Every word from Lou Fan was like an invisible slap, smacking across his face.
Pangxin’s complexion gradually drained of color, his mind racing through countless thoughts in those brief monts. Thanks to his overseas study experience, his foreign language skills surpassed others. Working as a translator in the factory, he earned a higher wage with an easy job and was living an increasingly comfortable life.
But Pangxin was acutely aware that he was useful only if there was a need for a foreign language translator. Without such demand, his expertise was utterly worthless.
Aside from this factory, Pangxin had nowhere else to turn. He knew several other factories that required translators, but they already had their own. Having fallen on hard tis and lacking any other skills, how could he compete with the translators who had been at the factories all along?
"Director Lou, you’ve misunderstood," Pangxin said.
Unable to leave this factory, Pangxin adopted an extrely humble deanor.
Unfortunately, once Lou Fan had made up his mind, not even nine oxen could pull him back. The accountant, who had long disliked Pangxin, knew Lou Fan was going to settle his wages. With impressive efficiency, the accountant quickly produced the calculated wages and the paynt in full.
Half an hour later, Pangxin stood at the factory gate, holding his wage and resignation letter in his hands.
Had it not been for Pangxin’s outbursts at the factory, this resignation letter would have been a termination notice instead.
Pangxin wouldn’t return the three months’ wages he now held in his hands.
Yet, after his quarrel with Lou Fan and standing at the factory gate, Pangxin looked at the stack of money and felt he might have gone too far.
He didn’t want to lose this job.
Pangxin tucked the money into his pocket and clenched his clothes tightly. The frustration in his eyes gradually turned into resentnt.
He refused to believe that without this factory, he, Pangxin, would starve to death.
Hmph.
Pangxin jerked his head up and strode away. He was going to contact so old bosses who had once tried to poach him for work.
...
Xu Nianhua was naturally unaware of Pangxin’s situation, as she was focused on her major courses and the materials Lou Fan had given her.
Although she was confident in her translation abilities, she still needed to familiarize herself with so specialized terms to be fully prepared to face the inspection team and justify the high salary Lou Fan had offered her.
Since Liao Jinling’s illness, her character had also changed. She was no longer as nitpicky as before.
Even though Liao Jinling and Fei Jiayi still bickered, the hostility between them had lessened.
A tense atmosphere of study perated room 302.
As November brought colder weather, more layers piled on. Taking advantage of the holiday, Xu Nianhua made a special call ho to learn that everything was well and the factory business was booming, which made her especially happy.
Especially when she heard Ji Ying describe her great-nephew as growing up healthy and cute. Xu Nianhua couldn’t help but sigh and say, "Mom, if only I could co ho for the holidays now."
"Focus on your studies for now, and when the holidays co, you can see your great-nephew," Ji Ying, concerned she might be hosick, comforted her. "Nianhua, everything is fine at ho. It’s you and Nian’an who always share good news and keep the bad to yourselves. If there’s anything troubling you, you must speak up. I’ve already sent this month’s allowance to you and your older brother. Rember to pick it up at the post office."
"Mom, I have money," Xu Nianhua reminded her upon hearing about the money. "Didn’t I tell you on the phone last ti that I have money?
"With money, buy so clothes; the weather is getting colder, don’t catch a chill," Ji Ying advised tirelessly, always worried that her children studying away from ho wouldn’t ntion if they lacked money, which is why she made sure to send them money every month when it was ti.
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