Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled-Chapter 535 - 332: Shackles of All Beings

The three discussed for a long time and finally decided to go check it out that evening.

The urban village came alive at five in the afternoon, with vendors setting up on both sides.

This time, Li Qian was a bit nervous; she used to be quite confident here in the village.

After all, compared to the average worker, her status as a senior urban white-collar worker was somewhat notable.

But in front of Master Chen, perhaps it wasn’t worth mentioning at all.

Li Qian, still unsure, spotted someone unexpected on the sidelines.

The new darling of the design world, Zhang Sitong — what was she doing here?

And she was with a man.

It was normal for Song Jun to be here, as he was in charge of delivering the daily produce to the Carefree Restaurant.

The old Chen Pingsheng always seemed aloof, giving him an unapproachable vibe.

Now, dressed in the same chef’s uniform as him, Pingsheng seemed much more approachable.

Each time Song Jun delivered produce, he would discuss cooking techniques and show off a bit in front of him.

This made Song Jun feel a great sense of accomplishment.

"Pingsheng, see? This is how you should fry the meat with chili to make it delicious."

"Okay, I’ll give it a try."

Li Qian and her colleague were stunned; Master Chen was actually the Tengying Big Boss.

You could tell just by the way Zhang Sitong stood in front of him, all tense.

Was it necessary for a woman with an annual salary of millions to be so deferential to a chef?

Obviously not.

Unless he had an extraordinary identity.

"Speaking of which, when we go in to eat later, it’s best to act like we don’t know anything."

"Makes sense. If we reveal his identity, Master Chen will immediately become the Tengying Big Boss, not someone we can approach so easily."

"Right, it’s better to let him keep his current identity, just go there frequently to eat, and leave him with a good impression."

"Exactly, and Li Qian, you’re still in charge of ordering later."

The three of them quickly reached a consensus, along with their junior colleague; they still had some smarts.

As a chef, Master Chen was obviously easier to approach; once they exposed his identity, would they still have the gall to ask him to take their orders?

Business at Carefree Restaurant was just average, with only a few tables each day; aside from a few who cared about the environment, most would opt for fast food.

It was only occasionally chosen for hosting guests.

An’an was still her usual self as the head waiter, serving and clearing dishes, always ready to chat warmly with any familiar face.

She was naturally chatty, and since coming here, she hadn’t had many people to talk to seriously.

"Qian, you’re here!"

"Hmm... An’an, the same old three dishes, please."

"Okay, I’ll ask my Dad to hurry and cook them for you."

Chen An’an was quite a character; her Dad was cooking in the kitchen, and here she was outside calling out, "Dad, come out to serve! Qian wants the usual three dishes."

"Coming right up."

Everything in the kitchen was prepped and ready to be cooked.

Song Jun didn’t linger around; he and Zhang Sitong came and left quickly.

It was mainly because his cousin had said her husband took their daughter for training now.

He shouldn’t bother them unless it was necessary.

That he came every day to deliver produce was already quite commendable.

Chen Pingsheng still did what he loved, striving to perfect his culinary skills as a chef.

That evening was not limited to just Li Qian and her group at the tables.

Qiang brought his girlfriend along, with An’an hurrying over to greet them.

After graduation, Qiang’s girlfriend didn’t look for a job but rented a small apartment in the Magic City Center for twenty thousand yuan.

One month’s rent paid along with two months’ deposit.

She definitely didn’t have the money; Qiang paid it for her.

This rare visit to the village was just for a meal, and then they left.

Qiang was even happy about it, which An’an didn’t understand; wasn’t it obvious he was being played for a fool?

Not only he came, but Guo Shuai’s father also showed up.

This honest migrant worker father smoked a cigarette outside and then left.

In the past, no matter how tiring the work on the construction site was, having hope made it bearable.

After his son graduated from university, he ended up working in a factory just like those without any education, assembling parts.

The old father’s back bent a little more each day.

He often talked about where to find good jobs.

His colleagues had no reason to deceive him; the only jobs they could find were on construction sites or as residential security guards.

As for their sons, they were either delivering food or working in factories.

Compared to factory work, delivering food was slightly better.

But such menial jobs had every detail calculated precisely by capital; running about come rain or shine for 12 hours a day only earned them just over ten thousand yuan a month.

That still required them to constantly take risks and run red lights.

If they were hit by a car one day, it was still primarily their own fault, and years of work would be for nothing.

The delivery company wouldn’t take any responsibility either, claiming that their delivery drivers were contracted out.

They were all temporary workers.

The older generation thought that a university education would lead to a prosperous life, but in reality, after graduating, their sons couldn’t find a way up.

It seemed like in this urban village, everyone was shackled.

Whether on the construction site or delivering food, the fathers worked themselves to exhaustion for money.

And the younger generation either worked in factories or as delivery drivers.

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Some opted to have their children learn a trade.

But with their limited social connections, the options they could offer were too few.

Either hairstyling, cooking, or auto repair.

These three industries accounted for at least half of the fathers’ choices.

Hairstyling looked classy, and walking around well-dressed and good-looking was appealing.

But if you asked about income in this trade, the average was less than five thousand.

And that’s with over three years of learning.

Working more than 12 hours a day, often hopping from one training to another.

And that was the result.

As for chefs, cooking isn’t as presentable as hairdressing, but overall, the income is much higher.

After three years of training, a diligent individual could generally earn a salary above five thousand.

As for auto repair, there’s no need to mention how dirty it gets every day.

This is what’s called the poor man’s trifecta, the jobs massively available to the impoverished.

They could hardly be called good professions.

Indeed.

These industries also produce some individuals who are self-reliant and determined, eventually achieving quite decent incomes.

However, these cases are far too rare compared to the overall picture.

A typical case of effort and reward not being proportionate.

Chen An’an observed these people every day. Although she was only ten years old, she had accepted the best training from a young age due to her family’s circumstances.

Despite her young age, she had already developed a keen eye.

Chen Pingsheng simply let her watch, observe, and come to her own understandings.

Behind every Tengying employee is a family.

When these individuals devote their time and energy to a company, what does the company give them in return?

Some big companies, although their culture slogans shout about caring for employees, are in practice as cold as wild beasts.

When you look from the top, many bosses see employees merely as tools to make money.

They always talk about how they create so many jobs and solve so many employment issues.

It’s as if in their philosophy, having a job at their company is a charity bestowed by them.

Employees should be grateful to them, and if they aren’t, they’re considered ungrateful.

But if you think about it from another perspective, could they have achieved their extraordinary status without so many employees working for them?

Just like an ancient general, are you still a general if you have no soldiers under you?

People often become indifferent and ruthless after acquiring wealth.

But when you look from the bottom, you’ll find that these are all living, breathing human beings.

They have their own dreams and their own stories.

In the end, the operation of a company ultimately relies on these living people.

Only when they willingly contribute and solve problems for you,

can your company continually rejuvenate itself.

Of course, all theories of management don’t include monopolistic companies.

Chen Pingsheng, like a caring and guiding father, always lets Chen An’an and her siblings experience the harsh realities of life at critical moments

to feel the net that traps the poor and figure out how to break free from it.

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Most of the younger generation here always like to talk about their ideals and unsatisfied lives over drinks,

but they return to the same tasks after waking up.

There are also migrant worker fathers, racking their brains to secure a good job for their college-student sons.

Endlessly giving gifts but finding no success.

Then there’s someone diligent like Qiang, who, out of love, does everything, his inferiority and lack of confidence causing his girlfriend to lead him around endlessly.

And like Li Qian, who, to save on rent, spends an extra three to four hours commuting every day.

And small folks like Yang Wei, striving day after day, year after year for an opportunity to progress, a hope she herself can’t see.

The multitude of lives, the essence of humanity.

It is exactly these people that create a vibrant community.

This contrasts sharply with living in Tan Palace where adults discuss industry policies.

They analyze the state’s next strategic directions.

For instance, the often-mentioned "houses are for living in, not for speculation", is a very strong signal.

While the elites are constantly trying to cash out, the lower class continues to be deluded by experts telling them that property prices will rise.

Urban villagers care about tomorrow and work.

The elites care about policies and trends.

Two drastically different directions, also unfolding entirely different dreams.

Just as Chen An’an sees it, the people here are so busy every day.

Starting work early, finishing late.

Some are still busily engaged at tasks in the early hours of the morning.

In terms of diligence, those wealthy individuals she met couldn’t compare to them.

But why is there such a disparity after all?

Young people needing to endure hardship is the biggest joke told by experts.

It’s also a high-class scam.

Because their parents have been enduring hardships since their birth.

Chen An’an felt her brain wasn’t enough, her Dad asked her to observe carefully on her own.

She had to find answers herself, and occasionally, he would help her understand one or two things.

Just as when she asked Li Qian, why didn’t she spend her time on more meaningful things?

It’s because she wasn’t sure if that meaning was worth thousands of dollars.

For her, saving a few thousand a month equated to a sizable amount annually.

Working to save money was her primary purpose for having a job.

But for people like Yang Wei, her spirit hadn’t yet been dulled by the monotony of daily work.

So she keeps struggling.

As for that migrant worker father, one could only say he successfully raised a knowledgeable college-graduated son.

But he couldn’t teach him how to be confident and how not to feel inferior.

A college graduate, both lacking confidence and feeling inferior, even with high educational qualifications, cannot wait for an ideal job to come along.

Such is life.

Every family has its cross to bear.

With the current capabilities of Tengying Group, a single action could change the fate of everyone here.

It’s a boundless energy, and also what Chen An’an must inherit in the future.

To effectively use such power, she needs more than knowledge.

She also needs the wisdom and study to clearly understand the ways of the world.

A thorough experience of human emotions enhances perception, much like traversing mountains and valleys flattens the journey.

The path that Chen An’an and the little brat have to walk is undoubtedly long, but their father will constantly be there to accompany them,

until they truly grow up.