I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s

The father-in-law had already made his stance clear, so Hu Biao had to speak up as well. Besides, he was the office director of the textile factory. Although the factory’s positions were all filled, like a carrot for each hole, the performance of the factory had been good in the recent two years, and there was a shortage of workers on the production line. It just so happened that he needed to recruit workers.

"Mr. Shen, with my father-in-law arranging a job for you, I won’t interfere. However, our textile factory will have a recruitment soon, and there might be a few spots available. The front-line workers have a hard job. If there are willing candidates, you can recommend a couple to come over. As for an additional spot, I think Mr. Zhou should be able to take it when the time comes, so let’s give it to her!"

The reason Hu Biao mentioned this was because his mother had already found out about the situation and insisted on reserving a spot for Zhou Jiaojiao. Unfortunately, his big mouth let this information slip to Li Qianqian, and his beloved wife now wanted to secure two spots for Shen Meng. That’s right, if his mother wanted one, his wife needed two — there had to be a distinction, as if having one more was like winning.

These spots were already prearranged. Even if her father-in-law had arranged a job for Shen Meng, those spots still had to be reserved. He knew Li Qianqian well—Shen Meng might not want it, but he couldn’t fail to offer it. How to deal with those spots would be up to her; anyway, after giving them away, his beloved wife would surely not be angry.

"Two? That’s too many, I can’t accept that. I’ve already made arrangements, haven’t I? What do I need these spots for? You should give these two spots to those who are in need of help, who meet the factory’s criteria," Shen Meng blinked her eyes while refusing. When Hu Biao mentioned the two spots, she already had candidates in mind, but a polite refusal was still necessary.

Perhaps Shen Meng’s acting was too clumsy, Lu Zhenping coughed twice, drawing Li Chuan and Hu Biao’s attention to himself.

"I’m afraid we can’t accept this offer regarding the spots. My Xiao Meng isn’t a centipede; she can’t grow that many arms and legs to do the work. Besides, if word of this gets out, it’s going to cause trouble for you, isn’t it?"

Hu Biao hastily waved his hands, "Not at all troublesome, not troublesome. It would only be a problem if you don’t agree. The front-line workers really have it tough. Anyone who can read a few words, and is willing to endure hardship, can do the job. The temporary work period is two months, with eighteen yuan per month. If they do well, they can become regular employees, with a salary of thirty-five thereafter, and it can even increase over time with seniority. There are also dormitory allotments in the factory, welfare benefits during holidays, and one day off per week. Mr. Shen, I have reserved two spots here for you. Have a look, and if you find suitable candidates, just let me know. Please make a decision on these spots soon, as they will join the factory next March."