The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 687 Liu Qiang's son goes to work at Yuzheng Group

night.

Yan family villa.

When Yan Bei came back, he saw Yan Jiangshan sitting on the sofa in the living room.

He walked towards Yan Jiangshan.

"Dad, did you give the money to Uncle Liu?"

Yan Jiangshan nodded and said, "I have already given it to you. But Dad still has something to ask of you."

"Dad, just tell me what's going on!"

"I promised Lao Liu to find a job for his son. I want you to arrange a job for him at Yuzheng Group."

"Dad, Yuzheng Group has very strict requirements for its employees. What will he do?" Yan Bei said.

Yan Jiangshan curled his lips and said, "It doesn't matter what he will do. Dad just feels sorry for them, so he arranged a job for his son at Yuzheng Group. It's a piece of cake for us, but it's very important to them."

Yan Bei hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay then! I promise you."

"Yeah, I've already told him to go to work tomorrow."

"it is good!"

"..."

Another day.

Yan Jiangshan went to Yuzheng Group and arrived there at exactly nine o'clock. He saw Liu Xinghui already waiting for him at the door of Yuzheng Group.

I didn't expect that he would actually come.

Yan Jiangshan signaled the driver to pull over and stop the car.

Then he got out of the car.

Walked towards Liu Xinghui.

"Xinghui, you're here."

Liu Xinghui glanced at Yan Jiangshan and said nothing more.

Yan Jiangshan continued, "Let's go in!"

Liu Xinghui followed Yan Jiangshan in.

Seeing the grandeur of Yuzheng Group, his eyes widened. He had heard of Yuzheng Group, but he had never had the opportunity to work there, as he had no education or background. Seeing the company for the first time today, he was even a little excited.

Liu Xinghui followed Yan Jiangshan into the hall and heard someone greet Yan Jiangshan.

"Hello, Chairman."

Liu Xinghui finally realized that Yan Jiangshan was the chairman of Yuzheng Group. So, Yuzheng Group belonged to Yan Jiangshan. He had seen that Yan Jiangshan was doing well, but he hadn't expected him to do so well. Thinking of his own father being imprisoned for twenty years because of Yan Jiangshan's injustice, while Yan Jiangshang was living such a good life, his hostility towards Yan Jiangshan instantly grew.

Yan Jiangshan took Liu Xinghui to Yan Bei's office.

"Xiaobei, let me introduce you. This is your Uncle Liu's son, Liu Xinghui."

Yan Bei looked at Liu Xinghui, nodded, and then asked, "What are you interested in working on? I can arrange a job that suits you."

Liu Xinghui curled his lips and said, "Whatever you want. I only do manual labor outside. I've never done this kind of office work."

Yan Bei narrowed his eyes and for a moment he really didn't know which position was suitable for Liu Xinghui.

"Okay, I'll think about it and arrange it for you."

Yan Jiangshan said, "Xiaobei, I'll leave this matter to you. I'll go back first."

"Okay, Dad!"

After Yan Jiangshan left, Yan Bei looked at Liu Xinghui and said, "Please sit down and wait for a while. I'll make a call."

Yan Bei called the Human Resources Department and asked which department was in greatest need of staff.

Liu Xinghui sat down, looked at Yan Bei's outfit, and then looked at his own clothes that he had worn for a long time.

He was very uneasy. If it weren't for his father, the Yan family wouldn't be where they are today.

……

After a while.

Yan Bei looked at Liu Xinghui and said, "From today on, you will go to the network technology department. If you don't know how to do it, you can learn. I will arrange for someone to teach you."

Liu Xinghui did not respond.

"I'll have someone take you there now."

As he said that, Yan Bei called Yang Jian over.

"Mr. Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Bei said, "Take him to the network technology department."

"Okay, Mr. Yan."

Yang Jian took Liu Xinghui to the network technology department.

After a while, Yang Jian returned to Yan Bei's office.

"Master Yan, I have brought the person back and made all the arrangements. But Master Yan, this person seems to know nothing?"

"You're right, he really doesn't understand anything."

"Mr. Yan, why would you hire someone to work for a company if you don't know anything?"

"He's the son of an old friend of my dad's. It was arranged by my dad."

"I was wondering! So that's how it is!"

"Yeah!" Yan Bei nodded.

……

At the same time, Yan Jiangshan returned to the Yan family villa.

He picked up the phone and called Liu Qiang.

"Old Liu, I've already arranged everything for Xinghui. You can rest assured."

"Ok."

"Old Liu, I know I owe you, and I will slowly make it up to you."

"It's good to know."

Before Yan Jiangshan could say anything else, Liu Qiang on the other end of the phone had already hung up.

He knew that Liu Qiang had not completely forgiven him, but he didn't mind because he knew that this was his fault.

Yan Jiangshan let out a long sigh and prepared to get up.

At this time, the housekeeper Uncle Liu came over.

"Master, tomorrow is the anniversary of Xiaobei's mother's death. Do you still want to choose the flowers this time?" Uncle Liu asked.

Every year on the anniversary of Yan Bei's mother's death, Yan Jiangshan would select the flowers and ask Uncle Liu to buy them. It was the same every year, prepared a day in advance.

Yan Jiangshan may have been busy with these things these days and forgot about this matter. He hasn't mentioned it until today.

Yan Jiangshan suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Oh no! I've been too busy lately and forgot about this."

"Master, if it's the same as last year, I'll go and order it for you now."

Yan Jiangshang paused and said, "Then it will be the same as last year."

"Okay, sir." Uncle Liu agreed.

Uncle Liu asked Yan Jiangshan if he had any other needs. After Yan Jiangshan shook his head, Uncle Liu left.

The bouquet must be prepared before tonight so as not to delay the master and the young master from going to pay their respects tomorrow.

At this time, Yan Jiangshan got up and went to the study.

He thought about it and decided to call Yan Bei to tell him, fearing that Yan Bei was too busy and had forgotten what plans he had for tomorrow.

He picked up the phone and dialed Yan Bei's number.

"Dad, what's the matter?"

"Xiaobei, you haven't forgotten what day tomorrow is, right?"

Yan Bei on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, "I haven't forgotten!"

"That's good, there's nothing else to do, you can go ahead and get busy!"

"Uh-huh."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Bei's face darkened.

Tomorrow is his mother's death anniversary. Every year at this time, he feels particularly heavy-hearted.

This feeling has lasted for twenty years.

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