Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

The original owner didn't know this, but Qiao Ruizhu did.

That's why she came here today.

"Uncle Song, to be honest, I have to go to the countryside early tomorrow morning."

"I came to see Uncle Song today to talk about the job my mother left for me..."

"What? You want to go to the countryside?" Song Chengcai couldn't believe his ears:

"Nonsense, what country are you from?"

"You have a job waiting for you..." He looked at Qiao Ruizhu sharply:

"Was this your own idea or was someone forcing you to do this?"

"Don't worry, tell me, Uncle Song will take care of it for you."

As expected of a factory manager, he already had some guesses in his mind:

"Tell uncle, have they been bullying you all these years?"

Qiao Ruizhu lowered her head, her voice slightly choked.

He recounted the original owner's experience in a grievance-filled manner.

Song Chengcai was so angry that he slammed his fist on the desk, making a "bang" sound:

"Asshole! Qiao Yongjun, that bastard, how dare he do this to you."

"You are not only Qingqing's daughter, but also Qiao Yongjun's own flesh and blood. He is simply unfit to be a father. You are worse than an animal!"

He actually thought that Qiao Yongjun and Liang Enhong had been good to the child left by Qingqing over the years.

He also vaguely heard that the child was difficult to discipline and was willful and domineering.

So I usually take extra care of this couple.

He never dared to think that this couple would dare to treat Qingqing's only daughter badly under his nose using the benefits given by the Cheng family and him.

He was so angry that he paced around the office for a while before finally calming down.

"What do you think now, kid?"

"If you really don't want to go to the countryside, Uncle Song will go and see if he can find a way for you."

After all, strictly speaking, Qiao Ruizhu has a job.

Although the original file stated that Qiao Ruizhu could only take over Cheng Qingqing's job when she was 18 years old, he was the factory director.

If it really doesn't work, use your power to let Qiao Ruizhu take up the post early. Who dares to say anything?

"It's too late, Uncle Song," Qiao Ruizhu was touched. She could tell that Song Chengcai really cared about her, and she didn't want to burden him.

What's more, she still has to complete the world mission issued by the quick-travel game.

This village must be visited.

"The train tickets have already been delivered to me. If I don't go to the countryside now, I will definitely face consequences from my superiors."

Qiao Ruizhu stretched out her hand and pointed upwards.

"I want to ask Uncle Song for a favor."

Song Chengcai was silent for a moment.

He naturally knew the severity of the current situation.

Now is a special period and no one dares to make any mistakes.

As the factory director, there are countless eyes watching him from behind.

Every day is like walking on thin ice.

"Girl, just tell me, uncle will definitely help you." Song Chengcai's tone was a little lonely.

The old factory director has only one daughter in his family, and he can't even protect her. He is really useless.

"Uncle Song, this is it. I'll be eighteen in less than a year."

"I've thought about it. Even if I don't go to the countryside, my stepmother won't give up her job."

"After all, she is my elder."

"If things get out of hand, I won't be able to work properly here. It will inevitably cause trouble for the factory."

Song Chengcai had to nod.

I used to think Liang Enhong was a kind person, but after listening to Qiao Ruizhu's words, I realized that with Liang Enhong's personality, she would definitely not be willing to give up her job when the time comes.

But it is not completely unsolvable.

"I want Uncle Song to assign my job to someone else when the time comes."

Song Chengcai was stunned.

I never expected Qiao Ruizhu to come up with this idea. But I have to say...it's a really good idea.

"Girl, have you thought it through?"

"Do you know what this means?"

"If this job is given away, you can't come back by using a job opportunity even if you reach the age."

Song Chengcai had to remind Qiao Ruizhu of the possible consequences.

"I've made up my mind, Uncle Song." Qiao Ruizhu looked at Song Chengcai with a firm look in her eyes:

"Rather than letting Liang Enhong take my job and my salary for granted, it would be better to sell the job when the time comes."

"Anyway, I'm not here, so no one can say anything wrong."

Song Chengcai thought about it and felt that this was the only way.

"Okay. If you've made up your mind, just write a note about the transfer of the commissioned work, and your uncle will arrange the rest for you."

Qiao Ruizhu nodded.

I immediately wrote the power of attorney in the office.

During this time, Song Chengcai began to rummage through the drawers and went out again.

Song Chengcai returned to the office only after Qiao Ruizhu finished drinking a cup of malted milk. As soon as he came in, he handed her a thick envelope.

"Child, take it," said Song Chengcai.

"Here's one thousand yuan. It's for transferring your mother's job."

"Uncle Song, this is too much. You don't have to give me so much."

Qiao Ruizhu knew that work at the textile factory wasn't as easy as working at the supply and marketing cooperative. According to market conditions, a normal sale price of 800 yuan would be considered good.

What's more, Director Song paid the money himself, and no one knew where he got it from in such a short time.

"Just take it if I give it to you," Song Chengcai said without hesitation.

He pulled another envelope from his pocket.

"Uncle Song doesn't have much money on him. These are for you to spend on the journey."

"When you go to the countryside, don't work too hard. Eat when you need to, and be lazy when you need to."

As he spoke, he looked a little awkward. Normally, such words should not be said by a state official like him.

But at this moment, he was just a worried elder in front of Qiao Ruizhu.

Qiao Ruizhu held the thick envelope, which contained some scraps of cardboard, so there should be quite a few tickets.

"Uncle Song...I can't accept this..." Qiao Ruizhu said weakly.

It has already caused a lot of trouble to others.

Well, why not just add a little more?

Thinking of the house where the Qiao family lives now, she heard that Uncle Song's family lives in a very crowded house.

……

"What did you say, girl...you want to sell the house your family lives in now?"

Song Chengcai was surprised.

"Will Qiao Yongjun and your stepmother agree to this?"

"Besides, if we sell this house, where will you live when you come back? This is not okay, not okay."

Song Chengcai thought this was childish talk and disagreed. A child of Ruizhu's age probably didn't understand what a house meant to a family these days.

Take his family for example, he is a single-income family and his wife does not have a job.

There were three sons and one daughter in the family, all squeezed into the tube-shaped building allocated by the factory.

There was only one and a half rooms, which were forcibly divided into three. It was no exaggeration to say that he didn't even dare to turn over in his sleep.

He also tried to stay in the factory on his days off so that when he got home his wife wouldn't nag him about how big he was and how much space he took up.

"I'm serious, Uncle Song." Qiao Ruizhu looked aggrieved and helpless.

"Although the house title is in my name, when my stepmother first came into the house, my father forced me to give up my room..."