Chapter 145 If the evil man knew that his wife had an IUD, he would be in big trouble...
Zhou Juan was frustrated. Why were they all staring at her? Was it really that serious? She asked them how much their red envelopes were worth, but they refused to tell her. They must be afraid of being outdone by her. She hadn't said anything wrong.
I simply ignored him and got up to go to the tea room to get some water and eat.
Xiao Jiang in the tea room saw her and walked away immediately. Don't let the anger get to her, she didn't want to cause trouble.
Zhou Juan became even angrier when Xiao Jiang was so eager to get away. After dawdling for a while, she returned to her workstation and found that Wu Wei was already busy with tomorrow's work.
She couldn't help but deliberately push her stack towards him. Wu Wei pretended not to see it and even moved a little towards Zhang Datong, away from her.
The proofreading team had a lot of manuscripts, so they used a large workbench made up of two tables, covered with a board to prevent the manuscripts from falling through the gaps.
So the three of them can sit on one side, or they can sit on both sides separately, it’s all fine.
Wu Wei didn't want to help Zhou Juan anymore, so he simply pulled Zhang Datong to sit opposite him and built a thick "city wall" between the two sides, so that out of sight, out of mind.
Zhou Juan was so angry that she deliberately took out her red envelope, counted the money, and disgusted them.
He counted and pointed, "Oh, that's more than seven dollars. Next time I'll try harder and try to get ten or twenty dollars."
Wu Wei suddenly looked at Zhang Datong and smiled.
After get off work, the two of them privately compared the amount of the red envelopes. He had been away for a few months, and the magazine sales didn't help much. They only managed to get more than 10,000 copies, so the total amount of the red envelopes was 10.64 yuan.
Zhang Datong spent the longest time in the proofreading group and undertook the heaviest workload. The magazine sold more than 30,000 copies, and his red envelope was 31.44 yuan.
They all have more than Zhang Juan! Especially Zhang Datong, there are much more!
The two suspected that everyone's basic red envelope amount was different, and whoever worked harder and longer would receive a larger basic amount.
Otherwise, why would Zhou Juan have so much less than them?
The two of them took out paper and pen to calculate, and it became clear in an instant——
The basic amount is indeed divided into different levels.
Zhou Juan's is five yuan, which should be the lowest, because she doesn't work seriously and always pushes the work to her colleagues.
The other two dollars or so are based on magazine sales. Since I’ve already received a commission, the proportion this time is not high. It’s just to add a bonus.
The mid-range ones are like Wu Wei, who is active, conscientious and responsible at work, but has been away for a while, so his salary is ten yuan.
The high-end one should be Zhang Datong, 30 yuan! When Wu Wei was away, Xiao Zhao was also an expert at cutting corners, just like Zhou Juan. During that period, all the work was undertaken by Zhang Datong, so his was the highest.
As to whether there are other price ranges between 10 and 30 yuan, it is not clear at the moment.
In short, this incident was enough for them to laugh at Zhou Juan behind her back.
But they didn't want to escalate the conflict, so they kept silent.
When others heard Zhou Juan bragging, they also did some calculations and realized that their basic red envelopes were much higher than Zhou Juan's, and they were happy to make a fortune in silence.
As for Ding Can and Zhao Maimiao, they have just joined the company and their long-term performance remains to be seen, so they are temporarily assigned the lowest level.
There is nothing unbalanced between the two of them. They still live in Editor-in-Chief Yao's house. They just need to work hard and not think too much.
So the entire editorial department became busy and diligent again. Only Zhou Juan was proud. However, she was the only one with the lowest basic salary except for the two newcomers. She was still in the dark and had no idea about it.
Everyone tacitly kept silent and didn't tell her.
As a result, when he got off work, Xiao Song was in a hurry to go back to accompany someone on a blind date, and left the red envelope in the drawer. Zhou Juan was the last one to leave, and hurried to look through it.
After finding the red envelope and opening it, I was dumbfounded.
Why is that? It's much more than hers! Obviously, Xiao Song's magazine sales are not much higher than hers.
She was so angry that she immediately stuffed the red envelope back, pouted, and prepared to go home.
Turning her head, she was startled to see Xie Dayou standing at the door. Knowing that he was from the province, she didn't dare to act rashly, so she forced herself to smile and said, "Uncle Xie, you haven't left yet?"
"I was afraid you forgot to lock the door again." Xie Dayou's face was very serious. He used to love scolding people when he was in the province. Now that he saw that Zhou Juan had bad intentions, he couldn't help but get angry and immediately scolded Zhou Juan.
Zhou Juan didn't dare to talk back, because the man would go find his old comrade and say a few words to slander her mother, so she had to suppress her anger and listen to the end.
I didn't expect that old man Xie would be so excessive. Not only did he scold her, he also asked her to write a letter of apology.
She refused to do it and refused to agree with her neck stiff. Xie Dayou immediately dragged her out, locked the door, and called her mother to complain.
Zhou Juan grabbed the microphone with despair, and was scolded by her mother again. With tears in her eyes, she threw the microphone and ran out crying.
It was winter and she didn't ride a bike. Usually Xu Wei would take her here, but today Xu Wei thought she was petty and didn't come, so she had to take the bus back by herself.
When I got home, I didn't say a word. I went into my room and lay on the bed and cried.
I called her to eat, but she ignored me and continued crying.
In the end, the whole family had to eat first and leave her portion to heat up when she wanted to eat.
Xu's mother tried to persuade Xu Wei: "Son, you need to talk to her. It's New Year's Day and she's crying all day. What a shame."
"I've told my mother, but she won't listen. Let her suffer a little. She's too pampered." Xu Wei is not a person who can't tell right from wrong. The publishing house has made remarkable progress since Yao Zhizhi took over. He roughly calculated the accounts. According to Zhou Juan's monthly report on the battle situation, the publishing house has generated more than 100,000 yuan in revenue this year just from that magazine. This is several times the income of the publishing house in previous years!
The old president must be so happy, he must have been praised by his superiors a lot! No wonder he was so generous with his New Year gifts.
Even so, Zhou Juan is still making a fuss. Why bother? Isn't it better for everyone to work together and make more money?
Besides, the red envelopes are meant to add good luck, and most of the money goes into leather shoes, silk scarves, powder and roast duck.
Why can't she figure it out? I don't understand. Maybe the mother-in-law has spoiled her daughter.
After dinner, he wanted to open the door of the room, but it was locked again. He had to find tools and remove the lock.
I took it apart and put it back together, soaked my feet, turned on the electric blanket, and went to sleep.
After a day of work, he felt exhausted. After all, school always had a lot to do at the end of the semester. He had to supervise the students and help Chang Dongqing follow up on a research project in the nearby farmland. He was exhausted and had no mood to care about Zhou Juan's little mood.
I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow.
Zhou Juan waited for a long time but received no comfort. She felt so aggrieved that her soft sobs turned into loud tears, waking up Xu Wei.
Sitting up dazedly, he grabbed a handful of hair and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhou Juan turned her back and said angrily, "Xiao Song got more red envelopes than me! Xie Dayou scolded me, and my mom criticized me, but you ignored me! You all treated me like this, and you still don't allow me to cry."
That’s it? Xu Wei was convinced: “If you had seen how Mr. Chang scolded me for making a mistake in writing down an experimental data, you wouldn’t have cried.”
"How can they be the same? I didn't write the data wrong." Zhou Juan was not convinced.
Xu Wei was so angry that he laughed: "Then you always ask for leave, cut corners, and ask Wu Wei and Zhang Datong to help you. How is that different? That's right, it is different. I was careless, not intentional, but you were intentional. Others have more than you, so isn't that normal?"
Zhou Juan didn't expect that he was not on her side at all, and she cried even more sadly.
Xu Wei was so sleepy that he had to listen to her howling, so he decided to just stay in a guesthouse for the night.
The next day, Zhou Juan, with red and swollen eyes, didn't want to go to work, nor did she ask for leave. She went straight to the hospital to buy eye drops.
She happened to see Cao Guangyuan coming to give the child some sugar pills, so she took her anger out on him: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman cry?"
Cao Guangyuan was completely baffled: "I didn't offend you, did I?"
"Why didn't you provoke me? You knew I didn't have any children, but you still brought your child here to show off." Zhou Juan was angry all night and now she was like a powder keg.
Cao Guangyuan couldn't afford to offend him, so he quickly carried his little daughter to the back where vaccinations were to be given.
Yao Yingying caught a cold today and was feeling unwell, so he took a special leave to come here, but he didn't have time to argue with Zhou Juan.
After taking the sugar pills, the two met again at the hospital entrance. Cao Guangyuan didn't want to get involved and turned away, but Zhou Juan sneered, "When will you come to buy a Zihe T-type car next time?"
"Ah?" Cao Guangyuan stopped and looked back at her on the side of the road.
Zhou Juan took a few steps forward, lifted the blanket, took a look at the baby in the cradle, and was filled with envy.
Even if it's a daughter, it's better than not having a child at all.
It's ridiculous that Cao Guangyuan is still buying placenta in the hope of having a son! If he knew his wife had an IUD, wouldn't he make a scene?
But she didn't want to bring trouble upon herself, so she hinted cryptically, "I think you'd better not buy it. Give it to me. It's useless even if you buy it."
"Why is it useless? What do you mean?" Cao Guangyuan was annoyed. What kind of person is this? Is he trying to say that he is destined to be childless and that he should stop making such a fuss?
Why? Who does she think she is?
He rolled his eyes in anger, pushed her away, and quickly took the child back.
Zhou Juan laughed and shouted after him, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now. You'll understand it after a while. I mean well!"
Cao Guangyuan turned around and cursed, "You're crazy!"
Seeing him so angry, Zhou Juan was in a good mood. "Don't worry about whether I'm crazy or not. You should worry about your wallet. Don't waste such expensive Chinese medicine."
Cao Guangyuan couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't win the argument, so he didn't look back and quickly got on the bus and went home.
When he returned home, he saw that Yao Yingying was still bedridden and his eldest daughter was playing alone in the outer room. He was so scared that he quickly put his youngest daughter in the cradle and told the older one to keep an eye on her.
I went to the room and touched her forehead, only to find that Yao Yingying had a fever.
He wanted to send her to the hospital, but he was not a superhuman. What should he do with the two children?
If I don't go, I'm afraid something might happen to her. It would be so pitiful for the child to lose her mother.
I had to ask the neighbors for help, but it was almost the New Year and every household was busy. In the end, only the enthusiastic Aunt Mao came.
"Go quickly. I'll take the child home. You don't have to worry about lunch. Just take care of Yingzi." Aunt Mao held a child in each hand and prepared to go back to the alley.
Cao Guangyuan was very grateful and quickly carried Yao Yingying on his back and rushed to the bus stop.
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