Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

"Okay!"

The old man agreed. He looked quite old, but he was very healthy and pedaled the tricycle very fast.

If there were a tricycle race these days, Chen Jianming thinks this old man would probably win.

"Young man, have you found a job since you came back?" the old man asked casually.

"Not yet, I just got back yesterday, how could it be so soon?"

Chen Jianming responded, chatting with the old man while pondering in his mind.

I wonder what the situation is like in those processing plants now. Should we find a chance to get that old bastard Chen Damin in?

In my memory, my third uncle wasn't a good person either; he was involved in framing my parents.

Before his parents left, Chen Damin didn't even glance at them.

It's a shame that my parents took such good care of and supported my third uncle back then; they've raised a complete ingrate.

"That's true. These days, nothing is doing well, and many educated youth are returning to the city, so it's normal that jobs are hard to find."

After listening to the old man chatter about everyday things all the way, an hour later, the tricycle came to a smooth stop at the gate of a factory.

"Uncle, see you again someday."

After getting off the tricycle, paying the fare, and saying goodbye to the tricycle driver, he walked towards the factory.

The processing plant looks quite large, with a spacious area, and there is a big sign in front of the door with five big characters: Jianming Processing Plant!

The factory gate was bustling with people, and business seemed to be booming.

"Young man, who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"

As soon as he reached the factory gate, an old gatekeeper blocked his way.

"Find your factory manager, Chen Damin."

"What's your relationship with Factory Director Chen? What do you need him for?"

The gatekeeper frowned and looked him up and down.

Seeing that his clothes were quite simple, I immediately looked down on him.

"This old man, does he look down on people?"

That makes sense, though. After returning to the city, I was so busy dealing with that bastard Chen Weiguo that I didn't even have time to buy a few decent clothes.

The clothes I'm wearing now are still the same ones from the mountains, washed until they're almost white, and patched in many places.

He didn't bother with small talk and went straight to the point: "He's my third uncle. Just tell him my name is Chen Jianming, and he'll know."

"Alright, wait here for a moment, I'll go in and let them know."

The gatekeeper looked puzzled, clearly somewhat disbelieving.

He left a message, then turned and went into the factory to report.

"Do I need you to report me just to enter my own factory?"

Chen Jianming ignored him and quietly followed the gatekeeper after he went inside.

He was dressed simply, and since there were workers busy loading and unloading trucks all over the factory, they all treated him like one of the workers, and hardly anyone noticed him.

The security guard walked up to an impressive office and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Chen Damin, with a goatee and a somewhat thin build, was dressed in an expensive suit, looking quite respectable. He was sitting comfortably in an office chair with his legs crossed.

He glanced at the newcomer and said, "Old Wang, why aren't you on guard duty? What are you doing in my office?"

"Factory manager, there's a young man outside looking for you. He says he's your nephew, his name is Chen Jianming," the old man outside the door reported truthfully.

"What? This kid's suddenly back! I thought he'd died somewhere in the mountains!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Damin immediately sat up straight, frowned, and looked quite unhappy.

"Factory manager, should we let him in?"

Chen Damin rolled his eyes, put his legs up on the desk again, and waved his hand: "Go back and tell him I'm not here, and send him away."

"Okay!"

The old man outside answered and was about to go out when he turned around and bumped into someone.

"Third Uncle, it's been a long time."

Chen Jianming walked into the house and greeted them.

That old bastard is no good at all. He was right outside the door and heard everything that was going on inside.

Luckily he followed me in, otherwise I probably wouldn't have seen Chen Damin.

"Who let you in?" The old man outside the door frowned.

"What's wrong, Uncle? Can't I go into our factory?" He looked at Chen Damin.

Chen Damin waved his hand awkwardly and scolded, "Old Wang, what are you saying? Don't you have any common sense? Didn't I just tell you to quickly go and invite Jianming in?"

"Factory manager, I..." Old Wang, the gatekeeper, was completely dumbfounded.

You didn't say that just now!

"Go away, don't bother me, go back to your post."

Chen Damin dismissed the gatekeeper, turned around, poured a cup of tea, and handed it to him, saying warmly, "Mingzi, when did you get back? I was wondering why I hadn't heard from you. I was thinking of going to the mountains to see you if necessary."

Chen Jianming took the teacup, plopped down on the sofa next to him, and touched it. It was actually genuine leather!

Chen Damin, that old rascal, really knows how to enjoy life.

"Third Uncle, I just got back yesterday, and I thought I'd come see you first thing."

"It's good that you're back. Your parents can rest easy now. I've been busy at the factory and couldn't get away, otherwise I would have gone to see you in the mountains long ago. Mingzi, you must have suffered a lot in the mountains, right?"

Chen Damin smiled, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

These people are all really good at acting, and they have great potential if they enter the entertainment industry!

Chen Jianming sighed inwardly, then casually asked, "Third Uncle, what's the current situation with our factory?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Damin's face immediately showed a troubled expression, and he sighed, "Alas, the factory is doing poorly right now, operating very difficultly, and it's almost breaking even. Your parents entrusted the factory to me before they passed away, and it's my fault for not managing it well!"

Chen Jianming sneered inwardly. The factory was so busy; how could it look like it was in a slump?

This old bastard really thinks he's a virgin!

He tentatively asked, "Is that so? That must have been hard on you, Uncle. Seeing how troubled you were, now that I'm back, how about..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chen Damin quickly waved his hand and continued, "Mingzi, your parents entrusted the factory director to me before they passed away. That's a sign of their trust in me, and I absolutely cannot let them down. I must lead the factory to a comeback."

"Oh, my poor old brother! Why is your life so miserable? Mingzi, it's not that I don't want to hand over the factory to you, it's just that the situation at the factory is quite complicated right now. You've just come back and don't understand the situation, and your identity isn't quite suitable either."

As Chen Damin spoke, he deliberately wiped the corner of his eye.

"..."

Chen Jianming was speechless.

If he hadn't known what kind of person this old guy was, and hadn't overheard the conversation between the other party and the security guard, he might have actually believed it.

"Third Uncle, I just got back, and I don't even have a job. The factory won't give me one, so where am I supposed to go?"

Chen Damin frowned, looking troubled: "How about this, I'll see if I can find you a job in the factory first, but the factory is full now. How about you start from the bottom? We're short a cleaner right now."

"How about you start doing this, and I'll gradually promote you?"