"The third child is not suitable," Zhang Fugui stated bluntly, too lazy to concoct a reason.
Not suitable? Zhang Jiang smirked. What does ’not suitable’ an? Isn’t it just that they think headquarters is better for controlling the company and lining up for promotions?
Moreover, the real estate company needs to acquire land, which requires dealing with many departnts and a lot of socializing, bowing, and scraping, a lot of PR work.
In short, it ans going to be at everyone’s beck and call. It’s so much better for Zhang Hai at headquarters, where people constantly flatter him, and even if he goes out for PR, he’s eting with high-level people.
The level of conversation with such people won’t be so blunt, it will definitely be much better.
Sigh, look, the old man is still only concerned about the third child. "Dad, since you put it that way, if I don’t go, it would really be inappropriate."
"If the money’s right, I’ll go." Letting him go is also good, he can claim more for entertainnt expenses, write more invoices, after all, going out for socializing is also considered overti work.
Whenever he goes out for entertaining guests, he writes up an extra two or three thousand; there shouldn’t be any problem. Thinking of this, Zhang Jiang’s mood improved a lot.
The conversation circled back to salary, which made Zhang Fugui unhappy. But there was no other choice; if he wasn’t willing to go, they’d have to arrange for Zhang Hujuan’s people, and Zhang Hai definitely wouldn’t like that, possibly having to go himself.
As for sending old pals there, Zhang Fugui also felt it was not suitable. Those people are just in a laid-back state now, sending them over would an they wouldn’t pay attention, only thinking about making money on the side.
What to do? Zhang Fugui thought for a while, "A two hundred thousand annual inco."
"More than what you earn now," Zhang Fugui added.
See, just now he said he didn’t know what his salary was, and now he says it’s more than what you earn now. People, really so fake.
"Dad, it’s more than what I make now, but you know my current workload." Zhang Jiang looked at his hand, "With so little extra inco, I think it’s better not to go."
"I’m doing great now, no pressure, and I can see you from ti to ti, and communicate with you." You could predict that once the appointnt ca out, he would beco a target.
The pressure was too much, and just for this two hundred thousand annual inco, it really wasn’t worth it.
Zhang Fugui took a deep breath, wondering how he produced such a son. Each of his four children had their pros and cons, but only this one was like a rascal.
Regardless of how angry he got, he was his son, all he could do was to endure, even though he thought of docking his salary to make him understand.
As a result, the boy turned around and brought his wife and children back to live with them. Even so, he would take things from around the house and sell them, using the excuse of low inco.
Although he stopped him, the news spread out, and during that ti he really didn’t dare to go out to socialize, fearing he would beco the laughing stock.
Holding back the anger, holding back the anger, bickering with this punk wasn’t worth it, health problems would be his own bad luck, "Five hundred thousand."
"That settled it, right?" Really. The company hadn’t even started, and we didn’t know how much profit there’d be, but here he was asking for a five hundred thousand salary.
Is this a son or is he supposed to be my ancestor instead, Zhang Fugui was very displeased.
Five hundred thousand. Zhang Jiang looked at Zhang Fugui’s pained expression, his mood suddenly worsened a lot, "Dad, do you think my job at the real estate company is important?"
Zhang Fugui nodded, "Of course, it’s important."
"Compared to Zhang Hai’s job?" Zhang Jiang asked again.
Speechless. Just one job, and there was still a comparison. Zhang Fugui really didn’t know what to say, but he had no choice, this boy wanted an answer, he couldn’t not say it.
How to answer? Zhang Fugui hesitated a mont, "Equally important."
"There you have it. Since it’s equally important, my annual inco should be six hundred thousand, and Zhang Hai’s annual inco this year is six hundred thousand."
"If his inco increases in the future, mine should increase too." The old man was biased, and he didn’t have anything he wasn’t willing to give.
Zhang Fugui didn’t expect Zhang Jiang to know even this, hesitated for a mont, but then figured it wasn’t a difficult thing for him to know either.
After all, salaries were distributed by the finance departnt, and with Zhang Hujuan’s personality, it was impossible for her not to look closely at everyone’s salary.
"Okay, fine." Zhang Fugui readily agreed, "But you have to do well. If you don’t do well..."
"Another deduction in salary?" Zhang Jiang had a horrified look on his face, "Forget it, Dad, I’m not going."
"In case you feel a deduction is warranted, I really will have no place to reason."
"And besides, then the people on elder sister’s side, the people on the third child’s side, and those uncle’s people, who am I supposed to offend?" The feeling that this money was really not worth it made Zhang Jiang increasingly regretful.
"I should’ve known, such a good deal wouldn’t fall to ." Zhang Jiang stood up, "Hmph, did they really think that position was easy?"
"Really, if it wasn’t for the high salary offered, I wouldn’t go." Even a fool knows that position is a pitfall.
Zhang Fugui was surprised, originally thinking second son probably didn’t know about this, but didn’t expect he knew everything, what else could he do, "Fine, I understand."
"Just five hundred thousand, and if you do well, there will be rewards." Still hoping he would do well.
Do well and get rewards? Zhang Jiang really just let that go in one ear and out the other; the old man is best at drawing pie in the sky, "I know, Dad, don’t worry, I’ll definitely do a good job."
"Of course, if they don’t listen to , there’s nothing I can do, after all, they all have backing." Zhang Jiang prepared in advance, no matter what, an annual inco of five hundred thousand was really tempting.
After Zhang Hai left the living room, although he wanted to go to the old man’s study, he knew that if he entered without good reason, he wouldn’t get anything good.
But returning to the living room, he was unwilling, looked around, passing by Zhang Yu’s study, thought for a mont, gently knocked and entered, seeing Zhang Yu seriously working on his tasks at the desk.
A kid who studies hard, "Little Yu."
Zhang Yu had actually already heard the knock and had a pretty good idea it was Zhang Hai, this guy knocked every ti he entered but also barged in uninvited, "Uncle, how co you’re here."
Zhang Yu looked pleasantly surprised, "What’s up?"
"I don’t know, your grandfather notified us to co over, also your aunt’s family." Zhang Hai saw Zhang Yu and suddenly thought of probing whether this girl knew sothing.
What? Zhang Yu looked shocked, "Grandpa moved so quickly."
When Zhang Hai heard this, he was surprised, "What’s going on?" Could Zhang Yu actually know sothing?
Zhang Yu recounted what had just happened, "Grandpa also gave a big red envelope as a reward and gave the coming-of-age gift in advance."
These weren’t secrets and would also let Zhang Hai know that she was not on guard against him, believing that a person aiming for inheritance wouldn’t care about such trifles, at least not overtly making a fuss.
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