"I know everything about your work..."
Before Shen Jichuan could finish speaking, Wang Zhihui immediately interrupted, unable to contain herself:
Did Wen Qiao tell you?
“My job was ruined by Wen Qiao. She envied and was jealous of my easy job at the counter. As for her, although she is now also selling vegetables at the counter, she has to move the vegetables herself. She has to move dozens of such big boxes every day.”
“Before, she had to go to the countryside to collect vegetables every day, doing all kinds of heavy, tiring, and dirty work. She was just jealous that my job was better than hers, so she deliberately got rid of me.”
Shen Jichuan frowned.
If it weren't for Wang Zhihui saying this, Shen Jichuan would never have known that Wen Qiao's job was not only low-paying but also incredibly tiring.
Shen Jichuan had a cold expression and an imposing presence befitting an elder.
“You were fired from the supply and marketing cooperative, not because Wen Qiao told me. I used my connections to get you in, but you lost your job after less than three months. Of course, the person I contacted would have told me.”
"Let's just forget about it. I don't think you're suited for city work. Here's some travel money for you to take home."
After all, she was the daughter of an old comrade-in-arms, and Shen Jichuan didn't want to make things too ugly.
Wang Zhihui immediately burst into tears, feeling wronged and pitiful.
"Uncle Shen, this really isn't my fault. I didn't do anything..."
Shen Jichuan didn't see her steal anything with his own eyes, but Wang Zhihui is now stubbornly refusing to admit it.
Shen Jichuan didn't bother with it, took out thirty yuan and gave it to her to leave.
Thirty yuan was enough for her to buy a car, and she could even have some left over.
But when Wang Zhihui took the thirty yuan and left the Shen family's house, she pouted and looked disgusted.
The Shen family is so rich, yet they only gave her thirty yuan. They're really stingy.
It seems that there will be no chance to get anything from Shen Jichuan, that old man, in the future.
Shen Haiyang...
Oh right, she needs to go find Shen Haiyang.
She couldn't get money from Shen Jichuan, but she could from Shen Haiyang.
Also, she heard that Shen Haiyang broke up with Shen Jichuan in order to marry Yang Xuelan?
She had to persuade Shen Haiyang not to be so pessimistic, because the wealth Shen Jichuan would give him in the future was something Yang Xuelan couldn't provide.
When Wen Qiao returned home from get off work at noon, she brought some vegetables and cooked food. Just as she entered the living room, Shen Jichuan came out of the study.
"Wen Qiao, do you really have to go to this job? We just got married, and you're leaving me all alone to go to work by yourself."
"I still have three days of vacation left."
Wen Qiao smiled and walked to Shen Jichuan's side, cupped his face, and kissed him.
“I’m just a temporary worker. Many of the educated youth who have returned to the city are unemployed. I’m quite content to have a temporary job.”
"Then resign."
Shen Jichuan picked Wen Qiao up and sat her down at the dining table. He leaned forward, staring at her face, and finally his gaze fell on her lips.
"I quit my job, focused on my studies, passed the accounting certificate exam, and then I can go to whichever company I want to work for."
Before Wen Qiao could speak, Shen Jichuan kissed her lips.
He whispered again, "Just take pity on me, do you think it's easy for me to get married at my age?"
"I'll give you all my savings, and I'll give you my entire monthly salary from now on."
Wen Qiao smiled and hugged his neck, "Then I have to tell my boss."
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