Yang Yong chuckled, "I'm a handyman, I'll do anything."
Ye Tian asked, "Brother Yong, I remember you used to drive big trucks?"
Yang Yong replied, "I was a truck driver, so driving is no problem for me."
Ye Tian nodded, "My brother is quite busy and needs a driver. Brother Yong, would you be willing to be his full-time driver?"
Yang Yong paused, "Is that appropriate?"
Ye Tian smiled, "Of course it's appropriate. You're skilled and reliable. Also, I can have Brother Yong affiliated with Baozhi Company. The monthly salary will be thirty thousand, with five insurances and one fund, and weekends off. If you don't take days off, it will be counted as overtime."
Yang Yong was startled and quickly waved his hands, "Thirty thousand is too much! I only have one day off a month, work twelve hours a day, and I only earn seven or eight thousand a month."
Ye Tian explained, "Brother Yong, Baozhi Company is a major corporation, with a market value of hundreds of billions. Their salaries are naturally high."
Yang Yong seemed a bit flustered, "Xiao Tian, if you pay me such a high salary, will the company cause trouble for you?"
Ye Shaodong laughed, "Little Yong, Xiao Tian is the boss here. Who would dare to cause trouble for him?"
Yang Yong was surprised, "Xiao Tian is the boss?"
Ye Tian affirmed, "So Brother Yong, you can come to work with peace of mind."
The others, hearing Ye Tian arrange a job for Yang Yong, couldn't help but feel envious. Most of them earned seven or eight thousand a month, with only one or two earning over ten thousand, far from the thirty thousand level.
Yang Yong was also delighted. The two of them refilled their glasses and drank three toasts in quick succession.
Next to Yang Yong, a man with a small stature and a mustache chuckled, "Xiao Tian, do you need a driver? Brother Ma here can also drive, and I don't need thirty thousand a month, twenty thousand is fine."
This man was Ma Congxi, Ye Shaodong's second sworn brother. When the Ye family faced trouble, he still owed Ye Shaodong fifty thousand yuan. Ye Shaodong didn't expect him to help, only hoping he would repay the money. However, Ma Congxi's phone calls were unreachable, as if he had vanished from the face of the earth.
Ye Tian glanced at Ma Congxi and said, "Brother Ma, I'm truly sorry, there's only one driver position available."
As he spoke, he raised his wine glass and suddenly asked Ye Shaodong, "Brother, I remember Brother Ma owes you fifty thousand yuan. Has it been repaid?"
Ye Shaodong smiled, "Let's not talk about money."
Ye Tian stated, "So it hasn't been repaid." He then put down his wine glass and fixed his gaze on Ma Congxi.
Ma Congxi looked embarrassed and said, "I remember the fifty thousand yuan, and I will definitely repay it."
Ye Tian continued, "Brother Ma, you borrowed this money at least five years ago? You know, currency depreciates easily these days. How about this, if you repay it to my brother now, with an annual depreciation rate of six percent, you'll owe seventy thousand."
Ma Congxi's face immediately changed, "Seventy thousand? Xiao Tian, I'm sorry, I only have five hundred yuan on me right now."
Ye Tian smiled, "Is that so? No problem. Did you drive here?"
Ma Congxi was startled, "Ye Tian, what do you mean? Are you going to impound my car?"
Ye Tian declared, "When the money is repaid, you can take your car away."
Ma Congxi slammed the table, "Ye, don't push your luck!"
Ye Tian's expression remained unchanged. A person from the next table stood up, it was Li Yuanhu. Li Yuanhu asked, "Brother, what's the matter?"
Ma Congxi, already aware of Li Yuanhu's identity, was instantly shocked.
Ye Tian explained, "Brother Hu, he owes my brother seventy thousand yuan and it seems he doesn't intend to repay it."
Li Yuanhu responded, "Oh, owing money. Leave this to me."
He walked over, patted Ma Congxi's shoulder, and asked with a smile, "Brother, what's your name, and where do you work?"
Cold sweat beaded on Ma Congxi's forehead. He quickly said, "Xiao Tian, why would I not repay the money? I'll transfer it to you right now."
Thus, Ma Congxi obediently transferred seventy thousand yuan into Ye Tian's account. After completing the transfer, he left in shame, unable to stay any longer.
Ye Tian had already consumed ten jin of white wine but remained unfazed. He approached a man in his thirties wearing a black jacket. This man was plump, with a slightly dark complexion, and always wore a smile.
This person was named Xu Baosheng. In the time of crisis, besides Yang Yong, he was another person who was willing to extend a helping hand to Ye Shaodong.