A young man from another world returned to his hometown.

Chapter 5 Rural Construction Teams and Recruitment Disputes

Lin Yan called her cousin over and began to speak.

"Brother Yecheng, could you help me keep track of the building construction? Find a construction team and have them carry out the work according to Mixue's instructions."

Lin Yecheng pondered for a moment, then slowly smiled.

"Hey, why would we need to ask anyone else? My second uncle, third uncle, and other uncles with the same surname have been working on construction sites for decades. They're all capable. The houses in our village were all built with the help of the villagers themselves."

"Then it's up to you. Pay them according to the city's standards; we can't let them suffer losses."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yecheng perked up completely.

"Okay, I'll take care of it!"

"Remember to follow the instructions of the designer sent from Mixue headquarters!"

After handing over the building construction, the next step was to recruit people.

Mixue Ice Cream needs staff for its opening, and the training takes time, so we need to send them over as soon as possible.

Lin Yan originally intended to make the decision directly.

"Let's hire a few first, and the salary will be based on the Pang Donglai model, with a basic salary plus a share of the profits."

Upon hearing this, my cousin jumped up and quickly pulled my older cousin over.

"Basic salary plus commission? Wait a minute!"

"Ayan, tell me, how much salary do you envision someone earning?"

Lin Yan stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

It's obvious that these rural shops don't have many customers.

To put it bluntly, this is essentially a private bar just for him and Syl.

Since there's not much business, the so-called profit sharing is naturally not much money.

Lin Yan pondered that to reassure people and keep them as his personal beverage chefs, he needed to pay them enough. Moreover, he planned to open more stores in the future, so hiring more people now and training more skilled workers would allow him to quickly build his own core team and expand rapidly when he entered other industries.

"I've thought about it. Let's set the basic monthly salary for each person at eight thousand."

Lin Yecheng's smile froze instantly, and he almost choked on his breath.

My cousin suddenly raised her voice even higher.

"How many?"

"Eight thousand."

Lin Yan blinked, feeling that this number was already quite restrained.

"What's wrong? You think it's too low? Nine thousand is fine too, let's round it up to ten thousand..."

"Lin Yan! Did you get your brain caught in a door while you were working outside?!"

My cousin slammed her hand on the table, making the cups bounce, displaying the typical demeanor of a rural older sister disciplining her spendthrift younger brother.

"Eight thousand? Nine thousand or ten thousand?! Go ask around in the county town! How much do college and graduate students earn a month after graduation? Three or four thousand at most! How much are you offering us country bumpkins?"

My cousin was so anxious she kept slapping her thigh, pointing to the farmland outside the yard: "You hire a few people here to make milk tea, and you're offering them a basic salary of 8,000?! Do you know that you can't even save 8,000 yuan a year farming?!"

"That's right, Ah Yan!"

His cousin, Lin Yecheng, also got anxious and quickly came over to persuade him earnestly.

"Even if you've made a fortune, you can't just throw money around like that! If you charge eight thousand a month, believe me, the whole town will be camped out at our doorstep tomorrow!"

"This isn't hiring employees! You're recruiting suicide bombers!"

My cousin took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

"Ayan, I don't care how much money you make outside, but since you've handed this shop over to me, you don't need to worry about this anymore! Just listen to me."

Faced with their combined, furious opposition, Lin Yan rubbed his temples in exasperation. He turned to look at his elven wife, Syl, who was sitting beside him, listening to their argument with a look of utter curiosity.

When Xier saw Lin Yan looking over, she tilted her head and immediately imagined something, nodding slightly with a look of sudden realization.

Lin Yan's lips twitched, and he quickly squeezed her hand under the table, signaling her not to act impulsively.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you, alright?"

Lin Yan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Fine, fine, you guys do it then. I can't be bothered with it."

As long as I have milk tea, that's fine with me, Lin Yan thought to herself.

That evening, Lin Yecheng brought several boxes of wheat juice and invited a few of his friends over for dinner.

News travels faster in rural areas than ever before, without the need for the internet.

The next morning, the area outside Uncle Fang's house was crowded with people.

Lin Yecheng had originally planned to have someone come over at noon to allow more time for preparation.

Before seven o'clock, there were already seven or eight people standing in front of the door, and by nine o'clock, a huge crowd had gathered.

Once the money is involved, the politeness between neighbors who were once familiar with each other vanishes.

Those in front wouldn't give way, while those behind pushed their way in. Someone recognized the person next to them and started publicly revealing each other's embarrassing pasts. As their voices rose, others joined in, and they started arguing in no time, making the scene increasingly chaotic.

Lin Yan was a little dazed in the house.

He was used to spending money like water in the other world, rewarding soldiers and providing relief to orphans, always carrying out boxes of gold coins.

He turned to his cousin and said.

"How about this, since everyone is so enthusiastic, let's recruit a few more people, and everyone can come."

Lin Yecheng grabbed his wrist.

"You stand still."

His voice was low, but his tone was unusually serious.

"Ayan, listen to me, this is my problem. I only told a few friends in the village with the same surname that the monthly salary was 3,000 yuan, with five social insurances and one housing fund. I didn't expect so many people to come. If I open up and hire more people today, people will come and make trouble tomorrow, saying why can those people get in but they can't? The day after tomorrow, people will say we're up to something. There will be even more gossip. Once this door is opened, there will be no end to it."

Lin Yan paused for a moment.

"The countryside is different. In the city, if a boss pays a lot or a little, the employees will at most complain a few times behind his back. But in the countryside, this person is your cousin, that person is your maternal cousin, and the person behind him is your childhood friend. Relationships are intertwined. If you give an opportunity to this person and not that person, people will remember it for decades to come."

The commotion outside the courtyard grew louder and louder; someone started banging on the door, and the sounds came in waves.

Some people behind, unaware of the situation, assumed someone had cut in line and joined in the commotion.

"Are you kidding me? I got here before you!"

"What's the use of you arriving early? They're looking for someone with experience!"

"Who are you calling inexperienced?!"

Lin Yecheng slipped out through the back door, took a longer route on his motorcycle, and returned to the village.

Not long after, a few motorcycles arrived carrying several people.

They were all elderly people, senior members of the village. The leader, Uncle De, was over ninety years old and slowly got off the bus, leaning on a cane.

"We're all family, what are you trying to achieve by arguing like this?"

The cane tapped on the ground, and the crowd immediately quieted down.

"Our families all migrated here together decades ago. It's a good thing that there's work to be done and young people want to come. But we need to have rules, and we need to stick together when we're out. Why should family members fight over each other?"

The old man glanced at the men knocking on the door, his tone turning somber.

"Yanzai is doing business to give everyone a way to make a living. We're all from the same village, what is this? Dogs fighting over a bone? If your grandfathers saw this, where would they put their faces?"

Those who were called out immediately shrank back.

Several elderly people nearby chimed in, each contributing their own comment.