan a month, but it will take a year to become a regular..."
Su Mingzhe explained the treatment in detail.
Although Han Chunming knows a lot of things, in this era, if a man does not have the skills to master, even if he finds a job through connections, he can only start from the lowest level.
When they become regular workers, their monthly salary will be only twenty or thirty yuan.
Han Chun
Ming thought for a while and made up his mind:
"I'd better follow you as a helper!"
Although I work in the Provincial Hall, I am relatively well-established.
But in this era, people believe more in having enough to eat.
As the saying goes: After three years of drought, the cook will not starve to death.
For the sake of his stomach, Han Chunming decided to be aggrieved.
"Okay, tomorrow morning, you can come directly to our dumpling restaurant and I will talk to our manager!"
As the dumpling restaurant becomes more and more prosperous, the available manpower is no longer enough.
Regarding the suggestion of finding helpers, Su Mingzhe had already discussed it with the manager Ma Dayong.
Unfortunately, the street arranged for two female educated youths to work as helpers. These two female educated youths couldn't stand the lowest level of work. They couldn't work for a few days and ran away.
Su Mingzhe suggested finding a male helper, but Ma Dayong said that no male educated youth was willing to do this job.
Helpers are not apprentices.
The wages of apprentices are lower than that of helpers, but they can learn their skills. Once they learn their skills, their wages can be increased.
The wages of helpers are just that, and there is no possibility of ever increasing.
Therefore, most men look down on helpers.
Now that Han Chunming agreed to work as a helper, it was because of Su Mingzhe's face that he would never do it in another place.
After deciding to go to work, Han Chunming picked up his lunch box and left:
"Okay, let's see you tomorrow!"
Seeing this, Su Mingzhe quickly warned:
"Chunming, these dumplings are for your sister, don't let that girl Su Meng eat them all!"
When Han Chunming heard this, he immediately became unhappy:
"Su Meng is your sister!"
After hearing this, Su Mingzhe immediately sneered:
"Chunyan is still your sister!"
"Okay, okay, half for each of them, okay?"
Han Chunming originally planned to leave two or three dumplings for his family to try, and give the rest to Su Meng.
Now, after being shouted at by Su Mingzhe, I was immediately embarrassed to do this.
Seeing Han Chunming leave, Su Mingzhe took out the key, unlocked the door and entered the house.
After turning on the light, the room of less than 16 square meters was filled with bottles, cans, and several pieces of pear wood furniture.
There is a large Yuan blue and white porcelain vase on the table, with a few calligraphy and paintings randomly inserted.
Su Mingzhe looked at the treasures he had collected in the past half month, raised the corner of his mouth, and showed a somewhat satisfied smile:
"Han Chunming, a kid, has been tinkering with these things since he was a child. He only has a few collections of hundreds of pieces. But compared with these collections of mine, their value is vastly different."
"If Han Chunming sees these things, maybe what will happen to them."
After admiring his collection for a while, Su Mingzhe sat at the desk, took out ink and pen, spread out the letter paper, and began to write the twelfth chapter of "Blood Romance".
The day after traveling back in time, Su Mingzhe went to some of the most famous magazines and newspapers in Yanjing, and submitted his half-copied and half-adapted version of "Blood Romance" to a novel magazine.
This novel magazine is a semi-monthly publication. After agreeing to serialize, the manuscript fee will be six yuan per thousand words.
As of the day before yesterday, Su Mingzhe had submitted a total of two manuscripts, totaling 100,000 words, and was paid 600 yuan.
The bottles and cans placed at home, as well as various calligraphy and paintings, were all bought by Su Mingzhe with royalties.
By the time the twelfth chapter of more than 10,000 words was finished, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.
Su Mingzhe checked it and put it on the desk.
After a short sleep for an hour, when I woke up, it was still dark.
Su Mingzhe, who was already feeling refreshed, put dozens of dollars in his pocket and walked towards the nearby pigeon market.