CHAPTER 210: 210 LITTLE HAPPINESS

The Zhou Family’s Mrs. Zhou was also telling Zhou Qingying to invite Jiang Xinyu for a meal.

"I know, I’ll invite her over to our place for dinner next time.

Mom, I ate at the Textile Factory, and the food was really good. It would be great to work there. I heard the wages for textile workers are higher than those for the staff."

"It’s hard to get into the Textile Factory. Befriend Jiang Xinyu and just let her know to inform you if there’s any recruitment information."

Zhou Qingying sighed, "Mom, I don’t want to do that. I just want to have a genuine friend."

"That’s fine, I’ll have someone keep an eye out." Mrs. Zhou sighed, thinking her daughter is just too straightforward. That’s good, but also not good. Oh well, since the child doesn’t want it, she’ll find someone herself.

Jiang Xinyu saw off the two classmates, took a comfortable bath, and lay on the bed reading. She had already read halfway through her sophomore books and wondered if she would have the chance to attend college. If she goes to college, she probably won’t be able to work anymore, right?

Forget it, why worry about so much? Something might happen anyway. Going to college is also a good path. There’s still five or six years until the chaos, by then she’d have graduated.

On Monday, she went to work, being busy nonstop, even went out in the afternoon to inspect the club’s project.

These entertainment facilities were established through votes. Jiang Xinyu didn’t understand these matters, she just accompanied Lu Changchun to go through the motions.

Upon returning home, she felt her clothes had white salt stains, she hadn’t stopped sweating.

Thinking about the workshop, it should be even worse, nothing’s easy.

Wang Ailing was on shift, so she could come home for a meal. Just thinking about it made her feel bad for Ailing.

There was nothing to do at noon on Tuesday, so Jiang Xinyu dialed Wei Kaiyun’s phone.

"Hello, this is Director Wei’s office."

"Hello, is Director Wei in?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Jiang Xinyu from T City Textile Factory."

"Hello, I’ll tell him once Director Wei returns."

"Thanks." Why is there a woman answering the phone at Wei Kaiyun’s office?

At that moment, Song Qingqing rushed in, "Director Jiang, here’s an ice cream bar for you."

Jiang Xinyu was feeling hot and genuinely wanted to eat the ice cream bar wrapped in paper.

"Secretary Song, you eat it. My health isn’t good; I’m afraid to eat it."

"Can’t you eat it?"

Jiang Xinyu nodded in pain, asking her to take it away quickly, it was distressing to see.

Until the evening after work, she still hadn’t received a call from Wei Kaiyun. Was he really that busy?

She didn’t receive the call on Wednesday either. It was finally on Thursday, as Jiang Xinyu thought about calling again, that Wei Kaiyun called back.

"I went to a meeting these past few days, just got back this morning."

"Hmm, I’m good too."

The two were silent for a while. Neither spoke, but Jiang Xinyu sensed the exhaustion in Wei Kaiyun’s tone. She guessed he must have something going on, otherwise he wouldn’t normally speak to her like this.

Since she knew he was fine, she felt relieved.

On Friday, she told Wang Ailing to come over for dinner after her shift.

"I need to go home, my nephew’s first month is being celebrated."

"It’s already been a month? That’s too fast.

Sis, can you take something back for me? I won’t be going back; it’s just too hot."

"Didn’t you give something last time? You don’t need to."

"What are you giving to the baby?"

"Nothing, I sent a lot last time."

"Oh, that’s fine then."

Kong Mengjie came over with a big belly. Jiang Xinyu saw her supporting her waist to sit down, she genuinely seemed like a capable person.

"Kong Mengjie, you’re about to have the baby, right?" Jiang Xinyu looked at the increasingly beautiful protagonist.

"Yeah, in a little over two months."

"How long can you take off for maternity leave?"

"Forty days."

"Then what will happen when you go back to work?" Wang Ailing asked. Huang Hongwei is quite elderly, it’s impossible for his mom to come look after the baby, right? The elderly must be over seventy years old.

"No problem, at the beginning I’ll just leave him at home. I’ll go back often to breastfeed him. When he can crawl and walk, I’ll send him to my mom."

Jiang Xinyu was shocked inwardly; Kong Mengjie was indeed willing to give up for work. If it were her, without a doubt, she would give up work for the baby.

"Our Textile Factory’s kindergarten takes children from two and a half years old, then you can bring the child back."

This arrangement isn’t bad. But does her mom have time to look after the baby?

The next day, Saturday, when Jiang Xinyu arrived at work, Qian Jun led some people in, "Here to install a ceiling fan for you."

"Great news, that’s fantastic, the leaders are really considerate."

Qian Jun laughed to the side; only at these times would Jiang Xinyu smile so happily.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xinyu sat on the chair feeling the cool breeze. She felt happier than when she first experienced air conditioning.

Now working overtime didn’t seem uncomfortable; she hoped once again that home would get an electrical connection soon.

"Director Jiang, it’s really cool here." Pan Xiulan slumped in the chair next to hers.

"Don’t you have a ceiling fan in your office?"

"Yes, but it’s in Vice Factory Director Yao’s office, not mine. You know, it feels awkward hanging out in the boss’s office."

"Come to mine, from now on we’ll have lunch in my office, so we won’t sweat all over during meals."

"Sounds great, it would be wonderful if the two of us could work here too."

Jiang Xinyu rolled her eyes at Pan Xiulan, unrealistic thinking. Impossible.

"You both can apply to have ceiling fans installed."

"Will applying be enough? This year, only you and the two Factory Directors have fans."

"It’s comfortable at the factory, but going home is still hot. I wonder when the electricity will be connected."

"Nighttime is better than daytime; Qingqing and I share a dorm room. I can’t imagine the dorms with six or eight people."

"Yeah, they must feel worse."

"Alright, I need to go back to work. I’ll come over when it gets too hot."

When she got home in the evening, after bathing, she lay on the bed but couldn’t fall asleep, feeling restless. Indeed, it’s hard to go from luxury to frugality.

On Sunday, she went to work early. Jiang Xinyu felt she had never been so proactive.

Blowing electric fans was so comfortable. A few women from the union came over for two hours before leaving; Jiang Xinyu thought from now on it would always be lively here.

At four o’clock in the afternoon, the phone rang.

"Hello, Jiang Xinyu!"

"It’s me. I’m heading off on a business trip tomorrow, probably for around four months, should be back by Lunar December?"

"That long?"

"Yeah, to set up a new factory."

"Okay, I understand." After hanging up the phone, Jiang Xinyu was still contemplating where the new factory was being set up. Why was Wei Kaiyun going there? Isn’t there a Management Bureau?

He didn’t say, and she truly couldn’t ask. These days, she needed to focus on the newspapers, not knowing where he was headed, furrowing her brow with a little unease.

In another week, it would be September. She had already received her new books, so she decided not to go to school for now, waiting for cooler weather to go.