Chapter 120: Stirring Up Trouble
Jiang Cheng stopped outside the gate and didn’t ride in.
Being given face is a compliment, but one must know their limits.
"Grandpa, I’m here again."
Jiang Cheng greeted warmly, holding four or five candies in her palm, and handed them to the old man at the gate: "Brought back from the provincial city, sweeten Little Stone’s mouth."
Little Stone was the gatekeeper’s grandson, seven or eight years old.
"Oh—what’s this for—"
The old man tried to refuse, but Jiang Cheng was already pushing her bicycle inside.
Once inside, Jiang Cheng parked her bike in the shed and shouted: "Grandpa, please keep an eye on my bike for me!"
"Leave it to me!"
The gatekeeper felt deeply moved, clicked his tongue, and nodded.
"No wonder they all say she’s something!"
After saying that, the old man sat at the gate, intently watching over Jiang Cheng’s bicycle.
Jiang Cheng, familiar with the textile factory, went straight to the director’s office.
Seeing Jiang Cheng approach, Secretary Feng quickly stood up to inform Factory Director Fang.
Jiang Cheng stopped Secretary Feng, saying: "I’m not in a rush, I can wait, I’d like to check today’s newspaper anyway!"
Upon hearing this, Secretary Feng hurriedly brought today’s newspaper and poured tea for Jiang Cheng.
The two sat outside Factory Director Fang’s office, waiting.
A loud "bang" sounded from the office, as if someone had slapped the table.
Secretary Feng immediately stood up.
"Zhou Chenan, I am the director of the textile factory. What I say counts! I’m informing you, not negotiating!"
"Factory Director Fang, if you insist, I’ll have to call a representative meeting and we’ll resolve this through voting!"
Zhou Chenan’s voice was strong and forceful.
"Zhou Chenan, who are you trying to scare! Our textile factory secured an overseas contract worth over three hundred thousand, all thanks to Jiang Cheng’s efforts. Why shouldn’t I give her a bonus?"
Secretary Feng instinctively glanced at Jiang Cheng; she kept her head down, calmly turning a page of the newspaper.
Secretary Feng: With voices this loud, there’s no way she didn’t hear.
"Factory Director Fang, I agree with giving a bonus, but not that much! You keep talking about Jiang Cheng’s overseas deals, but she’s just a translator; a two hundred yuan translation fee is already quite a lot."
"I absolutely disagree with the amount you’re proposing, and the representative meeting won’t agree either."
"Besides, if Jiang Cheng had any spirit of contribution, she shouldn’t accept such a large bonus!"
Voices from the room continued to spill out, with Factory Director Fang standing his ground.
Finally, Zhou Chenan stormed out, full of anger, stomping away with clattering footsteps.
Jiang Cheng finally looked up.
Short hair, square face, thick brows, capable, between forty and fifty.
Jiang Cheng put down the newspaper, took a sip of water from her cup, and stood up.
"Secretary Feng, I’m going in now."
Secretary Feng stepped aside, making an inviting gesture.
Inside the office, with his back to the door, Factory Director Fang heard footsteps.
"No visitors! No visitors for anyone!"
"Alright, I’ll come back another day."
As soon as Jiang Cheng spoke, Factory Director Fang turned around with a bang.
"How long have you been here?"
Jiang Cheng shrugged: "Long enough to hear what matters."
Factory Director Fang’s shoulders slumped as he rubbed his temples.
"Rest assured, the bonus I promised you will be in place. That Zhou Chenan is the finance director, nicknamed ’Iron Rooster,’ never gives an inch."
"Spending some money with her is like taking her life, but once I explain your importance, she’ll definitely agree."
Jiang Cheng nodded repeatedly, then looked up once Factory Director Fang finished speaking.
"Factory Director Fang, I heard the textile factory is electing a deputy director?"
"What?"
Factory Director Fang failed to keep up with Jiang Cheng’s train of thought.
Yet Jiang Cheng continued, asking: "Who do you favor? It isn’t the finance head just now, is it?"
Factory Director Fang: "...What are you up to?"
Jiang Cheng declared assertively: "Causing a stir."
Factory Director Fang: You’re really bold!
However, he agreed and executed it quickly.
The announcement was made today, and the competition speech held tomorrow.
Secretary Feng was completely lost, but as a secretary, she knew her role was to take action.
After exiting the office building, Jiang Cheng saw Zhou Zhennan waiting for her.
"You’re Jiang Cheng?"
Jiang Cheng walked past Zhou Zhennan, calmly saying: "No."
Zhou Zhennan had considered many scenarios but never imagined this one unfolding before her.
As Jiang Cheng passed by, Zhou Zhennan hesitated for a few seconds, then turned to catch up.
"Wait a moment, Ms. Jiang Cheng!"
Jiang Cheng halted, and Zhou Zhennan caught up to her, saying: "Why are you lying? You are obviously Jiang Cheng!"
"Why ask when you already know? Are you blind?"
With that question, Jiang Cheng lowered Zhou Zhennan’s impression of her further.
Just a girl who knows a few foreign words and thinks she’s invincible.
"Ms. Jiang Cheng, I’m the finance director of the textile factory. I need to discuss your translation fee with you."
"Based on the current translation rates, you’ve worked for two days, and we’re offering you two hundred yuan, which exceeds standard rates. Just sign here, and you can collect your money."
Prepared, Zhou Zhennan handed over a folder, with a paper clipped inside, and a pen resting on top.
Jiang Cheng directly picked up the pen.
Zhou Zhennan smirked scornfully.
This inexperienced youngster is easily swayed by a few words.
Factory Director Fang wanting to give her a fifteen-hundred yuan reward was utterly absurd!
As for what Factory Director Fang said about Jiang Cheng closing foreign exchange deals, Zhou Zhennan simply didn’t believe it.
Foreigners were surely eyeing the textile factory’s potential; such a big deal couldn’t be swayed by a mere translator.
"I heard your factory is electing a deputy director tomorrow?"
Zhou Zhennan: She knew about the deputy director elections, but how come she didn’t know they were tomorrow?
Jiang Cheng put the pen down again.
"I plan to participate. Since I’m aiming for deputy directorship, I’ll hold off on taking the money."
Jiang Cheng looked Zhou Zhennan in the eye: "Director Zhou, remember to vote for me."
Zhou Zhennan frowned.
"What does the deputy director election have to do with you? Hurry up and sign!"
With an instructional tone and dismissive gaze.
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly.
"Why not say the same to Director Zhou, see you tomorrow!"
Jiang Cheng walked away.
Zhou Zhennan frowned, considering chasing after her but eventually chose to return to the office building to figure things out.
Leaving, Jiang Cheng rode off on her bicycle to the furniture factory.
Upon arriving at the furniture factory, Jiang Cheng received the warmest welcome.
The factory manager came out of the building to greet her.
Manager Mu saw Jiang Cheng and excitedly introduced her to everyone: "This is Jiang Cheng! The one who brought us the foreign exchange order!"
With one sentence, the furniture factory was ablaze.
Workers with hammers, chisels, and saws poured out, gathering around Jiang Cheng.
Ignoring the tools in their hands, the scene was quite heartwarming.
The furniture factory wasn’t large, never ranking much in the city.
It’s managed more like a big family.
Everyone expressed their gratitude to Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng kept chatting until her mouth went dry.
Thankfully, Manager Mu dispersed the workers and led her into the office.
Inside the office were hot tea and apples from who knows where.
Manager Mu was eagerly trying to peel an apple for Jiang Cheng, but she quickly stopped him.
Manager Mu wasn’t insistent, opening a drawer to take out a huge kraft paper bag and pushed it toward Jiang Cheng.
"Your bonus."
"Our furniture factory isn’t as large as the textile factory, but this is definitely the most generous bonus we can offer."
"Thirteen hundred yuan in cash, plus some vouchers, count them."