Chapter 43 Salary Advance
After leaving the hospital, Zhao Xue went to her workplace.
Although Zhao Xue was a local, her family had no connections and her conditions were not good. After she married Zhou Qiang, Zhou Qiang spent money to buy her a temporary job in the army canteen.
It was fine when Zhou Qiang was around. Although Zhao Xue asked for leave from time to time, it was not excessive.
After Zhou Qiang passed away, with the help of Qin Lie and some "friends", Zhao Xue rarely went to the cafeteria to work.
Fortunately, Zhao Xue also knew that if she really lost this temporary job, she would have even less marketability in the marriage market, so she had to maintain her working frequency at the minimum level without being fired.
However, her hardworking colleagues are very dissatisfied with her style of work.
Before Zhao Xue reached the cafeteria kitchen, she heard voices coming from the kitchen door.
"When will Zhao Xue quit? Then I'll let my little daughter fill in the gap."
"Should it be soon? I heard she's cleaning a soldier's ass. Looks like she's getting married."
"It hasn't even been a year since her previous husband passed away? They found a new one so quickly."
"She's not afraid of getting dirty and can clean up other people's butts. I'm not jealous of her popularity."
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As Zhao Xue listened to these words, her face turned pale and blue. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and pushed open the kitchen door.
The crowd, who were gossiping enthusiastically, looked a little uncomfortable when they saw her and soon dispersed.
Except for the curly-haired lady who was wiping the table.
The curly-haired lady rolled her eyes at Zhao Xue, lowered her head and continued to wipe the table.
Seeing this, Zhao Xue's anger that had been accumulating in the hospital was instantly ignited. She rolled up her sleeves and rushed towards the curly-haired aunt.
The curly-haired aunt's arms were as thick as Zhao Xue's thighs. After dodging easily, she pressed Zhao Xue to the ground and slapped her in the face left and right.
"You shameless little whore, you think I'm a sick cat if the tiger doesn't show its might."
"I didn't bother with you about seducing my son last time, but today I'm giving you some face."
After that, several more slaps came down.
Seeing that Zhao Xue had been beaten into a pig's head, the people watching the excitement around him finally reacted and immediately stepped forward to stop him.
The curly-haired woman was stopped and didn't continue the fight. She spat on the ground and said with disgust, "What? That Qin guy doesn't want you anymore? He wants you, an officer's wife, to go back to the cafeteria to work."
When Zhao Xue heard these heart-wrenching words, her heart ached.
Although she and Qin Lie were tied to the same hemp rope, Qin Lie's attitude towards her was not good now.
She had no doubt that when the matter was resolved, Qin Lie would deal with her next.
Now she has only one option.
"I'm going to get married again soon, and I'll invite everyone to the wedding."
Zhao Xue's words instantly aroused everyone's curiosity, and even the curly-haired lady next to her didn't care about being angry.
Although Zhao Xue's lifestyle was a bit undisciplined, no one expected that she would get married suddenly.
"Zhao Xue, who is your partner? Do we know each other?"
"Is it Brother Hei? Or Deputy Battalion Commander Qin, or maybe..."
"I knew that a woman with a good personality and good looks like you, Xiaoxue, would have no trouble finding a husband."
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Listening to everyone's flattery, Zhao Xue felt less panicked and even showed a smug smile on her face.
"Everyone knows the person I'm going to marry. It's Qin Lie."
The best way is to become Qin Lie's wife legitimately, be completely tied to him, and become a community of interests.
Hearing this, everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Although there have been rumors in recent days that Zhao Xue took close care of Qin Lie in the hospital and even covered up for him, everyone was a little skeptical.
After all, everyone knew that Qin Lie had a fiancée, but no one expected that Qin Lie would actually cancel the marriage and get involved with Zhao Xue, a divorced woman.
"What about Deputy Battalion Commander Qin's fiancée?"
One of the gossipy old men asked curiously.
Hearing this, Zhao Xue's eyes flashed with disgust. After the current matter was resolved and she and Qin Lie got married, she would not let Su Nanzhi have an easy time.
"What fiancée? That was arranged by the old man in the family when he got drunk. Brother Qin and his ex-fiancée have nothing in common."
After hearing this explanation, everyone's expressions changed, but no one said anything else.
Zhao Xue did not stay in the kitchen and went straight to the office next to the cafeteria.
"Director, I'd like to get an advance on my salary."
The canteen director, who was writing documents with his head down, looked up and saw Zhao Xue, and his face immediately darkened.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Qiang was a martyr, Zhao Xue would have been fired long ago for her half-hearted work attitude. Now she even has the nerve to ask for an advance on her salary.
Advance what? Advance air?
Zhao Xue looked at the director's ugly face and couldn't help feeling a little guilty.
Qin Lie didn't know if he was too provoked by Su Nanzhi, as he was the one who had to collect the hush money.
But because he didn't get the money back from Su Nanzhi and had a falling out with her, Qin Lie took out his anger on her.
This is why she appeared in the cafeteria.
"Director, my child has been sick recently so I haven't been to work."
"Please give me an advance on my salary."
The director didn't even raise his head. It wasn't his child who was sick, but the advance money came from his pocket.
Seeing that he was unmoved, Zhao Xue rolled her eyes and continued, "After Qin Lie and I get married, I will return the advance salary."
Hearing this, the director's eyes lit up and he raised his head.
Ten minutes later.
Zhao Xue touched the envelope containing 100 yuan in her pocket and walked out of the office.
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