Shen Hongmei was scolded by Gu Nanzhi and went back grumbling in her heart.
Chen Ting waited for a long time but her friend didn't call, so she had to call back herself.
"Mom, have you gone to the Ning family's house?"
“I’m going,” Shen Hongmei replied reluctantly.
Now, whenever she hears the name Ning family, her brows furrow as if they're about to form a knot.
Hearing her mother-in-law's tone, Chen Ting's heart skipped a beat. "How is it?"
What else can be done?
“That bitch Gu Nanzhi has become quite successful now, and she doesn’t respect me, her sister-in-law, at all.”
She said that if Xiao Chen wants to get promoted, he can only rely on his own abilities.
"Chen Ting, do you think we could ask that guy surnamed Sang to talk to you about pillow talk? That would be more effective than anything we say."
Chen Ting's eyes widened. "Mom, you think too highly of me."
"They don't even look at me."
"How could I possibly have the ability to influence her through pillow talk?"
Shen Hongmei replied, "How will you know it won't work if you don't try?"
What if we do it?
"Alright, I'll leave this matter to you. I'm too old to help you much in the future."
Shen Hongmei hung up the phone after she finished speaking.
She's getting old and too sensitive to be mistreated by others anymore.
Chen Ting wanted to say that it was her son, but her mother-in-law hung up the phone immediately.
She sighed softly, knowing she had to find another way.
...
When Sang Feiyu arrived at work today, she saw two other data clerks knitting and chatting.
Today is her third day at work. Apart from getting familiar with the location of the files, she hasn't done much work.
The other two document clerks are responsible for receiving and sending documents, including receiving various telegrams, notices, and policy documents, and distributing them to relevant departments.
Another person, like her, was responsible for file management and maintenance of war preparedness data.
When necessary, they would also be called upon to take meeting minutes and organize political study materials.
Sang Feiyu was very satisfied with the job. Commander Qin had not lied to her; it was indeed a very easy job.
The key point is that as long as you come to work, you get paid every day, and the monthly salary is 40 yuan, plus a 5 yuan confidentiality fee.
It's not much money, but even fly meat is meat.
Moreover, having a job would reduce a lot of gossip, preventing others from seeing her idle at home every day and criticizing her behind her back for not taking care of her child and not looking for a job.
In this day and age, rumors can kill people, so she thought it best to avoid trouble.
When the two data clerks saw her come in, they both stopped what they were doing. "Comrade Sang, would you like to knit a sweater like us?"
"It would be very boring to sit here every day."
Sang Feiyu was stunned for a moment after hearing what the data clerk He Meiling said. Knitting a sweater?
She will never spend time knitting sweaters in her entire life.
She has so many books in her space. She uses her consciousness to go into the space and read them whenever she has free time. She's afraid she'll never finish reading all of them in her lifetime.
"Sister Meiling, I'm not good at handicrafts, I'd rather look at the files."
He Meiling held the light blue ball of yarn, her fingertips twirling around the end of the thread, without looking up. "This is very simple."
“I knit all the sweaters in my family. Every year I take them apart, wash them, and then knit them again.”
"Especially after having children, the sizes they wear change every year, so I have to re-knit everything."
Suddenly there was a knock on the door of the archives room, which startled He Meiling and Gao Jinfeng so much that they hurriedly hid the half-knitted sweater in the drawer.
After confirming that they were all hidden, Sang Feiyu asked, "Who?"
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