When she saw Zhou Yang, she smiled obsequiously and even shoved a bottle of chrysanthemum crystals into his hand.

"Young man, didn't you say yesterday that there was a lot of work at the factory and you wanted to ask my daughter-in-law to come back to work? My daughter-in-law is clumsy and she even fell and ended up in the hospital during the New Year. It's really bad luck."

"This time, your aunt was worried your factory might be in a hurry to need people, so she brought you a clever one."

As she spoke, Old Mrs. Chen pulled out the girl who had come with her, "From now on, my daughter-in-law will take over her job. Shall we go and complete the formalities now?"

Zhou Yang remained silent with a stern face, "We don't allow job substitutions in our factory."

“Young man, what’s so special about this? Aren’t all the jobs in these factories the same? Young man, although you are capable, you are still young and don’t know many things. Let me teach you…”

Old Mrs. Chen was well-versed in the ways of social interaction. As she spoke, she leaned closer to Zhou Yang and slipped a red envelope into his hand.

Zhou Yang's face was ashen, as if he had been smeared with soot. He quickly pushed her away and took two steps back.

Yang Qiaoqiao almost laughed in anger when she saw this.

She stepped forward. "Oh, this is the first time I've heard that jobs in such a small factory can be bought and sold. You really think highly of such a small factory!"

Old Mrs. Chen did not know Yang Qiaoqiao's identity.

Hearing her say that, I was afraid she would ruin her good job selling jobs.

With a stern face, she scolded, "You woman, don't just open your mouth and talk big. What do you mean by 'small factory'? The boss of this small factory is willing to pay wages, even higher than those big factories, and they give out red envelopes during holidays. This factory is not easier to get into than the big factories! My daughter-in-law got this job after going through layers of screening and assessment."