When the steamed buns were served, my mind moved, and there were already thousands of tears.

A luxurious wooden chair with an ancient charm stood quietly in the middle of the attic. The slanted sunlight in the spring afternoon poured in from the small window, casting a hazy and dim light and shadow on the chair, making it look...

Full of a solid and thick touch.

In Wang Jian's words, this feeling is a kind of "precipitation of love solidified by time." Although this statement is too literary and artistic, in fact there is no description that can be compared to Wang Jian's simple sentence.

Closer to the facts.

Two people, who combined were over a hundred years old, stood at the door of the attic, quietly looking at this old armchair bathed in orange sunlight. The picture was full of the tranquility and serenity of the silent films of the 1930s.

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The chair's originally incomplete legs were now securely connected to the long-separated torso, and it seemed that a vague shadow could be seen that resembled the embrace of two people.

"This steamed bun is good." Wang Jian ate a big steamed bun in three mouthfuls: "It also smells like milk."

Wang Jian's untimely words suddenly woke up the two brothers who were immersed in their thoughts. They wiped the dried tears on their faces with their hands and licked their noses that were blocked due to sudden tears. Just like their brother many, many years ago.

Just like when I took my younger brother to watch the shadow puppet show on the old street, we walked hand in hand to the chair that carried many emotions that Wang Jian didn't understand, and rubbed it carefully.

"You can't move it now. You have to wait at least three days. After it has completely solidified, as long as you don't hit it with a hammer, it will basically be fine."

The old man's eyes were red behind his glasses. He looked back at Wang Jian, who was devouring a plate of white steamed buns, and asked in a rustling voice: "How did you do that?"

Wang Jian swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth in three mouthfuls. He choked and rolled his eyes because he was in a hurry to speak. He waited for a long time before saying: "This is how my father taught me. How do I know how I did it? This thing has probably been lost long ago.

, It turns out that in addition to this, there are four other types of repairs: porcelain repair, silk repair, tablet repair, and tooth filling, which are all small skills that cannot be put on the table."

"Little craftsmanship..." The old man who was nostalgic about the past was amused by Wang Jian: "Your little craftsmanship has deceived me for at least twenty years. Can you give me a price?"

As soon as Wang Jian heard about the payment, he immediately became energetic. He took out his broken mobile phone from his pocket and started to calculate with a calculator. While doing so, he muttered:

"I said I'd give you a 20% discount. Let me do the math. The labor cost, material cost, and craftsmanship fee add up to one thousand, plus the 20% expedited fee, it's one thousand two thousand. I'll give you one thousand two percent.

20% off, that’s 960. I ate you five steamed buns. These buns are big. One steamed bun costs 50 cents, which is 2.5 yuan. A cup of milk costs 15.0 yuan, so the total is 4 yuan. Nine hundred and six minus four.

It's nine hundred and fifty-six yuan. I'll round it up for you and make it nine hundred and five."

The old man and his brother were dumbfounded at the time. They instinctively felt that their ears had misheard, nine hundred and fifty yuan... What was this concept? They had hired a carpenter who was said to be the most authoritative carpenter in China to come here to repair the stool, just to show up.

It cost one hundred thousand, but it was not repaired in the end. Otherwise, the old man would not be in such a hurry to seek medical treatment for this disease. But he was lucky. A blind cat met a dead mouse, and he accidentally encountered it.

If Wang Jian had come one day earlier or one day later, I'm afraid this chair would have become the main reason why he would not rest in peace.

"Only nine hundred and five?" Even the old man and his brother couldn't believe it: "Did you... did you calculate correctly?"

"I'll do the calculation again." Wang Jian did the calculation again sincerely, and then nodded solemnly: "That's right, it's nine hundred and five. I didn't count too much for you. I'm a naive person."

After saying that, Wang Jian also took out his homemade handwritten woodworking repair price list from his pocket. Repairing a wire bed costs one hundred and fifty, repairing furniture is negotiable based on materials, making a complete set of furniture is negotiable based on difficulty and materials, etc., etc.

Operating costs are clear at a glance.

The old man pushed Wang Jian's torn piece of paper away and looked at him with a frown. He wanted to say something but didn't say it for a long time.

"It's too expensive..." Wang Jian was somewhat unhappy: "I gave you a 20% discount, and the material of your chair is so precious. My liver trembled when I was doing it, for fear of damaging it a little bit."

The old man was made to laugh by Wang Jian and patted Wang Jian on the shoulder: "Come down with me and I'll pay you."

"That's great." Wang Jian happily ran down. As he walked, he said to the old man in a negotiating tone: "I still owe you the rent, and I have to buy something, otherwise eating steamed buns all the time will be useless."

It’s just a matter of time. I’ll wait until I find a job before I give it to you together.”

"Do you even know the value of that chair?"

"You told me, 200 million, I've done the math, a pound of banknotes with a face value of 100 is about 50,000 yuan, 100 million is two thousand pounds, two hundred million is four thousand pounds, two tons... in exchange

I can eat enough rice for a year."

When the old man heard that Wang Jian was calculating so carefully, he couldn't help but look at him in surprise: "Then you..."

"Are you saying that my charges are low?" Wang Jian chuckled: "In any business, you have to have principles, right? No matter how expensive things are, they are still yours. What I have done is worth what I know in my heart.

"Yes, I set the price, but it's not your turn to set it. If I'm in a hurry, I'll return the work to you now. If the chair is lame, I'll let it continue to be lame."

"Don't mess with my old bones. I'll listen to you. Just nine hundred and five!"

The old man ouched and begged for mercy. He knew that Wang Jian was an out-and-out fool. He said he was stupid, but he was as smart as a monkey. But let’s call him smart... His values ​​were incompatible with today’s society.

There are too many discrepancies, so when dealing with this guy, it's safer to just brush him off.

Going downstairs, Wang Jian sat on a wicker chair, took out his cigarette and lit one. Suddenly, the smell of high-end cigarettes in the room was filled with an inexplicable smell of inferior tobacco.

The group of high-end people sitting on the sofa were still looking at Wang Jian so eagerly, and Wang Jian was also looking at them with a hint of steamed buns in his mouth, both of them were silent.

After a while, the old man walked out of the inner room, holding a tightly wrapped big red envelope in his hand, and handed it to Wang Jian cheerfully: "It would be vulgar to say thank you."

"No way, it's a business. The chair can't be moved for three days. It will easily tilt if moved."

After saying that, Wang Jian stood up and was about to leave, but after taking only two steps, he was suddenly grabbed by the old man. The old man bypassed the large family, dragged Wang Jian to the balcony, and secretly stuffed him

A piece of paper was handed to Wang Jian: "Have a look."

Wang Jian said oh, slowly opened the paper, and found three large characters "Letter of Recommendation" written in dragon and phoenix fonts on the top, and then wrote a bunch of compliments at the bottom with Wang Jian's name at the end.

The signature is Sun Zhaoguo and Sun Zhao clan.

"This? Recommend me to become a teacher?"

"Just go with this. It's not a good school. It's just a bunch of dandies. But the environment is one of the best in the country."

Wang Jian looked around carefully and discovered to his surprise that the school recommended by these two old guys was actually one of the most gorgeous public-private partnership schools in the country that had a great reputation and claimed that it did not require non-graduate students or above. Calling it a public-private partnership was actually just a cover.

In fact, the essence is that an overseas education group acquired a suburban school that could no longer recruit students but covered an extremely large area. It also faced bankruptcy a few years ago. However, it caught up with good policies and the rapid expansion of the city.

In just a few years, the former Pheasant School has become one of the most prestigious schools in the country.

As the old man said, the reason why this school has become a famous school is not because of how many top picks it can produce or how many academic awards it can win every year. It is purely because of its strong financial support and its successful launch of the so-called "noble school".

The sign makes those rich people who "only choose the expensive ones and not the right ones" flock to them. They feel that if they don't throw their children in, they will be sorry for the pocket of steel in their pockets.

Wang Jian was concerned about this abnormal school with a tuition fee of 300,000 yuan per semester. Among other things, the teacher's salary was Wang Jian's dream. In one month, an ordinary teacher could earn more than 20,000 yuan.

The head teacher's salary is as high as about 30,000 yuan, not including the year-end bonus and various bonuses.

But Wang Jian, a loser who didn't even get a diploma, how could he be selected by such a school, so he didn't even bother to go for an interview. After all, no matter how thick-skinned a person is, after being ruthlessly rejected, his heart will

It was a big impact.

"Is this enough?"

Wang Jian doubtfully raised the letter of introduction in his hand, his expression looking very strange.

"You'll find out when you go there. Anyway, I promised to help you introduce a job. This is my only ability. They can still give us two brothers some face."

Wang Jian said: "Then I would like to thank you for helping me open the back door."

"It's vulgar to say thank you." The old man sighed: "I've only done this once in my life. I really made an exception for you."

"Then when should I go?"

"Tomorrow morning! I don't need to tell you where to go, right?"

"You can even tell it with your eyes closed."

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