Seeing that the 'fish' was about to take the bait, Jiang Si smiled with satisfaction.
On the way to the cotton mill, we happened to pass by Xinghuo 24-hour store. These days, it's never good to go to anyone's house empty-handed.
Seeing that the store had some newly available crisp pears, Jiang Si bought some.
I'll put half of it in the space and make a small pear soup for my third uncle tomorrow.
She can't cook, but she can still make pear soup.
My third uncle suffered from pneumonia complications caused by a high fever, so making pear soup with Lingquan spring water was the perfect remedy.
Jiang Si put the remaining half in a nylon rope net bag and went to the address given by Section Chief Zhou.
only……
Jiang Si was completely bewildered after walking for less than three minutes into the cotton mill's compound.
The old man at the gate did point her in a direction, but there were just too many houses in the residential compound.
At first glance, all you see are rows of identical red brick tenement buildings.
The most troublesome thing is that these buildings are not numbered in sequence.
Just as I was thinking of asking someone, a cheerful female voice suddenly rang out behind me.
"...Is this Comrade Xiao Jiang?"
Jiang Si turned around and saw a woman with short, ear-length hair, wearing a light yellow Lenin suit.
"My surname is Jiang, and you are?"
“I’m Section Chief Zhou’s wife, you can just call me Aunt Zhang.”
Zhang Hongying introduced herself with a smile, and then said, "The design of our cotton mill's residential compound is not very reasonable; anyone who comes here will be confused."
"Old Zhou specifically told me to come out and greet you when he left today."
So that's how it is.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Si quickly greeted her, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Si."
"Okay, okay~ Let's talk as we walk."
Regardless of whether the matter will succeed or not, Zhang Hongying has done her best to be courteous.
When they arrived home, she told Jiang Si to make herself at home.
She then made herself a cup of malted milk powder. "Little Jiang, have a sweet drink first. Old Zhou will be back in about twenty minutes. I'll go cook a couple of dishes, and we can eat and chat later."
"Auntie, don't bother with that. Actually, I came to see Section Chief Zhou today about work."
Zhang Hongying knew about this; she couldn't pretend she didn't.
"My husband, Lao Zhou, told me about your situation at noon. He said that he originally planned to transfer your job to your sister, but now he doesn't plan to."
Jiang Si nodded and hummed in agreement.
Zhang Hongying hesitated, then swallowed her words. "So...do you want to go back to work now, or..."
"Auntie, to be honest, she's not my biological sister, and I've never thought of transferring this job to her."
“But our family situation is special. My dad… well, let’s not talk about him.”
"In short, I know I'm going to lose this job, so I might as well sell it."
"I've only been working at the cotton mill for less than a month, and I don't have many friends around me. I wonder if you know anyone who wants to buy a job?"
"I won't ask for much, just pay the current market price. It would be even better if you could give me a receipt."
Jiang Si is not short of money now. Although she has receipts, there will be many more places where she will need them in the future, and what she has is obviously not enough.
The reason for choosing to contact Section Chief Zhou was ultimately to save trouble.
After all, Section Chief Zhou is the head of the Labor and Wages Department and a veteran of the cotton mill. If he intervenes, the factory certainly won't deliberately hold up the procedures.
"Xiao Jiang, have you thought it through?" Zhang Hongying's voice suddenly trembled.
"Yes, Auntie, otherwise I wouldn't have come at this time."
Seeing that Jiang Si really intended to sell her job, Zhang Hongying was so excited that she didn't know what to say.
In the past two years, not only have schools suspended classes, but all major factories in Shanghai have also frozen their recruitment quotas.
Of course, this is the official statement. Whether there are any or not is not important. What is important is that even if there are a small number of quotas, they are all consumed internally by the factory.
If we were to give it to an outsider, the factory's veteran employees would surely cause a huge uproar.
Back in July, when the job placement policy for the 66th graduating class of junior and senior high school students was announced, Zhang Hongying felt that the students from the 67th and 68th graduating classes would not fare well.
Although the higher authorities have repeatedly emphasized that the allocation policies are roughly the same, there are only so many jobs available in the city.
The students from the class of '66 have already filled most of the seats, so where would there be any extra space to accommodate the students from the later years?
Sure enough, when the job placement policy for the 67th graduating class was announced last month, it was like the sky had fallen!
Anyway, among all the children in the cotton mill's residential compound, Zhang Hongying didn't see many of them staying in the city.
Those who were lucky were assigned to Chongming Farm in the suburbs, a small number were assigned to other provinces to support the construction of the Third Front, and the rest were all assigned to work in the countryside.
So, a while ago, Zhang Hongying secretly asked an acquaintance to inquire about the job allocation policy for the 1968 graduating class.
Although the other party did not say it explicitly, Zhang Hongying knew from the hesitant tone that the youngest student and his class were likely to be "all red" (meaning they were all in the same class).
She had considered buying a job for her youngest child, but the problem was that these days, permanent jobs are considered secure.
With high wages and good benefits, and the option to have your children take over your job after retirement, who would be willing to sell it?
Even if we were to sell, we would prioritize our relatives and friends, not an outsider like her.
Now that such a wonderful opportunity has fallen into her lap, Zhang Hongying can no longer maintain her composure.
“Xiao Jiang, you speak frankly, so your aunt will speak frankly as well.”
“My youngest child doesn’t have a job right now. If you’re really sure you want to sell this job, why don’t you sell it to me?”
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