Transmigrated to the Seventies: Starting as a Cannon Fodder Side Character

【Space, Mind Reading, Military Marriage, Sweet Romance, Transmigration into a Book, Delicate Beauty, Little Drama Queen】

After dying from overwork, Feng Jiaojiao transmigrated into a novel s...

Chapter 87 Rewards (2/2)

Zhao Nan and Wang Peng rushed over immediately after hearing the news.

"I guess it won't be that easy." Cao Lihua knew that she and her daughter had offended Feng Jiaojiao deeply, and Feng Jiaojiao was not stupid, so how could she give them a job so easily.

Zhao Nan pursed her lower lip tightly. "At worst, I can just give her money. She can't work here either, so it's better to sell her for money."

Before leaving, Zhao Nan asked her husband's family for 100 yuan. If that didn't work out, she could just give them the 100 yuan from her dowry. 400 yuan would be enough.

"They went out with your father. You'll know what happened when they come back."

"Mom, you have to help me!" Zhao Nan put his arm around Cao Lihua.

"Of course I hope you're having a good time. I made two meat dishes for them at noon just for you. Would you like to have some?"

"Thank you, Mom. We are just hungry." Wang Peng is very shameless. His wife always takes care of everything for him.

They finished all the food and sat on the sofa, waiting for someone to come back and discuss work.

Textile factory, director's office.

"Oh, we have to thank you and your wife. It is you who saved the factory from losses." The director, deputy director and party secretary of the textile factory were all present.

"It's nothing. After all, I came from our textile factory and am a family member of our factory owner. Naturally, I hope to be treated well by the factory owner." Feng Jiaojiao looked at the leaders with a smile.

I wondered what benefit I could give her, it wouldn't just be talk, would it?

"Oh, she's Director Feng's daughter after all, she's aware of it!"

"Hahaha, that's what my dad taught me." Feng Jiaojiao praised her father.

"We won't beat around the bush. You and your wife helped our factory save such a huge loss. Without you, we would have faced huge compensation. We are not a stingy textile factory. We must reward those who have made contributions."

"Look, we'll give you two choices. You can decide which one you want. One is a regular job, and the other is a bonus of one thousand yuan." This was something they had considered carefully. In fact, they hoped that they would choose the job. After all, talents like theirs must be retained.

But when they heard that Feng Daquan's son-in-law was the deputy section chief of a steel plant, they were afraid that their plan would fail, so they decided to offer the first direct cash reward.

"This...what does this mean?" Feng Jiaojiao looked at her father.

Father Feng nodded.

"Don't be polite, girl. Just tell me what you want. This is what you deserve."

"Then...we'll just ask for cash directly. If we do it at work, it will be inconvenient for Jianjun and me, and it will be troublesome to handle." This job is a hot potato. Who to give it to and who not to give it to, and how much it should be sold for are all problems.

It would be better to ask for the money directly, since they won't need it anyway.

"Are you really not considering it anymore?" Although the work in a textile factory may seem insignificant, how many people would want to get in because of its invisible benefits.

"We thought about it." Feng Jiaojiao thought to herself that Cao Lihua's plan might have failed.

"You're back, Nannan and Wang Peng are here." Cao Lihua stared at Feng's father, hoping he could help talk to her.

"Jiaojiao is back, I..." Zhao Nan greeted her warmly.

Feng Jiaojiao wasn't stupid, so she knew what the mother and daughter meant. "Don't worry about it. I don't want a job."

"You... Feng Jiaojiao, if you have the guts, don't beg me for anything in your life!" Zhao Nan's wish was dashed again, and he was almost angry to death.

Wang Peng's face was also gloomy. He thought that by marrying her, he would get help.

I didn't expect that even my parents and sisters couldn't handle this damn thing. She's such a loser. I shouldn't have married her in the first place.

Zhao Nan saw Wang Peng's gloomy face and felt a little scared. "Let's..."

With a "Pa!", he slapped Zhao Nan and then slammed the door and walked out.