CHAPTER 1281: CHAPTER 1282: THE LITTLE WIDOW OF THE SIHEYUAN 9

Old Man Wang gave Zhang Yu a thumbs-up, "Yes, that’s how it should be."

"This is good, keep the things for later when Xiao Lei and the others take over, then they’ll come in handy." If others voluntarily hand over the job to Zhao Lei, it proves it won’t be needed.

In case they play tricks, this can suppress them.

Zhang Yu kept nodding, "Right, right, if possible, I don’t want to do this either."

When that time comes, Zhao Lei might have to go to the machinery factory for work, and also worry if it would cause trouble for his own kids.

"But what’s even better is that later Xiao Lei and Xiao Hong will get five yuan in living expenses every month."

"Old Man Wang, I currently have 500 yuan in compensation, and many people know about it. I’m worried they’ll come to borrow money." The job is already firmly in hand, and the neighbors around can’t scheme against it.

They can’t scheme for the job, but Zhang Yu is really worried they’ll scheme for the money.

"Do you have any ideas?" Old Man Wang wanted to hear Zhang Yu’s thoughts. If she could think of this, she should have some ideas.

"I want to buy grain, and then some meat to make jerky." If preserved well, jerky can last quite a while.

"I want to store it at the junkyard." Although there’s a cellar at home, it is shared with everyone in the courtyard. Although there are keys, the lock is just for honest people.

When there’s a grain shortage, that small lock would be useless. Zhang Yu plans to store some at home, and some in the junkyard warehouse.

Old Man Wang didn’t think twice, "Buying grain is good, making jerky is also fine."

"Coincidentally, there are a few empty cellars at the junkyard too." These cellars are empty, and they can be used to store food.

Zhang Yu actually just wanted Old Man Wang to know where the money went, so that when grain supply falls short next year, it wouldn’t seem questionable when she uses it.

Zhang Yu, with her two kids, had just entered the alley when someone asked if she had resolved Zhao Jun’s matters.

Zhang Yu nodded, reiterating it, and someone sneered, "Why don’t you just sell the job? It could fetch a couple hundred at least."

Zhang Yu gave a goofy smile, "Our two kids, when Zhao Jun was around, were treated very well by him. We decided long ago, as for the job, it’s one for each child."

"As for selling the job, I’ve never thought about it."

"I have a salary, and now the compensation, plus, the unit also gives a monthly living allowance, it’s really enough."

"Selling the job isn’t bad, but it’s a one-time thing too." Zhang Yu patiently accounted to everyone.

"A couple of years ago, a formal worker’s salary was that little, and now even if you want to buy it, it’s not easy to get, not to mention the price has gone up."

"By the time Xiao Lei graduates and wants a formal job at the machinery factory, who knows how much it would cost, and the key point is, it’s not something you can just buy even if you want to."

She didn’t believe that after all this account, anyone would still say that selling the job is worthwhile.

Now that Zhang Yu has said this, those who were suggesting selling the job are now all silent.

There was no mistake in Zhang Yu’s account, and since Zhao Jun’s job has already been resolved, there’s no use in eyeing it anymore.

When Zhao Fu heard that Zhao Jun’s job has been taken over, he immediately felt terrible, wishing he could rush to the factory office to question Zhao Gui.

Clearly, this guy guaranteed he’d secure Zhao Jun’s job for Zhao Lin, but now it’s gone.

Zhao Fu waited at the factory office for Zhao Gui after work, forcing Zhao Gui to come up with a solution.

Zhao Gui didn’t even know how he managed to last until the end of the day, feeling completely dizzy.

Packing up his stuff, as he walked out of the factory office, Zhao Gui saw his brother Zhao Fu, and his heart skipped a beat, knowing that Zhao Fu had already found out.

Even though Zhao Gui didn’t want to face Zhao Fu, some things must be confronted, so he sighed lightly, "Let’s go."

"Brother, Zhao Jun’s job got snatched away, didn’t you say Zhao Lin would definitely take over?" Zhao Fu knew his brain wasn’t as sharp as Zhao Gui’s, nor was he as eloquent.

"Brother, you promised to get Zhao Lin a formal job. I don’t care where you get it from." Zhao Fu laid down his harsh words.

Zhao Gui initially thought of how to appease Zhao Fu, but didn’t expect him to start off with such an approach.

"When did I ever promise that?" Zhao Gui was flustered.

"How could you not have promised, brother? Do you want everyone to know you were scheming for Zhao Jun’s job, even though the factory office already had a solution, and you just didn’t say?" Zhao Fu knew Zhao Gui cared about his reputation.

Zhao Gui knew Zhao Fu was utterly shameless, never expecting him to threaten him like this.

"You, you don’t even think about who I was doing this for." Zhao Gui was anxious; he truly regretted making that promise then.

"I, anyway, am infamous, everyone knows I’m a rascal, but you are different; you are my brother, considered a just man in everyone’s eyes."

"Moreover, brother, you don’t have a son, aren’t you counting on your nephew to care for you in old age and at the end of your life?"

"If you give the job to Xiao Juan, I wouldn’t have anything to say, since she’s your own daughter, but she already has a job. Shouldn’t your job go to your nephew?"

"When I say this out loud, nobody would find it unreasonable." Zhao Fu genuinely worried, having thought about many things while waiting for Zhao Gui.

Staring at gleeful Zhao Fu, Zhao Gui felt an urge to strangle him. He had an opportunity to work at a branch factory outside the city back then. He thought it better to stay in the Capital City where prospects were better.

If he had gone outside back then, he might have already been a deputy factory director by now. More importantly, he would have been completely rid of Zhao Fu, the scoundrel.

His son’s messes wouldn’t concern him at all; no need to deal with any of this nonsense.

Zhao Fu didn’t even need to turn around to know Zhao Gui must be feeling regretful and angry now. "Brother, do you regret not moving out of town back then?"

"And think about your temperament; could you have gone out of town? With your wife being so supportive of her family, do you really think she would have agreed to move?" Zhao Fu knows just how to shift the blame.

Hmph, why should his household be in chaos while Zhao Gui’s family sails smoothly? Zhao Fu resented it; a childless household should be in shambles.

Right, he did consider going out of town, but his wife discouraged it, citing unfamiliarity of locale and concerns for Zhao Juan’s well-being. The excuses were endless; she simply didn’t want to move.

At the time, he found her reasoning valid, and thus declined to go out of town. Yes, it was his wife hindering his career.

Seeing Zhao Gui with a long face, Zhao Fu said, "Brother, you shouldn’t take it out on sister-in-law when you get home."

"I know my sister-in-law’s thoughts; she merely wants to support her family since the Qi Lin brothers are unsuccessful."

Recalling his wife’s earlier reactions, "Brother, did you know your wife wants Juanzi to meet with her family relative?"