Chapter 13 Zhao’s Mother Spent 600 Yuan to Buy Her a Job!

“A job?”

Zeng Cheng was very shocked.

“Mm, my mother spent 600 yuan to buy it for me.”

Zeng Cheng really hadn’t expected that her mother would give Zhao Qianqian so much.

After all, he knew something about Zhao’s situation in the Qian family.

Six hundred yuan, plus the three hundred he later made up for the bride price—Zhao’s mother still had to add quite a lot.

This showed how much she truly doted on her daughter!

And it was true.

When Zhao Qianqian lived with the Qian family, Zhao’s mother and her brothers always treated her like a treasure.

From now on,

he too would treat Zhao Qianqian as a treasure, holding her in the palm of his hand.

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The next day.

Since Zhao Qianqian had to go to town that morning, she and Zeng Cheng got up together.

Each of them had a bowl of pear tea and one egg.

But Zeng Cheng had an extra meat bun.

Originally, Zeng Cheng had wanted to leave it for Qianqian.

But she knew how to play it right: “Hubby, you work so hard, you should eat it. I can buy more when I go to town. Besides, I’m just going to hand over the job today, not staying there. I’ll be back early to make you bone soup at noon.”

“Alright.”

After all, he did physical labor, so he should eat better.

The two of them went out together.

Actually, Zhao Qianqian really didn’t want to work; she only wanted to be a rice weevil.

But since her mother had spent 600 yuan on that job,

and had been urging her to go,

today she went just to see what it was like.

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The Food Factory.

Zhao Qianqian was lucky. As soon as she reached the gate, she ran into the person she was to take over from.

Her mother had bought her a logistics warehouse job at the food factory.

The monthly wage was 28 yuan, with three days off each month, and the benefits were plenty.

Hours were from 9:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m., with an hour for lunch.

By rights, it was an easy job.

But the only drawback was frequent overtime.

For example, if a store realized at 4 p.m. they were low on canned goods and came to pick up stock that night, she wouldn’t get off work at 4:30, but at six or seven.

Or if the supply and marketing cooperative came to collect goods at four in the morning, she’d have to sleep at the factory.

Each warehouse had its own office and bed.

But nearly seven or eight days a month required overtime.

To outsiders, it looked easy.

But Zhao Qianqian felt it was hell.

The worst part was that frequent overtime meant she’d often have to sleep at the factory.

Wouldn’t that give the future heroine an opening to seduce Zeng Cheng?

She’d work herself to death for 28 yuan a month, while the heroine, Qian Sanya, after rebirth, could just cry in front of Zeng Cheng, stir his guilt, and give him some food to earn hundreds of yuan in a few months.

Anyone could see which was better.

Zhao Qianqian decided she couldn’t stand even a day of this job.

She needed to cling tightly to Zeng Cheng’s thigh and never give Qian Sanya the chance to take advantage.

Working couldn’t compare to lying at home in comfort.

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Today was just the handover.

Tomorrow the job would officially start.

But even before starting, Zhao Qianqian already wanted to transfer the job away.

Still, there were things she needed to know.

For example, she had to collect the uniform.

And with this job, she also gained an urban household registration, plus a monthly grain subsidy.

The person she was replacing told her there were many conveniences in the logistics warehouse.

For instance, near-expiry products were sold at half price, and they would be the first to know.

Damaged goods were sold at 30% or even 10% of the price, and they’d know first too.

If they needed something, they could buy it immediately.

Besides that, because it was the food factory, they also got extra hidden benefits each month.

Sometimes nearly expired canned peaches, or nearly expired biscuits.

Sometimes the research department would even send them snacks not yet perfected for trial tasting.

Those might not taste great—

but they were still far better than coarse grains!

So in the food factory, food was never a worry.

Plus, every holiday there were benefits, and the cafeteria had meal tickets.

Zhao Qianqian suddenly felt this job wasn’t so bad after all.

The main thing was that all these benefits added up to a lot of money.

Although she was determined to be a rice weevil, saving money was saving money. She couldn’t waste it casually.

So she decided to keep this job!

In case she really couldn’t beat the heroine and ended up divorced,

this job would still be her safety net.

But Zhao Qianqian still didn’t want to actually work. In modern times she had been a nine-to-five office worker, often with overtime.

She didn’t cross into this world just to keep being a corporate slave!

Luckily, in this era, jobs could be bought, sold, or substituted.

For example, sons or daughters could take their father’s place, with the wages still going to the father.

Or a permanent worker could hire someone else to do the job as a temporary worker, pocketing the difference.

So Zhao Qianqian’s decision was: keep the job in her name, go to work if she wanted, and if not, find someone else to cover it.

The job had cost 600 yuan.

Even if she paid someone else, she had to earn back her cost first.

At 28 yuan a month, she wanted to pocket 25 herself.

That wasn’t being black-hearted.

Even netting 25 yuan a month, it would still take two years to earn back the cost of the job!

Three yuan might seem small, but she could give the substitute half the factory benefits, or an extra 30 jin of coarse grain each month.

Some people couldn’t even earn 30 jin of coarse grain in a month of work points.

She believed many would want this job!

Thinking that benefits shouldn’t go to outsiders,

she thought of her cousins in Zhao Village.

Yes, her full-blooded brothers and sisters, her kin from Zhao Village.

They had all attended her wedding.

She thought of them mainly because Zhao Village was the poorest village in town.

Otherwise, Zhao’s mother wouldn’t have taken her three children and remarried into the Qian family.

If Zhao Village had been better off, Zhao’s mother would have left a son there to inherit his father’s things.

But Zhao Village was too poor.

So poor that people starved.

Other villages, at harvest time twice a year, not only handed out grain but sometimes even money.

At the very least, they had enough food.

Only Zhao Village not only had no money to give, but also owed debts to outsiders.

That meant they not only didn’t hand out money, but even had to take a share of their grain to sell in order to repay the village’s debts.

As for why they were in debt?

Zhao Qianqian didn’t know. She guessed someone must have embezzled in the past.