Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Just as the atmosphere was tense and everyone around was holding their breath, the leader, who was in his forties, asked:

"You say this house belongs to your son? What's your son's name? We investigated thoroughly before we came here. This house clearly belongs to Feng Qingqing's parents. Explain why a house that should be uninhabited is now yours?"

After hearing this, everyone whispered among themselves:

"Director Wang is right, the house does belong to the Feng family. But since the job has been transferred, it doesn't seem wrong to include the house."

"If you ask me, why should a young man like him live in such a big house? The factory should reconsider the situation of families with housing difficulties." This person clearly had concerns about housing.

"Qingqing is a kind-hearted girl. She went to the countryside to suffer herself, but she handed over the job to her cousin."

Hearing the murmurs around her, Feng Damei couldn't help but shout:

"This job has already been transferred to my son Hongbing, that's a fact."

"Director Wang, this house used to belong to my brother. After they both died in the line of duty, my poor niece, afraid of being reminded of the tragedy, transferred her job to my son Jiang Hongbing and went to the countryside herself. Everyone knows this."

After speaking, he looked up at his neighbors, and a few of them nodded in agreement.

After observing the reactions of those around her and Feng Damei, Wang Lihua took a step forward and looked at Feng Damei with a serious expression.

“You said your son has already taken a job at the factory. Which department and which position? Let him come out and tell us himself.”

“Here, here, we have a note for the transfer of jobs. My niece wrote it to my son herself before she went to the countryside. You can see for yourself.”

Today, Feng Damei happened to be carrying the note she was going to take to Jiang Hongbing, asking him to report to the factory the next day.

After she finished speaking, she carefully took out the note, unfolded it carefully, and handed it to Director Wang with both hands, her eyes still fixed on the note.

Wang Lihua casually took the slip of paper, glanced at it, paused for a moment, and then carefully examined the job transfer slip.

After finishing, he looked up, glanced at the people gathered around, and then looked at Feng Damei and her son with a playful expression:

“I don’t know how you got this transfer document, but someone has already filled that position. Get your job sorted out first, and we’ll come back to take possession of the house tomorrow morning.”

After saying that, he threw the note into Feng Damei's arms, and left without looking back, along with another staff member.

Upon hearing this, Feng Damei felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her body went limp and she could barely stand. Fortunately, a kind neighbor caught her in time.

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Hongbing, who was standing nearby, turned pale and stared at Director Wang's retreating figure in disbelief, unable to recover for a long time.

Meanwhile, the whispers from the neighbors next door grew louder and louder.

"What? Someone has taken over the eldest son of the Jiang family's job? Will he still be able to get a job at our factory?"

"Who knows? They made such a confident promise before. Could this be a lie? They're making up stories as if they were true."

"Who knows? Maybe they'll be assigned to another position. Otherwise, if the eldest son of the Jiang family loses his job, his new girlfriend will probably be in trouble too."

"Of course, that young lady comes from a good family and has a good job. It's really a stroke of good luck for the Jiang family to be interested in the eldest son of the Jiang family."

The crowd chattered about the Jiang family, partly because Feng Damei had been showing off too much lately. As a result, everyone knew that her son had gotten an office job, a position that many people had coveted before. It was a high-paying and respectable job, but in the end, the eldest son of the Jiang family got it. Countless people were envious.

As soon as they heard there was a problem, everyone got excited.

At this moment, Feng Damei, who was originally weak all over, heard the neighbors' discussions and became so angry that her lips trembled. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she pushed away the person she was supporting and ran out like a madwoman.

Feng Damei ran all the way to the factory gate, ignoring the throbbing pain in her chest, and went straight to the personnel office, where she found Director Zhao.

"Director Zhao, Director Zhao, Director Wang from logistics just said that Qingqing's position is now filled. What's going on? Look, take a closer look. This is the job transfer slip that Qingqing left for our Hongbing before she went to the countryside. What's going on?"

Before Feng Damei could catch her breath, she rattled off a whole string of words.

But Director Zhao knew all about this matter. Before Feng Qingqing went to the countryside, she specifically asked her to come to her house a few days later to collect the house.

So, Director Zhao, with a businesslike expression, carefully picked up the job transfer slip handed to him by Feng Damei, frowned as he looked at it for a while, and then returned it to Feng Damei:

"Comrade, you've got it wrong. This isn't a job transfer certificate from our factory, and it doesn't have our factory's seal on it. Without our personnel department's seal, it's just a piece of waste paper. Besides, our factory's job transfer certificate isn't in this format. Go back and find out more before you come back. Don't bother us here anymore."

After saying this, Director Zhao made a move to close the door, but by this time Feng Damei was almost going crazy. She couldn't accept what Director Zhao said, nor did she want to believe it was true. Before Director Zhao closed the door, she stuck one foot inside and loudly questioned him:

"Impossible, this certificate can't be fake. Did you secretly take this spot? This is illegal. I'm going to the factory to report you to the leaders. You just wait."

After saying that, Feng Damei wanted to leave. But Director Zhao knew that this matter wouldn't be over until he explained it to his superiors and Feng Damei.

She opened the door again and sent one of the staff members in the office to the factory manager's office to report the matter to the factory manager. At the same time, she sent another clerk to report to the chairman of the labor union and invited the two leaders to the conference room to witness the subsequent developments.

Half an hour later, the factory director, the union chairman, Feng Damei, Jiang Hongbing, Director Zhao, and a group of personnel from the personnel department arrived.

Once everyone was present, Director Zhao explained the whole story, from Feng Qingqing's job sale to the subsequent house arrangements.

At the same time, all the proof of the job transfer and signed documents for that day were brought out.

Feng Damei and Jiang Hongbing had a vague feeling that Feng Qingqing might have really sold their jobs, and that the certificates they had were fake.

But why? Why? This was something Feng Damei couldn't understand. Why did Feng Qingqing do this? They even scraped together 600 yuan for her for this job. What would happen to that money? What would happen to her son's job?

Overwhelmed with anger and frustration, Feng Damei fainted.

Of course, she had no idea that, according to Feng Qingqing in her previous life, her job, house, money, and everything else belonged to the Jiang family, and she was even killed by the Jiang family's daughter.

But when Feng Qingqing returns, everything will naturally change, and this is just the beginning.

Jiang Hongbing carried his mother and left the factory, looking utterly dejected. On the way, Feng Damei woke up, and soon after, remembering what had happened at the factory, she burst into tears.

The sound was so mournful that it brought tears to the eyes of anyone who heard it.

At this moment, Jiang Hongbing gradually came to his senses, and he looked at his mother:

“Mom, what’s the use of crying now? You need to ask Qingqing why she did this. Why did she sell her good job? And where did the money go? Where did the 600 yuan we scraped together for her go?”

Feng Damei was reminded of the problem by her son, and she immediately wanted to scold him again, but remembering the important matter her son had just mentioned, she gritted her teeth and nodded firmly:

“Hongbing, you’re right. The most important thing now is to get the money. You can buy a new job if you lose it, but once you have the money, you’ll have nothing left. That brat must have planned this before she went to the countryside. That sly girl is so cunning; we’ve all been tricked by her.”