Chapter 1194: A Leisure Day

Yu Minghua sighed slowly, carefully wiped the computer in front of him, and said: "It's a long story. To put it simply, I was expelled! I don't know any other skills. I only dealt with computers in college!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded. There was obviously a story here. Although Yu Minghua didn't want to tell it, the middle-aged man's experience was obviously better than his. A simple analysis would tell what happened. Google search reading

"The craftsmanship is good, please stay. Maybe there will be a better future. I will give you one hundred a month. If you repair a home appliance, I can give you a commission. If it is not repaired, you will lose money. Can you accept it?"

Hearing this, Yu Minghua nodded, then frowned and said, "Compensate?

Not all home appliances can be repaired, right? "

The middle-aged man was holding a cigarette in his mouth and said absently: "If the repair is not possible, I will tell the customer directly. But if during the repair process, we make mistakes in the operation, which leads to the failure of repairing the home appliance, then of course we must Lost money!"

It seems that this job is not so easy... Yu Minghua could only nodded.

The middle-aged man continued: "You can just call me Uncle Chen. You are not a big kid. Are you twenty-three or four?"

Yu Minghua said subconsciously: "Twenty-four!"

The middle-aged man didn't say anything. He just sat on the stool and puffed away. Yu Minghua went to tinker with other home appliances. Of course he knew the best about computers, but he was also handy with other home appliances. .

Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare come here directly for an interview.

As time went by, Yu Minghua discovered that this boss was a bit strange. He originally thought he was a talkative person, but at the end of the whole day, he was either smoking in a daze or sleeping.

It seems like the store doesn’t care about it anymore…

In fact, there are not many people coming to this store at all. Looking out from here, they are all home appliance and digital stores. The entrance is not crowded with people, but a customer comes in every ten minutes.

Only one person came to their place all morning, and there was something wrong with the radio. After Yu Minghua fiddled with it a few times, he replaced a part and it returned to normal.

It made Yu Minghua a little worried. Can he earn 100 yuan this month?

At this level, it would be good to have a salary of eighty yuan...

Time soon came to night. At noon, Yu Minghua went out and simply sold two cakes and took a bite of pickles. The middle-aged man behind him was sleeping the whole time, so Yu Minghua ate in the shop.

After getting off work, the middle-aged man woke up, tidied up the store, closed the door, and took Yu Minghua to a small noodle shop outside the mall.

The price of noodles these days is not high, only a few yuan at most. After ordering two bowls of noodles for 50 cents, the middle-aged man also asked for a bottle of wine.

"Does it feel weird?"

Hearing this, Yu Minghua nodded subconsciously and said, "Uncle Chen, you did the same before..."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "If something needs repairing, they put it in the store, write a note, and I'll fix it when I wake up. People are used to it!"

"It's a small shop like mine, and it's in a shopping mall. No one comes back to steal anything. Just coming here, I can earn more than 300 yuan a month."

An income of more than three hundred?

I didn't see it...

Yu Minghua secretly cursed in his heart. He only made an estimated five yuan a day?

"Boy, eat quickly, come to work at the same time tomorrow!"

It feels a bit strange for a middle-aged man to sit by himself, sipping wine and noodles. This combination is a bit too embarrassing...

After Yu Minghua finished eating, he wanted to pay, but was stopped by the middle-aged man.

"You go ahead, I'll pay the bill myself later!"

Yu Minghua nodded, then turned around and left the Digital Building across the street.

The owner of the small noodle shop came out with a rag on his shoulder, frowning and said: "Old Chen, the employee you just found?"

The middle-aged man nodded indifferently, licked his lips, and said, "This kid is quite good. He is just wasting his time by following me. It's all in vain."

The chef sneered and said, "Is it possible that you still have some self-awareness? Do you plan to continue being decadent like this?"

After the middle-aged man took a sip of wine, he stroked his beard and said, "I'm forty-five years old and I don't have much family. Wouldn't it be nice to live like this for the rest of my life?"

The chef was obviously very familiar with the middle-aged man, so he just sighed and said nothing more.

How to persuade?

It's been five years, it's been like this for five whole years, and no one's advice will work.

Many employees came to this store, but they were all driven away by this old Chen for various reasons.

The recruitment information is no longer available. Who knows what the situation will be.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes at this moment, drank all the soup in front of him, and left the store with the wine bottle dangling.

After the noodle shop owner cleared the table, he looked at the middle-aged man's leaving figure and sighed deeply.

He did know some inside information. It seemed that this middle-aged man was originally in the army and had spent more than twenty years in the army.

But after coming out, something happened at home, and all the family members died.

I heard that the fire was caused by an accident. I asked this when I was drunk.

Then the middle-aged man opened a store in the Digital Building with the money he had saved over the years, and five years had passed.

According to common sense, the middle-aged man should have a lot of savings, but no one knew why he opened such a shabby store, and no one even knew his name, only that his surname was Chen.

The middle-aged man used to look like a stranger who didn't want to enter, as if everyone owed him money, but once there was a problem, he would still help, which was very contradictory.

Maybe he was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, or maybe it was just a moment of kindness.

The reason why the noodle shop owner was familiar with the middle-aged man was that one night four years ago, a group of gangsters came to cause trouble and collect protection fees. At that time, the Digital Building opposite had just opened not long ago.

There were a few customers in the store, but they all ran away when they saw the gangsters coming.

Only the middle-aged man seemed to be drunk and fell asleep on the table.

As luck would have it, the noodle shop owner's seven-year-old daughter was also in the shop. Seeing that the situation was about to become dangerous, the middle-aged man stood up and knocked down a gangster in just two or three moves. His moves were very ruthless, but very measured.

The gangster's joints were directly dislocated, but later they were reconnected by the middle-aged man. Although it was not a big problem, the pain was not something that everyone could endure.

After that, the middle-aged man became more familiar with the noodle shop owner and chef.

Five years have passed, and the noodle shop owner doesn't even know the full name of this middle-aged man.

However, he has become accustomed to having such a regular customer. He comes every two or three days, and each time he only wants a bottle of wine, a bowl of noodles, and a head of garlic. The owner simply gives him the garlic for free.

...

Yu Minghua returned to the dormitory and lay on the bed. The workload for the day was actually not large at all, and it was very relaxing. How could he get paid in such a working atmosphere?

According to common sense, it is not possible at all.

But since the middle-aged man said so, Yu Minghua certainly had no objection except to believe it.

When I was in the computer research institute, the workload was very heavy. I had to work all day and night, even when I returned to the dormitory, until late at night. Suddenly, it became so easy. Yu Minghua felt very awkward.

So he picked up the previous textbook from the table and turned it page by page. Although work is always done, knowledge is something that can never be learned.

Everyone has their own way of dealing with people. A thousand people have a thousand different ideas. My life is limited, but knowledge is unlimited. This is the truth.

I don’t know when I can adjust my state again. While flipping through the book, Yu Minghua sighed deeply.