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

Chapter 750 Fang Qingye's distant cousin is coming to work as a temporary worker at the bank.
Fang Qingye and Liu Shuai were still chatting in the corridor in front of the waiting room.

"I wonder what Li Ye from Aba Prefecture would think if he knew Zhang Dongwen was like this today?" Liu Shuai suddenly sighed. "Actually, I can sense that Li Ye still cares about her."

Fang Qingye didn't respond; he didn't know what to say.

"Forget it, let's not talk about that." Liu Shuai changed the subject, looking at Fang Qingye, "Hey, aren't you planning to report that Goldman Sachs case to the Municipal Banking Regulatory Bureau?"

"It's been resolved through negotiation, so I won't cause you any more trouble," Fang Qingye said with a smile.

“Alright. You have no idea, we’ve been investigating off-balance-sheet business at various banks lately, and what we’ve found is shocking! Some of the problems are much more serious than what’s happening at your Jinghai Bank. We’re so busy we barely have time to breathe.” Liu Shuai shook his head.

"You've worked hard. Serving the people is truly not easy," Fang Qingye said half-jokingly.

Liu Shuai also smiled wryly, then suddenly remembered something and lowered his voice: "Sigh... our class reunion will be one less person from now on."

"A philosopher once said: Life is a process of constant subtraction. At the beginning of the journey, the carriage is bustling; but when you reach the end, you find that most people have already gotten off. Maturity is watching the people around you leave one by one." Fang Qingye suddenly uttered these words while gazing into the distance.

"Hmm, that makes sense... Wait, which philosopher said that? I've never heard of him before," Liu Shuai asked, puzzled.

"I."

Liu Shuai was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Alright, that's enough for now. I have to go back to Nanxin. Let's get together again when we have time." Fang Qingye waved to him and turned to leave.

"Okay, I'll come to your nursery for tea another day."

"welcome……"

Fang Qingye stayed an extra night in Shanghai before setting off back to Nanxin early the next morning. Now that he was out, he wanted to spend some time with his wife and children.

Just before he was about to leave work in the afternoon, he suddenly received a call from his mother, Zhang Meili: "Xiao Ye, come home for dinner today. Mom has made some delicious dishes."

The sun comes out in the west?

Since Mom retired and Dad stepped down from his job, the elderly couple has completely let loose. Since their grandson is being taken care of by his in-laws, they're happy to relax. They often go on trips, and when they come back, they just make do with whatever they can cook, or sometimes they don't cook at all. They just eat some fruit, drink some milk and oatmeal, and call it "health preservation."

Today he actually cooked for himself and even said it was "good food"?
"Mom, is something wrong?" Fang Qingye asked tentatively.

"Why are you being so hesitant about coming back for a meal? We'll talk about it when you get back!" The tone on the other end of the phone suddenly became unfriendly.

"Okay, I'll be back after get off work."

After get off work, Fang Qingye took a car back to her parents' apartment complex, went upstairs in the elevator, and entered the living room. Sure enough, several dishes were already laid out on the dining table. Upon closer inspection—

Good guy...

Stir-fried tomatoes and eggs, stir-fried shredded pork with garlic sprouts, smashed cucumber, and a bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup.

Is this what they call "good food"?
But then I thought about it again, and my mom did her best with her cooking skills.

"Mom, where's Dad?" Fang Qingye washed her hands and sat down at the table.

His mother served him a bowl of rice: "He went to the Children's Palace to play Go with a bunch of old men. I don't know when he'll be back. Don't wait for him."

After retiring from his job, my dad became obsessed with Go, saying he was rekindling a hobby he had enjoyed in his youth. He had neglected it for many years due to work, but now he has time to pick it up again, so he often goes out to play Go.

But Fang Qingye always felt that his skill level wasn't very good.

While eating, Fang Qingye asked again, "Mom, what's wrong?" "Qingye, do you remember your distant cousin named Chen Yu?" Zhang Meili asked.

"Chen Yu...is he your little cousin's son?" Fang Qingye recalled. "He seems to be a few years younger than me. I heard he went to a third-tier university and then went to work in Shenzhen?"

He had some impression of Chen Yu because his mother and her younger cousin had a good relationship and the two families would visit each other occasionally.

"Yes, he studied tourism management. His mother called him back a while ago, saying he wasn't making much money in Shenzhen and his marriage prospects were still uncertain."

"Oh……"

“Your aunt came to see me at noon today and asked if I could arrange a job for Chen Yu since you are the bank manager. I didn’t agree at first, but she kept begging me, saying that she only has one son and she couldn’t bear to see him suffer outside…” Zhang Meili said helplessly.

"Working in a bank isn't tough?" Fang Qingye chuckled. "Besides, these days you need a relevant major to get into our bank, and you have to take an exam. We don't hire tourism management majors at all."

“That’s what I told her too, but she kept begging me, saying that temporary work would be fine… Xiao Ye, I’ve never asked you for a job before, this is the first time,” Zhang Meili emphasized.

This is indeed the first time. It seems my mom and her little cousin have a really deep relationship.

Fang Qingye pondered for a moment and said, "How about this, we have a temporary account manager position. The main job is to go out and market loans and QR codes."

“The heavier our microloan targets are now, the more limited big data risk control becomes. We need some door-to-door sales and loan marketing personnel,” Fang Qingye explained.

"Also, you know about marketing QR codes, right? They're the aggregated payment codes printed with WeChat, Alipay, and UnionPay logos that you see in snack shops and fruit stalls. Our job is to persuade merchants to replace their personal payment codes with our bank's merchant codes."

“You need to make it clear to them that this job is very hard, you have to go from street to street, in the sun and rain... The salary isn’t high either, the basic salary is a little over 2000, and if you include performance bonuses, it’ll be at most around 4000 a month. If they’re willing, they can come to me; if not, then forget it,” Fang Qingye said in the end.

"Okay, I'll talk to them."

Two days later, Fang Qingye met her distant cousin in her office.

It was a hot day. Chen Yu, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was thin and wore a slightly thin white shirt, his shoulders and back damp with sweat. The shirt was tucked into his black trousers, and the marks of his belt were visible at the waistband. His black leather shoes were covered in a layer of dust, with dried mud stains clinging to the seams between the uppers and soles.

"Cousin...President Fang." Chen Yu looked at Fang Qingye sitting behind the large desk, his tone warm but also reserved.

"Chen Yu, have a seat," Fang Qingye said, then had her secretary, Hu Lingling, pour him a cup of tea. "My mother should have told you everything, right?"

"I told you, I told you," Chen Yu nodded quickly.

“Alright… Hu Lingling,” Fang Qingye turned to her secretary, “Take him to Director Liu of the business hall. I’ve already arranged his position.”

"Okay. Chen Yu, please come with me."

"Well... President Fang, I'll go down first?" Chen Yu quickly stood up.

Fang Qingye nodded.

Once Chen Yu was settled, he stopped worrying about it. He had also spoken to Director Liu of the business hall: use it as usual, no special treatment needed.

The weather is getting hotter day by day, and before we know it, it's early June. The plum rain season is approaching, and the afternoons are even more sultry and unbearable.

That afternoon, Fang Qingye returned to her workplace after a meeting in the county. Yue Kai was driving slowly through the commercial street when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure wearing a dark blue uniform similar to that of Jinghai Bank walking out of a clothing store on his right.

It's Chen Yu.

"Yue Kai, slow down," Fang Qingye said.

(End of this chapter)