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Wang Jiefang's contributions to history, however small, had indeed made an impact. Not long after he and Xu Yunlong finished drinking, news broke that the country was opening its markets!
"What? You want to resign? Why? Isn't everything going well here?" Director Zheng looked at Wang Jiefang and Sun Yiwei in surprise.
"Director Zheng, the country has opened its markets now. I want to resign and open a restaurant!" Wang Jiefang replied earnestly. "You don't need to worry about the kitchen after I leave; the current staff are quite skilled! I believe they can manage just fine!"
Wang Jiefang expressed his true thoughts without hesitation.
Director Zheng thought to himself, "Am I worried about the kitchen? I'm reluctant to let you go! With you here, I can indirectly connect with your leadership. Sigh!" He realized that his small street office might not be able to keep someone as talented as Wang Jiefang, who had been a national banquet chef for several years. He should be content with that!
Indeed, Wang Jiefang's culinary skills had improved over the years, and he had been invited to prepare several national banquets. It was no exaggeration to call him a national banquet chef!
"Alright, since you've made up your mind to leave, I won't stop you. But it will be hard to enjoy your cooking again!" Director Zheng sighed while processing Wang Jiefang's resignation.
Wang Jiefang chuckled, "Director, it might be hard for others to enjoy my cooking, but as my former leader, if you want a meal, it’s just a word away! I'll give you a VIP card for an 80% discount at my restaurant. How does that sound?"
"Haha, since you put it that way, I won’t hold back!" Director Zheng was unaware of how sought-after that discount card would become in the future. He felt he had saved face in front of his superiors.
At that moment, Yan Bugui had also retired. Seeing that Wang Jiefang hadn’t left for work yet at this hour, he curiously asked, "Xiao Wang, why aren’t you at work yet? Did you take a day off?"
"What day off? Uncle Yan, my wife and I both resigned! We don’t have to go back anymore!" Wang Jiefang replied casually.
Since the people in the courtyard would find out sooner or later, he decided to openly share his resignation with Yan Bugui.
"What!? You and your wife both resigned? Are you out of your mind, Xiao Wang!" Yan Bugui exclaimed. "You and Yiwei were doing so well together! How could you just quit like that? Even if you didn’t want to continue working, those two positions could sell for over a thousand yuan!"
"Oh dear, you're really wasting money!"
Yan Bugui's loud outburst caught the attention of others in the courtyard. Before long, news of Wang Jiefang's resignation spread throughout the compound!
Wang Jiefang remained noncommittal about Yan Bugui's suggestion of selling positions; surely he knew how much his and his wife's roles could fetch?
Knowing that a large number of educated youth have returned to Kyoto, they are all waiting to be assigned work. If they found out that Wang Jiefang was selling two positions at the street office here, even at a price of one thousand yuan each, there would be plenty of people eager to buy!
In fact, Wang Jiefang had already secretly sold the spots to Director Zheng for fifteen hundred yuan each. To avoid trouble, he claimed he had resigned!
Old Yan nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right. Wang Jiefang is truly wasteful. That's at least fifteen hundred yuan! He actually said he didn't want it!"
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