Jia Yue: "That's true, we're graduating soon."
Although high school graduation now requires an exam, the required grades are subjective and depend on individual circumstances.
There are definitely excellent students, but good grades don't guarantee a better future.
Almost there, but the graduation certificate was fine.
Generally, those who can get into high school can graduate from high school.
The two had barely exchanged a few words when the teacher entered. He was a middle-aged male teacher, looking like an ordinary teacher, lecturing on a language arts textbook that made people sleepy. It was a language arts textbook, but not a political textbook.
Jia Yue was getting drowsy listening to this.
She wasn't the only one trapped below, but the teacher turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.
These days, teachers don't dare to interfere too much with these immature teenagers who are prone to making rash decisions.
At school, after listening to classes for half a day, Jia Yue felt that the classes were optional, and she just needed to remember to come back for the exam later.
She'd be better off going out to find a job instead of wasting this time!
She sighed. "Let's talk about it after school. She can't really skip class; that's not like her. She'll ask for leave again tomorrow. Anyway, her family won't come to her school. She'll continue to ask for sick leave and then look for a job."
Next, she asked the school for leave, saying she was going home to recuperate. The injury on her forehead hadn't healed yet, and she had the concussion certificate from the hospital, so it was easy for her to get leave.
In addition, she didn't know anyone in her class, and she was practically invisible, so she managed to keep it a secret from both sides.
She had the time, but a problem arose: in this day and age, jobs were hard to find, and recruitment was usually done internally. If there were openings, they were usually filled internally, so there was no need to post recruitment notices.
Selling jobs is similar. Generally, if a family has extra jobs available, they'll be snapped up by someone with a keen eye. But she's all alone, with no family connections, so she has no clue how to buy a job.
It feels like I have energy but nowhere to use it, which is pretty frustrating.
Finally, Jia Yue turned her attention to Aunt Liu, the women's director.
Thinking this, Jia Yue successfully angered Xu Jiancheng, who had just finished drinking, at home. Then Xu Jiancheng beat her up. In the same way, she covered her head and fell down at the door.
He successfully landed himself back in the hospital.
In the same ward, next to me was the kind-hearted Aunt Liu.
The reason we can live together is because there aren't many people hospitalized these days. It's not that there aren't many sick people, but in this era, people are too poor. If they are sick, they usually take medicine and rarely go to the hospital.
When Youyou woke up, she first received a lot of care from the doctor. Aunt Chen scolded Xu Jiancheng severely, but he was drunk and his words were very unpleasant.
Jia Yue silently shed tears, and her stepmother had no choice but to pay the hospital fees.
There's nothing we can do; her public persona is that of a kind-hearted stepmother!
After everyone left, the ward became quiet.
Aunt Liu can't stand men with big kids. She just expressed her opinion, but because she's still injured her leg, she couldn't do it well.
"Jiayue, don't cry!"
"Aunt Liu, I know, but I can't help it. He's my own father, why can't he like me even a little bit! I'm his daughter too, sob sob..."
Aunt Liu felt sorry for her.
She had seen many pitiful girls, but Jia Yue's connection with her made her feel especially sorry for her.
Not every parent loves their child.
"My mom, my biological mom, loves me dearly. Before she passed away, she told me to live well. But Aunt Liu, living is so hard! I heard from my stepmother that she wants to send me to her hometown in the countryside after I graduate to be an educated youth and become a wife for her nephew for free."
Auntie, I don't know who to tell. I'm afraid people won't believe me. I'm really scared. My dad's job was arranged for him by my maternal grandparents, and the house we live in also belongs to them. Why are they treating me like this?
"When I become a sent-down youth, I'm afraid no one will even know if I die. Auntie, I'm so scared, boohoo..."
Aunt Liu felt increasingly distressed as she listened.
Parents do indeed have the power to decide whether their children go to the countryside.
As the women's director, her first priority was to resolve her problem.
But how can family problems be solved?
The saying "parents are more important than anything" makes their jobs difficult, unless, unless they have a job.
"Child, don't cry. Auntie is the women's director. Don't worry, Auntie will keep an eye on things for you."
Jia Yue looked at Aunt Liu with anticipation: "Can I really find a job? Auntie, I'm really scared. I can't stay at home, and I'm scared to go to the countryside. My mother left me a lot of money. As long as I have a job, I can spend the money."
Aunt Liu looked at her like a drowning person grasping at a glimmer of hope. Even though she couldn't openly discuss buying her a job, she still wanted to help.
Does playing the victim work?
It's useful, very useful, when it comes to the right person.
"Okay, stop crying. Auntie will keep an eye on things at work for you."
After a while, Jia Yue hurriedly wiped away her tears: "Auntie, I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was just feeling really upset, that's why I said those things. I know it's hard to find a job, so you don't need to worry about it."
"Auntie may not be able to find it for you, but she will keep an eye out for you."
"Then I'll thank you in advance, Auntie. You're so kind to me, just like a mother."
As she spoke, Jia Yue looked at Aunt Liu with longing, which made Aunt Liu feel a pang of sadness.
With her family background, finding a job wouldn't be too difficult, but it would require favors. It's not really necessary for a stranger, but if it costs money, she wouldn't hesitate to make a connection.
"If you were to buy a job, how much money could you afford?"
Around one thousand.
Aunt Liu was somewhat surprised to hear this. She hadn't expected the little girl to be able to hide money. She was pitiful but not stupid.
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