Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: 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."

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