I'm back in 1990

Chapter 863: Can I ask who it is?

Before we had even finished our meal, the dog in the yard started barking wildly at the gate, and then we heard noises coming from outside the gate.

"Is Peng Xiaohu home?" The voice sounded unfamiliar.

The couple paused for a moment, then Han Zhi stopped the man who was about to get up to open the door: "I'll go, you eat yours."

Then Han Zhi picked up her son from the walker and went out to see who had come.

Han Zhi kicked the barking yellow dog aside and opened the courtyard gate. Two unfamiliar men were standing outside. One of them was carrying a lot of things, and there was a car parked behind him. Although she couldn't see what brand it was, she could tell at a glance that it was a nice car.

"Who are you?" Han Zhi asked, looking puzzled.

Seeing the young woman holding a child, Gao Song guessed that this must be Peng Xiaohu's wife and child, so he smiled and took the initiative to explain his purpose.

"Is this Peng Xiaohu's house? We're from Shanghai. Didn't your Peng Xiaohu save someone at a car accident scene a while ago? We've come to express our gratitude."

Han Zhi knew about this, of course; the man had told her. She nodded, "Yes? How did you know we lived here?"

Gao Song smiled slightly, thinking, "That's too easy!" But he certainly wouldn't say that.

"Could we go in and talk? Look," Gao Song gestured.

"I'm so sorry, please come in, please come in." Han Zhi was a little embarrassed. She had been so busy questioning that she had forgotten to greet the guests. She quickly ushered the two guests into the courtyard.

At this moment, Peng Xiaohu also came out of the house and stood at the door.

Gao Song took the initiative to step forward and greet him: "You must be Mr. Peng Xiaohu! My surname is Gao, and my name is Gao Song. I came from Shanghai on behalf of someone."

Peng Xiaohu had overheard Han Zhi and Gao Song's conversation at the courtyard gate and also saw that the person coming was carrying a lot of things. If he still didn't understand why they were there, then his five years of military service would have been for nothing.

He immediately greeted him, "Comrade Gao, please sit down."

He then explained somewhat apologetically, "The house is a bit messy, so please sit in the courtyard for a while." The living room inside was piled high with wheat that had just been harvested a few days ago, making it difficult to entertain guests.

Gao Song gestured for the driver to place the gifts he had brought on the stone table in the garden, then smiled and said, "Your little courtyard is quite nice. The house must be newly built, right?"

This plot of land was allocated to Peng Xiaohu by the village after he returned from military service. With the help of his parents, he built a two-story house, got married, and started a family there. His parents' old plot of land was given to Peng Xiaohu's older brother, and his parents naturally moved in with their eldest son. This situation is very common in the countryside of Suzhou.

While instructing Han Zhi to boil water for tea, Peng Xiaohu replied to Gao Song, "In the countryside, apart from having a courtyard, nothing else compares to the city."

"Who says so? I think it's quite good." Gao Song praised sincerely.

Looking at the pile of gifts on the table, which were obviously expensive, Peng Xiaohu felt a little embarrassed: "Look, you didn't need to bring anything extra!"

Gao Song smiled and said, "I was entrusted by someone else. The master had something to do and couldn't come to thank you in person, so he asked me to do it."

As they spoke, Han Zhi placed two cups of tea in front of Gao Song and the driver, saying apologetically, "I don't have any good tea, so please make do with this."

After arriving here, Gao Song took a liking to the young couple. Judging from their appearances, they seemed like the honest and down-to-earth type of people. After chatting for a few more minutes, he was pretty sure of it.

He said, "Thank you, this is fine, please have a seat!"

Han Zhi quickly waved her hand: "No, no, you guys chat, I still have to take care of the child."

At this moment, Peng Xiaohu lit two mosquito coils and placed them on the stone table: "There are mosquitoes outside, let's fumigate them."

Gao Song pulled him back: "Alright, stop busying yourself. I'm getting embarrassed. Mr. Peng, please sit down. I need to talk to you about something."

As Peng Xiaohu sat down, he said apologetically, "Just call me by my name. I really don't deserve the title 'sir'." In the Suzhou area, "sir" is a respectful title, usually used to address teachers or people of learning and status.

"Alright, then I'll take the liberty of calling you Little Tiger! Little Tiger, here's the thing: given that you saved Director Huo's life, and considering your character, the master specifically asked me to come and ask for your opinion."

Peng Xiaohu was a little confused. Opinions? What opinions were being sought?

Gao Song found Peng Xiaohu's reaction to be normal. He said slowly, "I've been asked by the family to ask you if you'd like to go to Shanghai. The family is willing to arrange a job for you and your wife, and they'll also help you get your Shanghai residency."

Gao Song's words were so informative that Peng Xiaohu couldn't process them all at once.

He looked at Gao Song in surprise, wondering who the person he had saved was. To thank him, the person offered him both a job and a Shanghai residency permit. A job was fine; any boss would offer one. But a Shanghai residency permit was a precious thing, something that not everyone could afford.

He looked at Gao Song in surprise, wondering who the person he had saved was. To thank him, the person offered him both a job and a Shanghai residency permit. A job was fine; any boss would offer one. But a Shanghai residency permit was a precious thing, something that not everyone could afford.

He was at a loss for what to do, mainly because he didn't know anything about the situation and therefore didn't know how to make a decision.

Gao Song could roughly guess what was going on, so he added, "After you go there, you'll mainly be working as a driver, with a monthly salary of 28000 yuan, before tax, and full social insurance and housing fund contributions. You'll have weekends off every week, and overtime pay will be calculated separately. As for your wife, she'll be assigned to work at Times Supermarket nearby. Her monthly salary will definitely be a little less than yours, but it's guaranteed to be no less than 12000 yuan, and she'll also have full social insurance and housing fund contributions. Oh, and about housing, the company will rent a two-bedroom apartment for you, at 800 yuan a month. It'll be fully furnished and equipped with appliances; you just need to bring some changes of clothes. Of course, you can also buy your own house in Shanghai in the future. The company has its own development projects; you can go and see them yourselves. If you don't have the money on hand, the company can lend you some in advance, and it will be deducted from your salary later."

Peng Xiaohu felt like his head was spinning. What was going on? Who was the person he saved that day? Wasn't it supposed to be someone who owned a furniture factory? How come he's involved in both a supermarket and a real estate company? Just how big of a boss must he be?

He knew a little about the job market in Shanghai. If he were to drive a truck in Shanghai, he could only earn around ten thousand yuan a month at most, and he wouldn't be able to take care of his family. That's why he started driving a transport business.

Running a transport business is okay year-round, but it's really hard work, not to mention all the unexpected things that happen. You might earn tens of thousands a year, but it's all hard-earned money. These days, people are asking for 28000 a month. If you calculate it that way, that's over 300,000 a year, plus the five social insurances and one housing fund. If you add Han Zhi's salary, then I'm speechless.

Peng Xiaohu couldn't believe it. This salary was too extravagant! Who was this person?

Just then, Gao Song said something that made Peng Xiaohu make up his mind.

"Shanghai is a big city after all, so its educational conditions are definitely better than here, right, Xiaohu? Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your child!"

"May I ask who the host is?"