Old Mrs. Guo was frightened by Secretary Han's tone.
"No, the day before yesterday, didn't you say—"
"What did I say? How could I possibly have that kind of power to arrange permanent jobs for you?"
"..."
Old Madam was completely dumbfounded. Such a high-ranking official—how could he go back on his word?
All that could be said was that Old Madam had lived long enough and seen enough of the world, but her level was too low.
Secretary Han had been Guo Huai's colleague before Guo Huai died, perhaps even a good friend, so he had offered an idea, telling them to take a swing whether there were dates on the tree or not. But how could they sell him out?
However, Lu Zhizhang took the receiver back.
"Hello, Secretary Han, you know these two children? Permanent jobs are difficult to arrange. Even the children of unit leaders are lining up for them now. But temporary work might be possible, with a monthly wage of fifty or sixty yuan.
All right, all right, sorry about that! Seven or eight people suddenly showed up today, all dressed in sackcloth and mourning, and they completely threw us into confusion."
After hanging up the phone, Lu Zhizhang said to Old Mrs. Guo, "For Secretary Han's sake, we can arrange some work for Guo Jiazhuang, who is nominally sixteen. The work isn't too tiring, and it pays fifty or sixty yuan a month.
If you're willing, he can stay. If not, go back and ask Secretary Han to think of another way for you."
The moment Old Madam brought up Secretary Han's name, she had also put Lu Zhizhang on the spot. If he simply drove them away, Secretary Han might later think his name carried no weight and resent Lu Zhizhang for