Seeing that the 'fish' was about to take the bait, Jiang Si curled the corners of her lips in satisfaction.

On the way to the cotton mill, I happened to pass by the Xinghuo Day and Night Store. These days, no matter who you go to, it is always not good to go empty-handed.

Seeing that there were newly-released crispy pears in the store, Jiang Si bought some.

I'll put half of it in my space and make some pear soup for my uncle tomorrow.

She can't cook, but she can make pear soup.

My third uncle had complications of pneumonia caused by high fever, so pear soup boiled with Lingquan water was the most suitable medicine.

Jiang Si put the remaining half into a nylon net bag and went to Guodong according to the address given by Section Chief Zhou.

only……

Less than three minutes after entering the affiliated courtyard of the cotton spinning factory, Jiang Si was confused.

The old man at the door did point her in a direction, but there were simply too many houses in the family compound.

At a glance, all you see are red brick tube buildings.

The most troublesome thing is that the numbers of these buildings are not arranged in sequence.

Just when I was thinking about finding someone to ask, a cheerful female voice suddenly sounded behind me.

"…Is it Xiao Jiang Zhi?"

When Jiang Si turned her head, she saw a woman with short hair and wearing a light yellow Lenin suit.

"My last name is Jiang, and yours is?"

"I am Section Chief Zhou's lover. You can call me Aunt Zhang."

Zhang Lihua introduced herself with a smile, and then said, "The design of the family compound of our cotton mill is not very reasonable. Anyone who comes here will be confused."

"Old Zhou Qian specifically told me today to come out and greet you."

So that's how it is.

After hearing this, Jiang Si quickly greeted her, "Hello, auntie, I'm Jiang Si."

"Okay, okay~ Then let's talk while we're at it."

Regardless of whether this matter can be accomplished or not, Zhang Lihua was very polite.

When they got home, she asked Jiang Si to sit wherever she wanted.

I made a cup of malted milk and said, "Xiao Jiang, drink it first. Old Zhou will be here in about 20 minutes. I'll cook two dishes and we can eat and chat later."

"Aunt, please stop working. Actually, I came to see Section Chief Zhou today because of something I did."

Zhang Lihua knew about this and she couldn't pretend not to know.

"Our old Zhou told me about your matter at noon. He said that you originally planned to transfer this work to your sister, but now you don't plan to transfer it anymore?"

Jiang Si nodded and hummed.

Zhang Lihua swallowed the words and said, "Then... do you want to continue working now, or?"

"Aunt, to be honest with you, she is not my biological sister, and I have never thought of transferring this work to her."

"But our family's situation is special. My dad... forget it, let's not talk about him."

"I'm sure I won't be able to keep this work. Instead of that, I might as well sell it."

"It's just that I've only been working at the cotton mill for less than a month, and I don't have many friends around me. I wonder if there's anyone you know who wants to buy my work?"

"I don't ask for much, just the current market price. It would be even better if you can exchange it for notes."

Jiang Si has no shortage of money now. Although she has some bills, she will need to use them more often in her life in the future. Obviously, what she has in her hands will not be enough.

㦳The reason why I chose to find Section Chief Zhou was to save trouble.

After all, Section Chief Zhou is the head of the Labor and Personnel Department and a veteran of the cotton mill. If he comes forward, the factory staff will definitely not deliberately block the procedures.

"Xiao Jiang, have you thought it through?" Zhang Lihua's voice suddenly trembled.

"Yes, auntie, otherwise I wouldn't have come here at this time."

Seeing that Jiang Si really intended to sell her work, Zhang Lihua was so excited that she didn't know what to say.

In the past two years, not only have schools suspended classes, but all major factories in Shanghai have also frozen their recruitment targets without exception.

Of course, this is an external statement. Whether there is or not is not important. What is important is that even if there are a small number of indicators, they are eliminated within the factory.

If it really were given to an outsider, the old employees in the factory would be furious.

In July, when the marriage policy for the 1966 junior and senior high school graduates came out, Zhang Lihua felt that the students from the 1967 and 1968 classes would not be well served.

Although it has been emphasized above that the employment policies are roughly the same, there are only so many jobs in the city.

The students of the Class of 66 have almost all occupied the seats, so where are the extra seats for the students coming after them?

As expected, when the marriage policy for the 67th graduating class was announced last month, the sky fell!

Anyway, there were so many children in the cotton mill’s family compound, and Zhang Lihua didn’t see many of them staying in the city.

Those who were luckier were assigned to Chongming Farm in the suburbs, a small number were sent to other provinces to support the third-line construction, and the rest were all arranged to work in the countryside.

Just recently, Zhang Lihua asked an acquaintance to secretly inquire about the marriage policy of the 1968th class.

Although the other party did not say it explicitly, as soon as Zhang Lihua heard the hesitant tone of the other party, she knew that the youngest class would most likely be "all red".

It’s not like she hadn’t thought about buying a job for her youngest child, but the problem is that formal jobs these days are all stable jobs.

The salary is high and the benefits are good, and when you retire you can let your children take over your job. Who would be willing to sell it?

Even if we take a step back, even if we want to sell it, we will first sell it to relatives and friends. How could we possibly sell it to an outsider like her?

Now, the good thing that fell from the sky has fallen on her head, and Zhang Lihua can't even keep herself reserved.

"Xiao Jiang, you speak frankly, and the aunt also speaks frankly."

"Our youngest child has no work yet. If you really want to sell this work, why not sell it to me?"

"Don't worry, I promise you won't suffer any loss in terms of money."