The next day, early morning.
"Cough cough..."
Feeling a little unwell, Wen He looked at the location on the map to confirm that she hadn't gone to the wrong place.
"Who are you looking for?" Wen He was stopped by the security guard at the door.
"Hello, I'm looking for Zhang Pengsheng."
"Come in, Mr. Zhang's office is on the second floor."
"Thanks."
After thanking him, Wen He went into the factory.
Based on the information provided by the security guard, Wen He found the office on the second floor.
Bang bang bang...
He knocked gently on the door.
"Come in." A voice came from inside the office.
"Good morning, Uncle Zhang. My mom asked me to come here for a job interview."
"You must be Xiao He. Come in."
Wen He walked to Uncle Zhang's desk, and he skillfully poured her a cup of tea.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Wen He carefully accepted the tea.
"Xiao He, you..." Uncle Zhang carefully examined Wen He, who was breathing slightly out of breath. He stood up and touched Wen He's forehead: "You have a fever, don't you?"
"I might have caught a bit of a cold, but it's okay, I can work," Wen He quickly replied.
"That won't do. Get well first before coming back to work."
Upon hearing this, Wen He shook her head: "If I go back like this today, I'll get scolded. I'm really fine. Uncle Zhang, please let me start working today."
"Isn't it normal to rest when you have a fever? Why are you being scolded?" Uncle Zhang was a little confused.
But since Wen He had said so, he couldn't go against her wishes.
"How about this?" As he spoke, Uncle Zhang took out his phone and sent a message.
A short while later, the office door was opened.
"Boss, you wanted to see me?" A girl walked in.
"Shanshan, go through Xiaohe's onboarding process," he instructed, then turned to look at Wen He.
"Xiao He, even if you start working today, you can go see a doctor or rest here. Just wait until you're better before starting work. We're a small factory, so the workload will be quite heavy. If you come to work while sick, it will only get worse."
Uncle Zhang's words touched Wen He. After thanking him, he left the office with Shan Shan.
Salary: 2500 RMB/month, paid on the 25th of each month.
Working hours: 8:00 AM to 7:00 PM.
[Lunch break is from 12:00 to 13:00.]
[Rest every Sunday, for a total of four days off per month.]
Using mobile phones, sleeping, being late, or leaving early are not allowed during work hours.
[A fine of 100 yuan for the first offense, 200 yuan for the second offense, and so on.]
After confirming that there were no problems, Wen He signed the contract.
The contract didn't mention any internship or probationary period, so this is most likely his salary as a full-time employee.
Wen He knew the salary was clearly too low, but he had no choice but to accept it.
Because his mother found him this job, he had to accept it even if the salary was only 1,000.
Knowing full well that their days are numbered, they still end up wasting their lives in places like this.
It wasn't that he didn't dare to resist, but that he simply couldn't resist.
He had no money at all.
The Douyin account is his father's, and the account is also linked to his father.
In other words, the money Wenhe earned from live streaming had nothing to do with him.
Furthermore, Wen's parents would snatch his phone and check it at any time, leaving him with absolutely no privacy.
It's impossible for him to secretly make money by linking his own account; he doesn't know what will happen if he's discovered.
As for the idea of exploding with my parents...
Wen He had never thought of it that way from beginning to end.
His fear of his parents was deeply ingrained in his bones; he wouldn't even dare to talk back, let alone do something so extreme.
He was nothing but a cowardly, pathetic wretch on the verge of death.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, I'm all better now," Wen He said.
Having no money for medical treatment, he chose to rest at the company.
Fortunately, it was just a mild fever. After taking medicine at noon and taking a nap, the fever subsided.
"It's alright, as long as you're better, you can start working tomorrow. Factory work is all assembly line work, it's not difficult, don't put pressure on yourself." Uncle Zhang patted his shoulder, seemingly very optimistic about Wen He.
"Yes, I will try my best."
He never expected his first day at the factory to end this way.
When Wen He got home, it was already 7:30 p.m.
"You're back," said Wen's mother.
"Um."
"How about it."
"fine."
Does the factory provide dinner?
"Not included."
"Oh, I thought dinner was provided, so I didn't cook for you. You can cook some noodles yourself."
"good."
"Remember to wash the dishes, chopsticks, and clothes after you finish eating, and also sweep the floor."
"Um."
The following process was exactly as arranged by Wen's mother, and as Wen He usually did.
Even though he was assigned to work in a factory, housework was still part of his job.
I quickly cooked a bowl of noodles, ate it, and then got busy.
Perhaps because of her illness, Wen He felt particularly tired today and didn't have the energy to do a live stream.
However……
Wen He had no idea that today might be the most relaxed day for the foreseeable future.
Starting from her second day at the factory, Wen He began working on the busy assembly line.
"Xiao He, let's work overtime today, this batch of goods is in short supply."
"Xiao He, don't rest this weekend. Someone has resigned, and I'm working hard to recruit someone. Could you help with his part for now? Once I find someone, I'll give you a few days off."
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