nucmednet Chapter 294 Job Quota
Chapter 294 Job Quota
"Mr. Chen, your salary will remain the same as before!" Zhang Yimou said with a smile.
Hearing this, Lao Chen's face immediately showed surprise. He widened his eyes and couldn't believe his ears.
"Really...really? That's great!" His joy was beyond words.
Zhang Yimou nodded and continued, "Of course it is true, and there is more to it than that.
The Qingdao Film Division has also given you a special opportunity to train an apprentice.
Of course, although this apprentice is a formal employee, his level needs to be recalculated!"
When Lao Chen heard this, he was stunned, as if a pie in the sky had fallen and hit him. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He stammered, "This... this treatment is too good... Okay! How... why would they give me a job quota!
You know, it’s not easy to be a regular worker these days!” He was so excited that his hands were shaking slightly.
Zhang Yimou smiled and patiently explained: "The Qingdao Film Division has just been established and there is a lot of work to be done. There is a shortage of staff in all positions, so we are in urgent need of a large number of professional talents.
Mr. Chen, you really got lucky this time, and you came at the right time!"
Zhang Yimou paused and said, "Mr. Chen, since you have been given the opportunity to train an apprentice, you should
You can't hide it, you must pass on your skills and experience without reservation."
Old Chen nodded hurriedly, with a simple smile on his face, and responded firmly: "Director Zhang, don't worry! I will definitely not keep it for myself. I hope that someone will pass on the things I have accumulated over the years.
I am thinking about giving this job to my youngest son. He has always been interested in this industry and is willing to work hard. I believe he can do a good job. "
After hearing this, Zhang Yimou smiled with satisfaction and said, "That's good. Engineer Chen, just work hard.
As long as the Qingdao Film Division's filming is successful, it won't be difficult to get a house in Qingdao within the next two years."
"You can get a house after working for two years?" Old Chen's eyes widened, his face full of shock and surprise, and his voice unconsciously rose a few degrees.
Zhang Yimou patiently explained: "It's hard to say when, after all, it depends on many factors.
But Qingdao Film Division is a subordinate department of Qingdao Publishing House. Qingdao Publishing House has been performing well in recent years and has no shortage of money. The construction of the house started in 77 and has never stopped.
According to this trend, in theory, as long as you are a formal employee of Qingdao Publishing House, you can basically get a house."
After hearing this, Old Chen felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart. His youngest son had been worrying about his job and marriage.
Now that the work problem has been solved, if I can successfully get a house, then the important matter of my youngest son’s marriage will be settled.
Thinking that his youngest son would no longer have to worry about these major life events, Old Chen's eyes became slightly moist, and his heart was filled with longing for the future and gratitude for this opportunity.
After Zhang Yimou and the other two left, Lao Chen waited in the yard for his youngest son to get off work.
The sky grew darker, twilight spread like ink, the street lamps in the alley lit up one by one, the dim light outlined mottled light and shadows on the ground.
Old Chen paced in the yard faster and faster, his eyes never leaving the path leading to his home.
Finally, a familiar figure appeared at the end of the alley. Old Chen looked closely and saw that it was his youngest son. He immediately walked over to him.
"Dad, why are you standing here?" the youngest son asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Old Chen couldn't help but smile, and he took his youngest son's arm and walked into the yard, "Son, come in quickly, Dad has great news to tell you!"
After entering the house, Old Chen couldn't wait to tell his youngest son everything about his conversation with Zhang Yimou.
At first the younger son thought his father was joking, until he saw the excitement flashing in Lao Chen's eyes, he was convinced that it was all true.
His eyes instantly widened, his face full of surprise and disbelief, "Dad, is this true? Can I really get a job at Qingdao Film Division as a full-time employee? And maybe even get a house?"
Old Chen nodded heavily, patted his youngest son on the shoulder and said, "It's absolutely true! Son, you must work hard and don't let this rare opportunity go to waste!"
The youngest son was so excited that he kept walking around the room, muttering: "That's great. I have a job now. I won't have to worry about having no place to live when I get married!"
The father and son excitedly discussed for a long time, from work content to future plans, imagining a better life.
It was late at night. Lao Chen was lying on his bed, looking at the bright moonlight outside the window, with a smile on his face.
I silently thanked the gift of fate in my heart, and slowly fell into a sweet dream with infinite expectations for the future.