Chen Hongmei was scolded by Gu Nanzhi and went back cursing in her heart.
Chen Ting waited for a long time but she didn't call, so she had to take the initiative to call back.
"Mom, have you gone home yet?"
"Yes." Shen Hongmei agreed reluctantly.
When she heard the word Ning's family, her brows were twisted into a knot.
Chen Ting's heart skipped a beat when she heard her mother-in-law's tone. "What happened?"
"What else can I do?"
"That bitch Gu Nanzhi has become successful now. She doesn't even take me, her sister-in-law, seriously."
"She said that if Xiaochen wants to be promoted, he can only rely on his own efforts."
"Chen Ting, can you let Mr. Sang talk a little? That will be more effective than anything we can say."
Chen Ting's eyes widened, "Mom, you think too highly of me."
"I am not worthy of your attention at all."
"Why would I let her talk on my pillow?"
Shen Hongmei responded: "If you don't try, how do you know it won't work?"
"What if it's a trip?"
"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. I'm old now and won't be able to help you that much in the future."
Shen Hongmei hung up the phone after she finished speaking.
She is old and thin-skinned, and can no longer bear being bullied in front of others.
Chen Ting wanted to say that it was her son, but her mother-in-law hung up the phone directly.
She sighed softly and could only think of a new solution.
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As soon as Sang Feiyu got to work today, he saw two other data clerks knitting and chatting there.
Today is her third day at work, and apart from getting familiar with the storage location of archival materials, she has basically not done anything.
The other two clerks are responsible for sending and receiving documents, including receiving various telegrams, notices, and policy documents, and sending them to relevant departments.
One of them is responsible for archive management and maintenance of war preparedness data like her.
When necessary, they would also be asked to take meeting minutes and organize political study materials.
Sang Feiyu was very satisfied with this job. Commander Qin did not lie to her. This was a very easy job.
The key is that as long as you come to work, you will get paid every day. The monthly salary is 40 yuan, and there is also a 5 yuan confidentiality fee.
The money is not much, and even a small amount of meat is still meat.
Moreover, having a job can save her from a lot of gossip, as people would not see her sitting at home all day and complain behind her back that she doesn't have to take care of the kids and doesn't have to look for a job.
In this day and age, rumors can kill people, so she thought the less likely she was to get involved, the better.
When the two data clerks saw her coming in, they stopped what they were doing and asked, "Comrade Sang, do you want to knit a sweater like us?"
"It would be boring to sit here every day."
After listening to what the data clerk He Meiling said, Sang Feiyu was stunned for a moment. Knitting a sweater?
She would never in her life waste time knitting a sweater.
There are so many books in her space. Whenever she has time, she uses her consciousness to enter the space to read them. She is afraid that she will not be able to finish reading so many books in this lifetime.
"Sister Meiling, I'm not good at manual work, I'd better just look at the archives."
He Meiling held the ball of light blue thread, twisting it around her fingertips without even looking up. "This is very simple."
"I knit all the sweaters in my family. Every year I take them apart, wash them, and knit them again."
"Especially after having children, the size of the clothes they wear is different every year, and they all have to be knitted anew."
There was a sudden knock on the door of the archive room, which scared He Meiling and Gao Jinfeng so much that they hurriedly hid their half-knitted sweaters in a drawer.
Sang Feiyu made sure they were all hidden, then asked: "Who?"
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