Chapter 120 Disruption

Jiang Cheng stopped outside the gate and did not ride in.

Giving face to others is a compliment, but you should be careful about what you do.

"Master, I'm here again."

Jiang Cheng still greeted him cordially, holding four or five candies in his hand, and stuffed them into the old man's pockets, saying, "I brought them back from the provincial capital. They're for Little Shitou to sweeten his mouth."

Xiao Shitou is the grandson of the gatekeeper, about seven or eight years old.

“Aiya——what should I do to him——”

The old man refused, but Jiang Cheng had already pushed his bicycle in.

After entering, Jiang Cheng parked the car in the carport beside him and shouted, "Uncle, please let me take a look at the car!"

"Leave it to me!"

The old man at the gate was filled with emotion, smacking his lips and nodding his head.

"Why don't you say I'm awesome!"

After saying this, the old man sat at the door and concentrated on showing Jiang Cheng the bicycle.

Jiang Cheng entered the textile factory and went to the factory director's office as if he knew the place well.

When Secretary Feng at the door saw Jiang Cheng coming, he quickly stood up and went to call Director Fang.

Jiang Cheng stopped Secretary Feng and said, "I'm not in a hurry. I'll be there in a moment. It's a good time to read today's newspaper!"

When Secretary Feng heard this, he quickly went to get today's newspaper and poured tea for Jiang Cheng.

The two of them sat outside Director Fang's office and waited.

With a "bang", the sound of slapping the table came from the office.

Secretary Feng stood up immediately.

"Zhou Chengnan, I'm the director of the textile factory. If I say yes, it's fine! I'm informing you about this matter, not discussing it with you!"

"Director Fang, if you insist, I can only call a representative meeting and we will vote to resolve it!"

Zhou Chengnan is a powerful female voice.

"Zhou Chengnan, who are you trying to scare? Our textile factory negotiated a foreign exchange contract worth more than 300,000 yuan, and that was all thanks to Jiang Cheng. What's wrong with me giving her a bonus?"

Secretary Feng subconsciously glanced at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng didn't even raise his head and calmly turned a page of the newspaper.

Secretary Feng: With such a loud noise, there’s no reason why you couldn’t hear it.

"Director Fang, I agree to give you a bonus, but not so much! You always say that Jiang Cheng negotiated the foreign exchange orders, but she is at most a translator. Two hundred yuan for translation is already a lot."

"I strongly disagree with the figures you mentioned, and the Congress will not agree with them either."

"Besides, if Jiang Cheng had any sense of dedication, he shouldn't have accepted such a large bonus!"

The voices from inside the house continued to come out, but Director Fang refused to give in.

Finally, Zhou Chengnan opened the door with a bang, and walked away with big strides, full of anger and thumping steps.

Jiang Cheng finally looked up.

Short hair, square face, thick eyebrows, capable, between 40 and 50 years old.

Jiang Cheng put down the newspaper, took a sip of water in the teacup, and stood up.

"Secretary Feng, I'll go in first."

Secretary Feng made way and made an inviting gesture.

Inside the office, Director Fang, who was standing with his back to the door, heard footsteps.

"No! No one!"

"Okay, I'll come back another day."

As soon as Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, Director Fang turned around.

"How long have you been here?"

Jiang Cheng shrugged and said, "I've heard everything I should have heard."

Director Fang's shoulders slumped and he rubbed his temples.

"Don't worry, the bonus I promised you will be paid. Zhou Chengnan is the financial director, nicknamed the miser. He is very stingy."

"I'm spending some money like it's costing her her life. Once I explain your importance to her, she will definitely agree."

Jiang Cheng nodded repeatedly as she listened, and when Director Fang finished speaking, she looked up.

"Director Fang, I heard that your textile factory is holding an election for deputy director?"

"What?"

Director Fang did not follow Jiang Cheng's train of thought.

Jiang Cheng continued to ask, "Who do you like? It shouldn't be the finance officer just now, right?"

Director Fang: "...What are you going to do?"

Jiang Cheng said sternly: "It's a disruption."

Director Fang: You really dare to say that!

However, he agreed and executed it very quickly. The announcement is today and the competition presentation is tomorrow.

Secretary Feng couldn't keep up with the ideas at all, but as a secretary he just had to do it.

After Jiang Cheng came out of the office building, she saw Zhou Zhengnan waiting for her.

"Are you Jiang Cheng?"

Jiang Cheng walked past Zhou Zhengnan and said calmly, "No."

Zhou Zhengnan had imagined countless scenarios, but he had never thought of what was happening before his eyes.

Jiang Cheng brushed past her, and Zhou Zhengnan reacted for a few seconds before turning around and following him.

"Wait a moment, Comrade Jiang Cheng!"

Jiang Cheng stopped and Zhou Zhengnan chased after him and said, "How can you lie? You are obviously Jiang Cheng!"

"How can you be so blind? Why are you asking when you already know me?"

Jiang Cheng's question made Zhou Zhengnan's impression of her even worse.

! .

A little girl who knows nothing but a few words of foreign languages.

"Comrade Jiang Cheng, I am the financial director of the textile factory. I want to talk to you about your salary as a translator."

"According to the current translation salary, you have worked for two days and we will pay you 200 yuan, which is far above the salary level. You can sign here and take your money."

Zhou Zhengnan, who was prepared, handed over a notebook with a piece of paper on it and a pen on the paper.

Jiang Cheng picked up the pen directly.

Zhou Zhengnan laughed sarcastically.

A young man who had never seen the world was controlled by just a few words from her.

Director Fang actually wanted to give her a reward of 1,500 yuan. That was a joke!

As for what Director Fang said about Jiang Cheng discussing foreign exchange, Zhou Zhengnan didn't believe it at all.

The foreigners must have seen the potential of the textile factory. How could such a big thing be influenced by a translator?

"I heard that your factory will hold an election for deputy director tomorrow?"

Zhou Zhengnan: She knows about being the deputy factory director, but how come she doesn’t know about the election tomorrow?

Jiang Cheng put down the pen in his hand again.

"I'm ready to participate. Since I'm going to be the deputy factory manager, I'd better not take the money for now."

Jiang Cheng looked at Zhou Zhengnan and said, "Director Zhou, remember to vote for me."

Zhou Zhengnan frowned.

"What does the selection of the deputy factory manager have to do with you? Sign it now!"

An educational tone, a contemptuous look.

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly.

"Same words to Director Zhou. See you tomorrow!"

Jiang Cheng left.

Zhou Zhengnan frowned and wanted to chase after him, but finally chose to go back to the office building to find out more.

Jiang Cheng left and rode his bicycle to the furniture factory.

Jiang Cheng received the warmest welcome when he arrived at the furniture factory.

The director of the furniture factory came out from the building to greet us.

When Factory Director Mu saw Jiang Cheng, he excitedly introduced him to everyone: "This is Jiang Cheng! Jiang Cheng who brought foreign exchange orders to our factory!"

In one sentence, the furniture factory was ignited.

A lot of workers holding hammers, chisels and saws came out and surrounded Jiang Cheng.

Ignoring the tools in their hands, the scene is actually quite heartwarming.

The furniture factory is not large and has never been ranked high in the city.

It is managed more like a big family.

Everyone expressed their gratitude to Jiang Cheng one by one. Jiang Cheng kept talking to everyone until his mouth was dry.

Fortunately, Factory Manager Mu dismissed the workers and took her into the office.

Office, hot tea, and apples that I got from somewhere.

Director Mu was enthusiastically trying to peel an apple for Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng quickly stopped him.

Director Mu did not force him. He opened the drawer, took out a huge brown paper bag, and pushed it to Jiang Cheng.

"Your bonus."

"Our furniture factory is not as big as the textile factory, but this is definitely the biggest bonus we can offer."

"One thousand three hundred dollars in cash, and some bills, count them."

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