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Director Wang noticed that Yan Jiefang was fixated on Wang Jiefang's work issues, and there was a greedy glint in his eyes.
Director Wang understood Yan Jiefang's intentions all too well. She looked at him, growing impatient. "Yan Jiefang, although Wang Jiefang can’t see, his culinary skills are still intact, and he even has a certified chef’s license! You want to take his job? What do you have? Can you cook?
Moreover, you asked us to arrange a job for you. When we offered you heavy lifting, you complained it was too tiring; when we suggested cleaning the streets, you thought it was humiliating; and when we proposed mucking out the latrines, you said it was too smelly! Now you blame us for not arranging work for you? What do you have to be jealous of Wang Jiefang? If you had a certificate issued by the state, we wouldn’t be offering you those jobs!
Enough! Instead of causing a scene here, why don’t you spend your time learning something and get a certificate? That way, we can guarantee you a suitable job!"
Yan Jiefang clenched his fists as he was scolded by Director Wang and stormed out of the street office.
Once home, he locked himself in his room, brooding in silence. Aunt San glanced at him but continued with her work.
Aunt San's tongue no longer hurt, but she hadn’t had her stitches removed yet. Speaking still caused discomfort at the stitching site, so she preferred to remain silent. The others who had bitten their tongues were in similar situations; those who had severed their tongues were worse off—they didn’t dare speak at all because anyone who saw their mouths would be greeted by dark voids inside, and no one could understand what they were trying to say! Consequently, the lively chatter among the women in the courtyard had died down, leaving it eerily quiet.
Uncle San returned home early again to prepare for fishing. As soon as he got back, Yan Jiefang rushed out: "Dad! You have to find a way to get me a job!"
Yan Bugui frowned. "Where am I supposed to find you a job? Jobs are hard to come by these days!"
"I don’t care! Even if I have to buy a job, I want one! Just give me a week. If I don’t have a job by then, she won’t talk to me anymore."
"What? Buy a job? What are you thinking? We don’t have money for that!" Yan Bugui immediately dismissed the idea.
"Dad! I don’t care! The blind man across the street has a job now. If I’m still unemployed, she’ll think I’m worse than him. How could she possibly want to be with me then? Dad! You wouldn’t want your son to be single for life and end up childless, would you?" Yan Jiefang’s tone was low and almost pleading.
"What? The blind man across the street found a job? How do you know that? What kind of job did he get?" Yan Bugui was surprised to hear that Wang Jiefang had found work.
"He’s been working for four days already! He’s the head chef in the street office kitchen. I saw it with my own eyes today when I went there looking for work!" Yan Jiefang said weakly.
"How is that possible? A blind man can be a head chef? Isn’t that ridiculous?" Both father and son reacted similarly upon hearing this news.
"It’s not ridiculous! Director Wang said so! That blind man was hired with the unanimous agreement of all the street office staff!" Yan Jiefang didn’t mention anything about certificates; he feared his father would pressure him into getting one.
"Dad, since you're Uncle San, why don’t you go ask at the street office if there are any jobs left?" Yan Jiefang pleaded.
"Ha! What does my status as Uncle San mean at the street office? If they told you there are no jobs available, my asking won’t change anything. Let’s wait until Wang Jiefang comes back; I’ll ask him about it then!"
It seemed that Yan Bugui still had some self-awareness!
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