mijobooks 11. What a rip-off!
11. What a rip-off!
Green Mountain, formerly known as Terijoki, is located 50 kilometers northwest of St. Petersburg on the northern shore of the Bay of Finnish-Lankan. It is the second richest neighborhood in St. Petersburg after Strelina.
Known as the green pearl of Finland Bay.
Besides the golden beach, more than 70% of the area is covered by pine forests, and there are also many small lakes.
The detached villa that Li Xiang bought from his aunt Dalia is located in the old district of Green Mountain City and was left behind by former Soviet elites. It has a wooden structure, carved decorations, and a strong sense of history.
"Miss, how have you been lately?" Li Xiang had just finished a bath at Fenlan Bath and came out of the sauna, making a phone call back home.
"What made you think of calling me?" Han Jiayin is Li Xiang's second uncle's daughter. "I'm doing well. How about you?"
"My back is sore, I'm so tired."
"puff."
Li Xiang: "I heard from my mom that you're working overtime until 9 or 10 pm every day in Shanghai."
"That's how it is for everyone. You won't be much better off than me after you graduate."
"I've started my own business." Li Xiang cleared his throat. "Considering we grew up together like kids, I'll give you a chance. Quit your job and come work for me. Your old job is so tiring, what future does it have?"
"You and Xiao Sheng were the ones who were naked, I was never naked." Han Sheng was Li Xiang's third uncle's son.
"I'll pay you two thousand yuan a month."
"It's to send away beggars."
"four thousand."
"Are you busy or not? I'm busy here, I have a ton of work to do."
"Eight thousand, bonuses depending on the situation, but it requires frequent business trips. Can you handle it?"
Han Jiayin confirmed, "You're not kidding?"
Eight thousand is already the salary level of many department heads in large companies in Shanghai.
Li Xiang explained in detail: "I'm currently shipping clothes to Russia, and the profits are good. I'm planning to ditch Lao Li and go it alone, but I need someone back home to keep an eye on things."
Han Jiayin complained, "Aren't you an ingrate? You even dumped your own father."
"Are you stupid? If I were in charge, I could offer you eight thousand. With Old Li's stinginess, do you think he'd be willing to part with that?"
Han Jiayin immediately changed her tune, saying, "Well done!"
Li Xiang urged, "Quickly resign and go to Dongguan to find Lao Li. I have a big order that I really can't do without him."
Han Jiayin said with a grin, "I'm asking for leave."
"You still don't trust me."
"Finding a job isn't easy. I need to see if you're even up to the task."
"Take it or leave it, just don't interfere with my business."
In her previous life, Han Jiayin returned to her hometown after failing to make it in Shanghai and took a bank exam. Unexpectedly, she showed a strong sense of career ambition, with her core goal being self-actualization.
A naturally born body of cattle and horses.
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Li Xiang is from Qingdao. Going back two generations, his family were both state-owned enterprise employees of Qingdao State-owned Cotton Mill No. 5.
In 95, Lao Li bought out his years of service and went south to trade clothing. Later, his business grew and he opened a garment factory. In order to take care of his family and no longer live apart, he moved his whole family to Dongguan.
Three days later, at Dongguan Dafeng Garment Factory.
Manager's office.
"You must have something to tell me since you came all the way to the factory, right?" Old Li poured Han Jiayin a glass of water in an old-fashioned enamel mug that had been used for many years and was now peeling. "If you've run into any difficulties and need your uncle's help, just say so. Your uncle keeps his mouth shut."
"I'm here to settle the payment. Xiao Xiang has already transferred the money back to China for the thermal underwear."
"Huh?" Old Li's expression froze.
Han Jiayin quickly explained, "I'm working for him now."
"That rascal," Old Li muttered, then said, "Jiayin, if you're really interested in the clothing business, come to your uncle's place. This garment factory is a legitimate business."
"What is that? It's just a shell company that goes in one hand and out the other; it might go bankrupt any day now."
Han Jiayin: "I didn't quit my job in Shanghai. I'm doing it part-time now to earn some extra money."
Old Li made himself a cup of tea and inquired, "How much did he pay you?"
"There's a confidentiality agreement," Han Jiayin didn't dare say.
Old Li complained, "All you do is do this useless stuff."
Han Jiayin got to the point, "Xiao Xiang wants to order 100,000 World Cup jerseys. This is the price list he faxed over. Please take a look and see if you can accept it."
Old Li is very serious about his work; he read it through carefully.
"Does this price exclude shipping?"
Han Jiayin replied, "We will handle the logistics ourselves."
"The price is fine. Tell that kid it's a 30% deposit. I'll start work as soon as the money arrives." Old Li opened the drawer, tossed the documents inside, and closed it.
"Uncle, please don't take the deposit. Xiao Xiang's business is just starting out and he needs money for everything. Please consider this a favor to him."
"It's not that I don't want to help him, that little brat's got a dirty mind," Old Li cursed. "He asked you to bring me money today, is that how he settles accounts for the goods?"
"I've already received the money for 10,000 sets of thermal underwear, but I'll have to put in another 100,000 sets of jerseys."
"He's setting a trap for me."
"If I fall for this trap, next time he'll dare to ask for 200,000 sets, or even 300,000 sets."
"I'll discuss the deposit with him again. Oh, by the way, he said... his elementary school classmate's mother, Wang Shufen, wants to work at the factory. Could you arrange that for her?"
Just a moment ago, Old Li was calm and composed, as if he had everything under control. But when he picked up his teacup and heard the name "Wang Shufen," he spat out a mouthful of tea.
Han Jiayin handed a tissue to Lao Li.
"His classmate's mother?" Old Li hoped that it might just be a coincidence of names.
Han Jiayin: "He said you'd seen him before, and you remembered him as soon as he mentioned it."
Old Li pretended to recall, then suddenly said, "Ah... I know who it is. He got into a fight when he was a kid and scratched someone's face. I took him to apologize."
"Jiayin, I'll talk to him about the jersey myself later. I'll give him my opinion. We're father and son, and I'm the father after all. Why should I argue with him?"
Old Li glanced at the clock. "Let's leave early today. I'll call your aunt and ask her to buy groceries and cook you something delicious."
Han Jiayin ordered, "Sweet and sour pork."
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Around 8 p.m., Old Li took the opportunity of going out for a smoke to sneak off to the rooftop to call his son.
"You little brat, you've gotten quite the brat, even learning to threaten your dad now."
"What are you saying? I don't understand," Li Xiang said, feigning ignorance.
"Stop pretending with me." Old Li's domineering attitude softened noticeably. "How do you know about Wang Shufen?"
Li Xiang: "If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place."
Old Li looked slightly nervous, cleared his throat, and explained, "It's not what you think. I met her when I was working in the countryside, and she didn't tell me she was pregnant..."
Li Xiang interrupted, "I'm not interested in your love story in 'Xiao Fang.' I've heard that song. I'm only interested in my 100,000 sets of jerseys."
Old Li couldn't help but curse, "You're a real bastard! What sins did I commit in my past life to be born with you?"
Li Xiang said sarcastically, "Old Li, listen to me. Rather than being blackmailed by this little bastard, you might as well steel yourself and tell my mother."
"Everyone dies eventually; you'll have to get through this sooner or later."
Old Li, his face flushed with excitement but not daring to raise his voice too much, said, "You freaking want to inherit the estate ahead of time, don't you?!"