"Chen Yuan, come on, come over here and sit." A group of aunties and uncles waved Chen Yuan over.
Having received his salary for the month, Chen Yuan returned to the village dressed quite smartly, looking full of spirit. To those unaware, he might have been mistaken for a sent-down youth returning from the mountains.
Plus, the company car added to the illusion.
The misunderstanding seemed even more probable.
Chen Yuan was bemused by everyone's enthusiasm until they mentioned needing his help to get jobs at Zhang Xiaomeng's whitening cream factory, at which point he finally grasped the situation.
"Ah Yuan, see if you can get your aunt a job at the whitening cream factory too."
"Once you do, I'll definitely set you up with a good wife." Everyone knew that Chen Yuan had been burnt by a woman before, and now, playing matchmaker seemed like a persuasive tactic to appease him.
Chen Yuan felt a bit embarrassed; even when he was a regional manager, these people weren't this eager.
