I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 210 Vocational School Students in the 80s
Fang Qingye does indeed intend to enter the foreign exchange market.

Unfortunately, it's only 2009 now, and the government has very strict regulations on the foreign exchange market. It's only now that banks are gradually starting to offer personal foreign exchange trading services.

And it's a real-money trading account without leverage!

Real trading, as the name suggests, differs from margin trading. In real trading, investors must hold sufficient currency to sell in order to complete the transaction; short selling or financing is not possible. It's similar to the current A-share market in China.

Without leverage, it's really no fun to play.

wait a little longer
Fang Qingye spent two days in Huijing before returning to Nanxin on Monday.

I've been partying every night, and my legs feel a little weak, but I'm in a great mood.

Back in Nanxin, Fang Qingye's main task recently has been managing the Four Seasons Nursery – now renamed Nanxin Four Seasons Flower and Seedling Co., Ltd.

Although Fang Qingye is the general manager, it is actually his grandfather, Fang Guisheng, who is a man who can't sit still, and Fang Qingye is happy to be a hands-off manager.

In terms of technical skills, Grandpa Fang Guisheng hired a seedling cultivation master named Wang Baiqi, who was in his early fifties and had previously worked at the county's state-owned forest farm. Fang Guisheng knew him well.

In addition to Wang Baiqi, Fang Guisheng hired three more workers, who, like Zhang Xiaoqiang before them, mainly did odd jobs such as weeding, fertilizing, spraying pesticides, and irrigating. Of course, they also delivered potted plants. For this purpose, Fang Qingye bought a new three-wheeled vehicle for the nursery.

We are currently short of an office staff member, primarily for cashier duties. Fang Qingye is currently also serving as the company's cashier.

There's no need to hire a new accountant; the county has professional accountants who specialize in doing the books for small companies. They don't need to be in the office; they just come in a few days each month and everything is done.

This afternoon at lunch, at the small dining table in front of the makeshift house, Grandpa brought up this matter.

“Xiao Ye, your aunt came to me the other day and said that her eldest son’s wife is currently at home with nothing to do and wants to come to the nursery to work. I thought I’d give her the bookkeeping job.”

Fang Qingye was surprised: "My aunt? When did I have an aunt?"

“She’s from a distant relative, the daughter of Third Uncle’s cousin, named Yang Shuli. You met her when you were little,” Grandma interjected.

"Oh, her son's wife, should I call her sister-in-law? She studied accounting?" Fang Qingye asked.

"No, he only went to junior high school. He worked at a supermarket, but he found it too tiring, so he quit and went home," Grandma explained.

Fang Qingye frowned immediately after hearing this.

This kind of person is a cashier?! And they also have to do office work.

Don't secretly set up a slush fund!
However, Fang Qingye couldn't say this directly to her grandfather, since he was a distant relative, and saying it directly would be disrespectful to her grandfather.

He thought for a moment and said, "The job of cashier is very important. I think it's better to find someone who has studied accounting to do it. As for my sister-in-law, if she wants to work, I can help her find a job in another company."

"What job?"

"I wonder if she'll be willing to work as a general laborer in the workshop?" Fang Qingye said.

"Forget it, your sister-in-law can't handle this hardship," Grandma Jin Guilian said.

"Well, there's nothing I can do about that then." Fang Qingye said, then lowered her head and started eating.

After hearing what Fang Qingye said, Fang Guisheng glared at her, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Jin Guilian's gaze.

After Fang Qingye finished eating and left, Jin Guilian said, "Old man, what were you about to say again?" "Little Ye is showing no mercy to her family," Fang Guisheng said, sounding somewhat angry. "The cashier just keeps accounts. Back then, it was just the two of us, and you kept the accounts just fine! You only have a primary school education!"

“We used to be sole proprietors! Now they’re a company!” Jin Guilian retorted without holding back. “Also, old man, don’t try to stuff all your random relatives into the nursery! I’ve already spoken to my relatives here. My Xiao Ye’s company is small and doesn’t need anyone!”

"If you're afraid of offending Yang Shuli, just tell her, 'I disagree! This old woman isn't afraid of offending anyone!'"

Seeing his wife's expression, Fang Guisheng stopped insisting on his opinion and finally sighed, saying, "I reckon that all sorts of relatives will come to the nursery looking for work."

"I don't care! No matter whose relatives they are, I won't let them come! I, this old woman, will deal with this wicked person! So many things have been ruined by these aunts and uncles!" Jin Guilian's attitude was very firm.

"Okay, I'll do as you say!"

Back home, Fang Qingye was also thinking about this.

Actually, he didn't completely object to having relatives work at the nursery. He didn't intend to make money from the company he started; he just wanted to break even. His main goal was to make his grandparents happy and comfortable.

This distant sister-in-law is just too unreliable.

It seemed he needed to hire an accountant quickly, so he turned on his computer and posted a job ad on the Nanxin Tieba forum.

A flower and seedling company urgently needs a cashier. Applicants should have at least a vocational school diploma, majoring in accounting or finance. Those with accounting experience are preferred. Salary is negotiable. Interested parties should contact Mr. Fang at 138XXXXX.

Of course, they wouldn't forget to post recruitment advertisements at the entrance of the nursery.

Fang Qingye posted a job advertisement, and within just three days, someone came to apply.

It rained today. Fang Qingye had originally planned to go fishing, but seeing the continuous autumn rain outside, she temporarily gave up on that idea and stayed home to play World of Warcraft instead of going to the nursery.

Around noon, her phone rang. It was her grandfather calling, and Fang Qingye assumed he was inviting her over for lunch.

It was raining so hard outside that Fang Qingye was too lazy to go over, so she was about to answer the phone to decline when she heard her grandfather say on the phone, "Xiao Ye, someone has come to apply for a cashier position. Come and take a look."

Fang Qingye wouldn't bother with hiring other workers, but she had to pay attention to the finance staff, so she agreed, turned off her computer, went downstairs, got into her car, and headed straight for the nursery.

The car was parked outside the nursery. Fang Qingye went inside with an umbrella and saw a thin, middle-aged man in his forties chatting with her grandfather in the makeshift house.

The first thing Fang Qingye noticed about the man was that he was gloomy, wearing glasses, with a stubble beard, and somewhat unkempt.

"This is my grandson, Fang Qingye, the company's general manager. He's in charge," Fang Guisheng introduced. The man quickly stood up, took two steps forward, and said, "Hello, Mr. Fang, my name is Wu Zeyuan. I'm here to apply for the cashier position."

Fang Qingye then noticed that his left leg was slightly lame when he walked.

Disabled person?
"Have a seat first," Fang Qingye said, sitting down on the small stool next to her. "Have you ever worked in finance?"

“I’ve done it before. I used to be an accountant at the county oil factory. I have an accounting certificate.” The man quickly pulled several documents from his slightly peeling faux leather briefcase.

"This is my accounting certificate, my work ID from when I worked at the county oil factory, and my graduation certificate."

Fang Qingye curiously took the somewhat worn red booklet from him, opened it, and saw that it read "Jinghai Commercial School, Certificate Registration (85) No. 112".

Vocational school students in the 80s!

(End of this chapter)