Chapter 11 methods
Kong Mengjie was outside listening to Jiang Xinyu, and was fuming inside. Is this money still not enough? What are you worth?
"So Xinyu, how much do you think this job should be sold for?"
"Uncle, the official position at this textile factory has a minimum monthly salary of twenty-two yuan, and salaries will increase with seniority. Plus, it's a lifelong job.
Most importantly, you can live in the county, no longer needing to toil under the sun and rain for food, and you can enjoy commercial grain.
I think this job should be sold for at least a year's salary, and then five yuan a month for the next three years."
"Xinyu, you're thinking too simplistically. That's equivalent to working two years for free; I don't think anyone will agree to it."
"Uncle, it's alright. If nobody in the village wants it, I'll ask my classmates in the county. I think they would offer more than people in our village.
Also, last night I asked Wang Ailing to help inquire about it."
At that moment, Kong Mengjie's mother, Tian Shulan, rushed in, and saw her daughter outside, then Jiang Xinyu sitting inside their home.
"Why did you come back?" Kong Zhongyou glanced angrily at his wife.
"The food is cooked, but I heard Xinyu wants to sell the job? Whoever offers more money will get it?"