Chapter 287

Qin Huairu, I never imagined you'd be so capable, impressive. The Section Nine director, in front of the workers, raised his thumb at Qin Huairu and scoffed, "You didn't utter a word, went to Factory Director Li, got him to transfer your job—you've got nerve, you really have nerve. What level are you, that you'd go to Factory Director Li? Did Factory Director Li actually agree to transfer your job?"

The raised thumb.

It turned into a flat palm.

Pointing at the entrance of Section Nine.

He transformed into the roaring filial emperor.

If you want to leave, you can leave now, go wherever you like—just can't stay in my Section Nine. My Section Nine is a small temple; it can't hold a great Buddha like you, Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu actually wanted to leave.

The key was that no workshop wanted her.

Her legs were like an old tree rooted deep, firmly planted in the ground.

Qin Huairu, I'll give you one month to find a workshop that wants you; I'll pay your wages for this month in full, not a cent less. After a month, don't stay in my Section Nine.

The other workers of Section Nine.

They all chimed in.

What the director said is right, Qin Huairu, you've brought disaster on us for three years—can't you go wreak havoc in another workshop? Can't you give us a way to survive?

Qin Huairu, go ahead and leave; we also need to support our families. Because of you, I haven't received any ranking bonuses for three years, and my wife holds a grudge against me.

Can't we have a little spine, Qin Huairu? If it were me, I'd rather go to the Cleaning Section to do sanitation than stay here and be despised by the coworkers.

Watching the crowd standing on the high ground, blaming her.

Qin Huairu let out a cold snort in her heart.

What they said sounded better than singing.

Leaving Section Nine.

Going to the Cleaning Section.

So it's not you guys going to clean the toilets.

She made up her mind; she would cling to Section Nine no matter what.

She also felt a bit of regret, regretting that she had just been muddling along for these three years; if she had known Yi Zhonghai would die, why hadn't she improved her skills earlier?

A skill in hand.

She didn't believe these people would embarrass her.

Past cause.

Present result.

The bitter wine she brewed herself, she must gulp it down even if it makes her scalp tight.

Qin Huairu silently walked to her workstation and began fiddling with the machine.

Those people in the workshop also didn't want to cause a fatality over their petty talk, so they wisely shut their mouths.

One afternoon.

Basically, they spent it in this strange atmosphere.

At dusk.

Qin Huairu once again dragged her weary body back to the siheyuan, back to the Jia family, thinking over the threat the workshop director had thrown at her before clocking out.

Starting today, Qin Huairu can still stay in Section Nine for one month; after thirty days, even if she wants to keep clinging to Section Nine, she won't be able to.

The workshop director will hold a Section Nine workers' skills competition thirty days later; the one who ranks last will be driven out by the whole workshop.

Barring any surprises.

Qin Huairu, whose skills have always lagged at the rear, will be forcibly expelled from Section Nine.

Unless Qin Huairu can upgrade her skills within this month, as long as she doesn't hold back the Section Nine workers, those people likely won't make things difficult for her.

Raise her level to a first-class worker within a month, even surpassing that.

Is that possible?

Qin Huairu herself lacks confidence.

She must think of another way.

It's not that she can't go to the cafeteria; if she did, Qin Huairu would earn only nineteen yuan and eighty fen a month, leaving a gap of seven or eight yuan.

That calculation.

Even a fool could figure it out.

She let out a sigh, weakly slumped onto the stool, and got through another day.

Jia Zhangshi brought up the steamed buns and sorghum millet porridge, and also sliced a small plate of pickles.

While greeting Qin Huairu to eat, she also asked whether her work was tiring.

As long as one's eyes aren't blind.

One can see Qin Huairu's face devoid of any will to live.

Most of the people in the siheyuan are workers from the steel mill; Jia Zhangshi heard from them some facts about Qin Huairu being given a hard time, knowing that Qin Huairu's recent days have been terribly difficult.

She placed the chopsticks in front of Qin Huairu.

She slapped her forehead with her hand, as if recalling something.

Look at my brain, I forgot something so important—Huairu, I washed your clothes at noon, and you, when changing clothes, also forgot to take out the things from the dirty clothes; not eating lunch, being hungry is no good, the body must stay healthy.

The meal tickets and money were placed in front of Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu glanced at them.

Not a single one missing.

She suddenly realized that Jia Zhangshi had been acting odd these days; if not for having lived under the same roof for so many years, she would have thought Jia Zhangshi had been swapped.

She reached out and put the meal tickets and money into her pocket.

Used chopsticks to pick a bit of pickled vegetables into the thin porridge bowl, stirred and stirred, and drank it all in one gulp.

Huairu, eat slowly, don't choke, Mom will give you a scoop of porridge, it's not Mom saying you, you forgot to bring the meal ticket and money, you also have to eat.

Jia Zhangshi thought Qin Huairu didn't eat lunch.

They wondered if they had saved a meal.

"Not eating at noon, it's even harder to manage in the afternoon; I looked for Shazhu."

"All are neighbors from the same courtyard, Shazhu became the canteen head, if not him then who?" Jia Zhangshi uttered a few complaints, her true colors immediately revealed, she gave Qin Huairu an idea: "Shazhu can help you buy meals today, tomorrow he can also help you pay, tomorrow you find another excuse, say you have no money to eat, let him help you."

"Shazhu had someone greet the finance department, deducting the meal fee from wages."

Jia Zhangshi stood stunned on the spot.

Shazhu, you really fucking not human, actually came up with a method to deduct wages.

"Shazhu is unkind, then we can be unjust; from now on, remember to bring money and meal tickets, we spend our own money, eat our own food."

Listening to Jia Zhangshi talk about money.

Qin Huairu suddenly remembered the matter of Huaihua's 1500 yuan maintenance fee.

This money is in Jia Zhangshi's hands.

We need to think of a way to get the money from Jia Zhangshi's hands.

On the way back.

Qin Huairu, on one hand thinking about the harsh words the workshop director had thrown at her, on the other hand thinking about a solution.

Yi Zhonghai had said this to Qin Huairu.

When asking someone to do something, you can't go empty-handed.

We need to give a gift.

"Today at noon I asked Deputy Factory Director Li to transfer work; Deputy Factory Director Li's reason for not agreeing, and even wanting to demote Qin Huairu's wages and transfer her to the canteen, the real reason is she didn't give Deputy Factory Director Li a gift."

"If one brings a gift, would Deputy Factory Director Li change their attitude?"

Qin Huairu, with her imagination running wild, wanted to turn Deputy Factory Director Li into her backer through giving gifts.

The people in Workshop Nine constantly make things difficult for Qin Huairu; the root is that Qin Huairu's backer Yi Zhonghai has fallen; if Deputy Factory Director Li were willing to vouch for Qin Huairu, the people in Workshop Nine would rush to flatter Qin Huairu.

The importance of gifts was suddenly highlighted.

Buying gifts requires money.