Chapter 9 Sell your job and wait for the fish to bite.
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.
He then made himself 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?”
"Don't worry, I promise you won't suffer any financial loss."
As she spoke, Zhang Hongying went back to her bedroom and brought out a biscuit tin, having already made her point clear.
Jiang Si's job is an office job, unlike other jobs where you have to work as an apprentice for three years after you join the company.
In Shanghai, an apprentice's first-year salary is 16 yuan, plus 1.84 yuan for uniforms, totaling 17.84 yuan.
In the second and third years, the salary increased by 2 yuan each year, while the clothing allowance remained unchanged.
In the fourth year, after being officially hired and having their grade determined, the salary will reach 36 yuan.
Therefore, the saying "Long live 36 yuan!" has been circulating in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
As for how much the work can be sold for, there is no specific standard; it all depends on how the two parties negotiate.
However, there is a consensus that the selling price is basically 2 to 3 years' salary.
“Xiao Jiang, your current monthly salary is 28 yuan, which will amount to 1008 yuan over three years.”
"The cotton mill had good benefits. During holidays, they would give out fruit, meat coupons, cloth coupons, etc. If the salary exceeded 20 yuan, an industrial voucher would be given every month. All these things added up to about 30 yuan in benefits a year, and 100 yuan over three years."
"In addition, the wage difference between a full-time employee and an apprentice is about 288 yuan over three years, and this auntie will compensate you 300 yuan."
For no other reason than to spare her youngest child from suffering these three years, she had to repay Jiang Si for this favor.
Jiang Si's original price range was around one thousand, but she didn't expect the other party to be so sincere.
She didn't hesitate to refuse and readily agreed.
"Okay, Auntie, we'll do it your way."
"Okay, okay, it's settled then!"
Zhang Hongying nodded hurriedly, then opened the tin box and took out a pile of receipts.
"I heard you say you want to exchange for more tickets. Do you see any you want here? If not, tell me what kind of tickets you need, and I'll think of something for you."
Having a large family compound has its advantages. I can't say about other things, but you can still manage to collect receipts and such.
Moreover, apart from the youngest child, everyone in their family works for the government and receives a considerable amount of money each month.
Jiang Si took a look and found that the types of bills in this era were really diverse.
Forget about food coupons; she can grow food in her spatial dimension.
It seems we don't need the oil coupons. There's a "one-click oil pressing" function in the space, so we can just plant more rapeseed.
Finally, Jiang Si picked out some industrial coupons, soap coupons, toilet paper coupons, sanitary napkin coupons, and laundry product coupons.
These are all daily necessities, so she should buy more and store them in her room, just in case.
She also asked for a watch ticket; the watches she had were too eye-catching, and Jiang Si planned to buy a more ordinary one so she could easily tell the time.
Zhang Hongying: "Don't you want grain coupons, oil coupons, cloth coupons, etc."
These kinds of receipts are all in high demand; she's been saving them up for almost half a year.
“That’s enough, Auntie, I still have some left,” Jiang Si said.
Today she got a lot of cloth coupons from her scumbag father, and there was also a lot of unused pure cotton fabric in Shen Qingqing's room, which was enough for her.
As the two were talking, a noise came from the doorway.
It was Section Chief Zhou's voice.
Zhang Hongying immediately ran to open the door with a happy expression, and told him about the job transfer. However, Section Chief Zhou frowned when he heard this.
"Xiao Jiang, these days jobs are all one-person-one-position. Once the job transfer procedures are submitted, it will be too late to regret it."
“Going to the countryside is no joke. Are you sure you can handle the hardship?”
He was tempted by the offer of a permanent position, but he was unwilling to bury his conscience for it.
After hearing these words, Jiang Si couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
A stranger could do such a thing, but her biological father never considered her life or death, and only wanted to coax her to the countryside!
"I'm sorry, Section Chief Zhou, I was forced to say that this morning. Actually, I had no intention of going to the countryside."
"Furthermore, I have given this job transfer a lot of thought, so please rest assured."
"After I finish dealing with these things at home, I will leave Shanghai."
Seeing her serious expression, Section Chief Zhou didn't say anything, but simply told his wife not to let the young girl suffer.
"What are you saying? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
Zhang Hongying handed the prepared money and tickets to Jiang Si.
Jiang Si didn't stand on ceremony and counted the money in front of the couple. After deducting the receipts she wanted, she received 1220 yuan.
Next, the two parties signed another agreement and pressed their fingerprints on it.
After finishing her business, Jiang Si sat for a while before getting up to take her leave.
"Uncle, Aunt, I'll be going now."
"Xiao Jiang, have dinner before you go. I made braised pork. I didn't add a drop of water. I braised it with Shaoxing wine for two hours. It smells so good."
Jiang Si smiled and said, "No, Auntie, I have some things to take care of at home."
Seeing that she was determined to leave, and that it was getting late, Section Chief Zhou and his wife did not try to persuade her any further.
Just before leaving, Zhang Hongying took a lunchbox from the cupboard. It was a new lunchbox she had just bought last month and hadn't used yet.
She filled a whole box with braised pork and handed it to Jiang Si, saying, "Take this home and eat it. Don't be shy."
Jiang Si couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to accept it.
But she didn't go back immediately; instead, she found a state-run restaurant.
When we came out, those 'fish' had already shown their heads; we had to give them some time to bite.
Unfortunately, when Jiang Si finished her meal at a leisurely pace and returned home, the house was still exactly as it had been before she left.
However, Jiang Si wasn't in a hurry at all. After all, it was only the first day, and she felt that these 'fish' wouldn't keep her waiting too long.
After all, the allure of 10,000 yuan is still quite strong.
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