No matter the other party's eyes, tone or words, Shen Mingzhu felt very unhappy.

She patiently asked the other party, "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Cui Junyou's mother laughed dryly, "It's like this, I want to find a nanny for my Junyou. I think you are good at taking care of children. I heard from Teacher Ou that your Ziheng has very good grades. As long as you can make my Junyou achieve the same grades as your Pei Ziheng, I will give you fifty yuan a month."

"Sorry, I'm not interested. You can find someone else." After saying that, Shen Mingzhu prepared to return to the classroom.

Cui Junyou's mother held her back, looking down on her. "I haven't finished talking yet. It's not too late for you to decide after I hear you. My family has already hired a nanny to do housework. You only need to come to my house at 5pm every day to help my son Junyou with his homework. You don't have to do housework. I'll also give you dinner. How about that?"

Shen Mingzhu smiled politely, "I'm sorry, I'm really not interested."

Cui Junyou's mother sneered and said, "Let's be frank. Just name a price. How much do you want?"

Seeing that the other party didn't understand what she was saying, Shen Mingzhu didn't hesitate, "One thousand a month, not a cent less."

Cui Junyou's mother was stunned, then angrily said: "Are you crazy? If I didn't see that it's not easy for a rural woman like you to be a stepmother, and I wanted to give you a job, do you think I would look for you? I can easily spend some money to hire a college student to teach my Junyou, it doesn't have to be you."

Cui Junyou's mother's scolding attracted many parents to watch. Ou Liya happened to come to the classroom and saw people gathered at the door of the classroom, so she hurried over.

"What happened?"

Cui Junyou's mother publicly accused Shen Mingzhu of being ungrateful, "...I think she is good at taking care of children, so I kindly gave her a job. As long as she comes home every night to help my son Junyou with his homework, she doesn't have to do anything else. I gave her 50 yuan a month. Not only did she not appreciate it, but she also asked me for 1,000 yuan a month. This is simply unreasonable."

For a moment, the parents all looked at Shen Mingzhu with condemning eyes, and they all denounced Shen Mingzhu one after another.

"Mother Pei Ziheng, this is your fault. With a rural household registration like you, you can only work as a temporary worker in the factory, working from morning till night, and only earning forty or fifty yuan a month. Mother Junyou only lets you help take care of the children and do their homework, and gives you fifty yuan a month, which is a generous treatment."

"Yes, it's such a good job. If it were me, I would be grateful enough."

"You are from the countryside, and you have to be a stepmother to eat commercial grain. I don't know why you are being so pretentious."

The class teacher Ou Liya knew that Shen Mingzhu had run her own food factory, but she had no intention of helping Shen Mingzhu out of the predicament. Instead, she was just waiting to see the show.

She had the same idea as this group of parents who were unaware of the truth. She looked down on Shen Mingzhu from the bottom of her heart and thought that Shen Mingzhu was a woman who would do anything to climb up the ladder. She wanted to humiliate Shen Mingzhu.

Shen Mingzhu felt like a fucked up dog.

Just when she was about to retaliate without any discrimination, Pei Ziheng suddenly squeezed next to her and said crisply: "Mom, you should also hire a nanny for me. I don't need her to help me with my homework. She just needs to pick me up from school every day, carry my schoolbag for me, and help serve tea and water while I do my homework."

After saying that, Pei Ziheng raised his white and tender little hand and pointed at Cui Junyou's mother, "Let's choose her. She looks more like a nanny. We will also pay her fifty yuan a month."

Shen Mingzhu's anger was instantly calmed by her son's words.

She gave her son a thumbs up, then smiled at Cui Junyou's mother, who had an unhappy expression on her face, and said, "What a coincidence! My Ziheng also likes you as a nanny. How about you become my Ziheng's nanny?"

Cui Junyou's mother was so angry that her face was twisted. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are worthy of me being your babysitter?"

Shen Mingzhu sneered, "It's only natural for you to pay me to be your nanny, but why can't I pay you to be my nanny? We all have one nose, two eyes, and one mouth, so who is more noble than the other?"

"You're right. I'm not a thing, but you are a thing."

Pei Ziheng said sarcastically, "You only make 4,000 or 5,000 yuan a year, and you still have the nerve to show off your wealth. My mother made 3,000 or 4,000 yuan during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she didn't say anything."

"Tsk~"

Cui Junyou's mother looked at the mother and son with disdain. "I was wrong. I thought you were a good parent, but I didn't expect you would teach your child to brag. With your ability, you can earn three or four thousand yuan in one Mid-Autumn Festival? You must be dreaming, right?"

The other parents obviously didn't believe that Shen Mingzhu had this ability and they all snickered.

It's no wonder they look down on others. The average annual income of an average person in Fengcheng is around 600 yuan. For Shen Mingzhu, a housewife from the countryside, it's considered good enough for her to find a job to support her family.

Shen Mingzhu had no intention of arguing any more about the income. After all, the wise way of survival is to keep your wealth within reach.

What if someone asked her to borrow money? Just as she was about to end the meaningless dispute and take Pei Ziheng back to the classroom, someone in the crowd suddenly called her -

"Director Shen."

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Shen Mingzhu turned around and found that the person calling her was a woman who looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen her.

Seeing her confused expression, the other party introduced herself with a smile, "I am Shi Fuguo's wife. Last time you came to our store to stock up, I peeled a grapefruit for you to eat. Don't you remember?"

Speaking of pomelo, Shen Mingzhu remembered.

She had never eaten such a sour grapefruit in her entire two lifetimes, and she frowned whenever she thought about it now.

Although she was thinking, she still politely greeted the other party, "Sister, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to meet you here. Are you here for the parents' meeting too?"

"Yes, my son is in the third grade. I saw you from a distance and thought I was seeing things, but it turned out to be you."

As he said this, he looked at Cui Junyou's mother with curiosity, "What are you talking about? It sounds like you are talking quite lively."

At this time, a parent who was watching the show couldn't help but ask, "You just called her the factory director, what factory?"

"It's a food factory. They run it themselves. It's amazing."

After hearing this, the eyes of the parents around looking at Shen Mingzhu suddenly changed.

It went from condemnation and contempt to shock and admiration.

Seeing someone so young actually run a factory? Cui Junyou's mother stared at Shen Mingzhu in disbelief, "You opened a food factory? You're just bragging, aren't you?"

Without waiting for Shen Mingzhu to respond, Ou Liya, who had been watching the show, suddenly spoke up, "It is a rare fate for the children to be able to study in the same class and be classmates. There is no need to hurt the harmony over a small matter. Ziheng's mother and Junyou's mother have no ill intentions, so don't be too sensitive."