It is very rare for women to be promoted when working in an office.
From ancient times to the present, women have had no advantages in the workplace.
Even in later generations, among executives and high-ranking officials, the number of men crushed that of women.
She could vaguely guess what Han Chunmei wanted to test, and did not hide it: "I am a self-employed person."
Self-employed?
Everyone present except Liu Yuzhou and Zhao Wei was very surprised.
The self-employed people they can think of are not the kind of bosses who talk business with a mobile phone.
They are the ones selling vegetables in the market, setting up stalls on the street, or walking around the streets selling fried snacks...
In short, it is not a job that is prestigious.
"Oh..." Han Chunmei understood. "It would be great if you two could return to the capital. We have a vacancy in our department and can help you find a job. It's a stable job with good salary and benefits. You can get more than 80 yuan a month, and there's rice and oil at the end of the year."
She felt that a salary of more than 80 yuan was quite decent.
It is better than being an individual business owner who is exposed to the wind and sun every day.
Meng Zhen didn't know where the other person got his confidence from. He was so confident that she felt a little distressed.
Eighty yuan a month is not enough for her to buy clothes.
Before she could speak, the man beside her glanced at Han Chunmei with a sharp gaze: "Thank you, my wife has her own plans. A department where people just sit around and wait for death is not suitable for her."
In one sentence, Han Chunmei's work is also defined.
Just eat and wait for death.
It doesn't sound like a good word.
Zhao Wei couldn't help but interrupt: "Don't mention it, my sister-in-law earns more than 80 yuan a day. If I had met my sister-in-law earlier, I might have become a self-employed person."
Everyone was secretly surprised. Earning more than 80 yuan a day?
Is it possible to earn several thousand a month?
Oh my God, how long would that stall have to run day and night? Do all self-employed individuals make money this way?
Ruan Dong and the others were curious.
"Sister-in-law, what kind of business are you in?"
Since everyone asked, Meng Zhen had no choice but to take out the small card.
No, it's a business card.
"I make custom clothing. This is my studio business card, detailing my business scope. Oh, and my new shop is opening soon. Everyone is welcome to come and support us!"
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