Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1293 - 633 Golden Work_4

Lin Haihu was quite annoyed. After hemming and hawing for an age, upon realizing Zhang Kun was steadfast, he said, "My cousin, that’s Boss Yan Fei, he just called the bank to buy gold, to distribute gold ’rice bowls’ at work... Would you say that counts as news, or not? How about two hundred... a hundred bucks okay? If you don’t even give me a hundred, I’m not calling again, okay?"

"A hundred, then a hundred it is, but I’ll go when you distribute them, and take some photos on-site. Sound good?" Zhang Kun couldn’t afford to offend the cousin of Boss Yan. Luckily, a hundred bucks wasn’t too much, so he agreed.

It’s always these nepotistic relationships that give people the most headaches. If this kid is unsatisfied, missing out on a few reports is the least of his problems—the real worry is his potential to cause trouble. Some people might not be great at succeeding, but their capacity for mischief... that’s another story.

Even without mischief, considering Lin Haihu’s greedy nature, he’d definitely look for ways to earn more from such leads. If he started sending tips to other journalists and this happened a few times, the boss would likely have words to say: "Xiao Zhang, haven’t all reports from Sancha River been your responsibility? Why are others getting the news before you? What does this say about your capabilities?"

So, sometimes you have to pay up if it’s called for, besides, this piece of news was decent enough—it wasn’t as good as when we ’just happened’ to run into the department folks last time, but in an era ruled by economics, a private enterprise offering golden ’rice bowls’ as end-of-year benefits is not only eye-catching but also carries political weight. A hundred is just a hundred!

Just as Lin Haihu was about to leave gleefully with his hundred bucks in hand, he stopped at the door, hesitating for a moment with a shadow passing over his face.

Then, glaring fiercely ahead as if harboring deep hatred for the door, he fiercely twisted his thigh a few times, grimacing in pain, and then after much rubbing, he finally left—not wanting to show his cards, lest the word got out at home about his earnings and he couldn’t keep the money.

Little did he expect, as he walked with a pained expression beside Yan Fei, Yan slapped him on the leg and handed him a bowl, indicating, "Go, wash the bowl and take it to the kitchen!"

"Don’t you have legs and hands of your own!" Lin Haihu erupted, angry at how his cousin was treating him—not only was he not getting any gold, but he was also being bossed to wash dishes. Worse still, that random slap landed right where he had just twisted, hurting like hell.

Yan Fei, unfazed by his attitude, muttered two words under his breath: "News, a hundred bucks."

Nothing embodies guilt like Lin Haihu’s reaction, immediately turning eager to please, amidst the surprised looks of others, he grabbed Yan Fei’s bowl and dashed to the kitchen...

At that moment, Director Yao was also hurrying home. The local Credit Cooperative didn’t even have a decent car, so he had to take a taxi to the meeting. But this trip home wouldn’t require a taxi—having reported the news about Boss Yan’s gold purchase to his superiors, the ordinarily genial leaders were so intrigued they instantly stopped drinking and instructed him to follow up immediately, even offering him the use of an official car.

Nevertheless, the Credit Cooperative in his village wasn’t likely to finalize this gold deal, and soon Director Yao would have to report to the county about Boss Yan’s requirements.

Yet, Director Yao felt truly gratified—if he kept this up, perhaps he’d land an official car for himself next year!

Thinking about his improving fortunes over the past couple of years, Director Yao felt as if he was truly experiencing a way out after being in the dark.

He still remembered the first time he officially met Yan Fei—right at the village entrance on the east side of the town, in Pang Fa’s newly opened oil shop. Who could have imagined that the unremarkable young man back then could now be buying gold by the catty?

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