"They attacked! They attacked!"
Jiang's mother handed the phone to her husband so that he could watch it with great joy.
After taking the phone and reading the text message, Jiang's father finally felt relieved.
Having narrowly escaped disaster, his expression changed, and he couldn't help but criticize the "mastermind" beside him, who was guilty of such a heinous act: "You're not allowed to buy these kinds of fraudulent financial products again."
Upon hearing this, Jiang's mother's face changed as quickly as the weather in July; pointing at Jiang's father, she retorted angrily, "If it weren't for your consent, do you think I would have invested so much money? Besides, you were the one who eagerly borrowed this 20,000 yuan. I took the blame for you, and now you're blaming me?"
Seeing his wife turn pale with anger and about to hit him, Jiang's father, who was in the wrong, quickly compromised and coaxed her insincerely, "Okay, okay! Don't be angry, wife, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!"
When a woman is angry, no matter how right you are, you are wrong. After so many years of marriage, Mr. Jiang knows this very well.
After hearing this, Jiang's mother calmed down a little, but deep down she still couldn't forgive her husband.
Seeing this, Jiang's father had no choice but to keep coaxing him.
...
The money has been transferred, and my wallet is now thinner.
Jiang Yimei, overwhelmed with worries, pondered how to make money.
After much deliberation, she still felt that her first job was more reliable, as she could earn at least five thousand a month.
This is the money I receive after paying social insurance and housing fund contributions and deducting taxes. In total, it amounts to six or seven thousand yuan; and if there are commissions, I can earn even more.
However, she had already told the old witch and her colleagues that she was leaving the company. If she went back now, wouldn't that be a slap in her own face?
Besides, being controlled by Lin Congzhi and the old witch isn't pleasant either, is it?
"Think about it again...think about it again..."
Jiang Yimei really didn't want to go back unless absolutely necessary; she would rather die than go back.
...
After who knows how much time had passed, Yao Yao finally returned.
The next moment, Jiang Yimei, who was lying on the sofa, rushed over and pulled the exhausted Yaoyao to sit down on the sofa, and began to pour out her heart.
Suddenly pulled over, Yao Yao was a little confused, wondering what Yi Yi was up to.
"Have you already found a job?"
Thinking about it, she lowered her guard and listened attentively.
"Yaoyao, this is so annoying, I don't know what to do."
Seeing Jiang Yimei collapse into her arms, complaining like a helpless child, Yaoyao was bewildered and asked, "Yiyi, what's wrong?"
Jiang Yimei recounted in detail her phone call with her mother that afternoon…
After listening, Yao Yao first sympathized with Yi Yi, and then generously said, "If you really can't hold on, I can lend you tens of thousands of yuan."
Jiang Yimei felt a warmth in her heart; she hadn't expected Yaoyao to be so generous.
However, her complaint wasn't about money, but about her job: "Yaoyao, what I'm worried about right now isn't money, but my job. The low pay is clearly not enough to cover my and my family's expenses!"
Yao Yao was immediately surprised: "After searching for so many days, you still haven't found a satisfactory job?"
“No, their reasons for rejecting me were surprisingly consistent: they all said I wasn’t a good fit for their jobs,” Jiang Yimei replied with a distressed expression.
“I already told you, this was Lin Congzhi’s doing, but you just wouldn’t believe me.”
Yao Yao was furious. She truly felt sorry for her best friend's misfortune and was angry at her lack of ambition.
Jiang Yimei couldn't believe that Lin Congzhi was behind this, but after being rebuffed for so many days, she couldn't refute it anymore, so she could only plead, "What should we do now? Yaoyao, please give me a way out!"
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