Rich in the 70s: I Made a Rugged Veteran a Millionaire novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Fiery Temper

Jiang Cheng left the textile factory and went straight to Director Zhang’s house.

Half an hour later, Director Zhang personally escorted Jiang Cheng out, smiling as brightly as a flower.

When Director Zhang turned to go back, his wife couldn’t help but ask, "Was that necessary?"

"Absolutely necessary! Just wait and see, this girl’s future is limitless, not something we can compare to."

Director Zhang’s wife was skeptical but said nothing more.

In the following days, Jiang Cheng diligently stayed at home translating the work she got from Xinhua Bookstore.

The hustle and bustle of the courtyard and the entire street formed a stark contrast with her tranquility.

In the courtyard, several women gathered together.

"Did you get the fabric scraps?"

"Of course! As soon as I mentioned I was from the Forty-Five Alley, they gave me some extra work."

"Same for me! It’s all because Jiang Cheng has good connections with the textile factory."

"I better hurry back to get to work, these things are worth quite a few cents!"

"No kidding, I’m counting on this to buy some meat for a meal."

"Forget about meat, my husband has been washing dishes lately."

The group chattered away, exchanging a few words back and forth.

Everyone was in high spirits; making fabric bags was much more profitable than making matchboxes!

Lin’s mother came out to pour water and overheard them, her mouth curling up in disdain.

"Just a few cents, what’s there to be so proud of?"

Li Chunxiang’s mother was among them and retorted bluntly, "I can’t even be bothered to look at you with eyes as sharp as eight slices! You’re always everywhere, aren’t you tired of looking for trouble? If you don’t care about a few cents, go ahead, throw it on the ground, and I’ll take it!"

Lin’s mother had been scolded by Li Chunxiang’s mother a few times and was genuinely a bit daunted.

The key was, this old lady was really fierce!

She dared to scold anything and always seemed ready to get physical!

Li Chunxiang’s mother made tofu, and she single-handedly pushed the stone roller to grind beans, her strength could spin Lin’s mother around like a top.

Lin’s mother pouted but said nothing, secretly jealous to death.

She originally thought it was beneath her dignity to do the work of making fabric scrap bags, but within five days, the first batch of people had already collected their pay.

Lin’s mother was tempted.

Tempted enough that she went to try it too, but ended up not getting any work!

Lin’s mother returned home cursing, only to hear that others from Forty-Five Alley got work due to Jiang Cheng’s connections.

Just like that, she concluded that Jiang Cheng was up to something.

But every time she tried to approach Jiang Cheng, she was stopped by Li Chunxiang, Granny Sun, and Grandma Shen.

Repeated failures, Lin’s mother wasn’t as brainless as Lin Jiaojiao.

Even though she was frustrated, she could only hold it in.

A few more days passed, and Jiang Cheng delivered the translated manuscripts to Xinhua Bookstore.

The timing was just right; her fourth translation certificate had come through.

Jiang Cheng collected her fee and, with the freshly issued fourth translation certificate, returned to the courtyard.

Back in the courtyard, Jiang Cheng put all the cash in a secret space.

So far, the machinery factory had paid 800 yuan, the food factory 700, Uncle Zhong 200, and she earned 467 yuan from the recent batch of translations. Combined with her previous savings, Jiang Cheng’s little savings had grown to over 2,600 yuan.

Definitely a little rich lady now!

After securing the money, Jiang Cheng was about to wash her hands and have lunch when she heard some commotion from the Lin family.

She exchanged a glance with Grandma Shen, and her gossip instincts were immediately triggered.

Grandma Shen whispered, "It seems a matchmaker is here to introduce someone for Lin Jiaojiao."

"Oh..."

Jiang Cheng responded, Lin Jiaojiao was two years younger than her, nineteen.

Nineteen was too young in modern times, but in those days, it was indeed time for matchmaking.

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