I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen sat down again.

He looked Jiang Xiaoyan up and down again.

Although this girl is vain to the core and not very bright, you have to admit that she still has some redeeming qualities.

For example, her aesthetic sense.

Although it's the kind of cheap-feeling "rustic socialite style," at least she knows how to match colors and compose the photo to make it look more "high-end" on social media.

And the fact that she could run so fast even when being chased by geese shows that she's still quite agile.

Jiang Chen had an idea.

"Fine, I'll give you a chance since we're relatives."

Jiang Chen spoke slowly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"Our factory has just established a new department and we're short of a person in charge."

Jiang Xiaoyan's eyes lit up instantly!

Person in charge!

It sounds so high-class!

"Which department?" she asked eagerly.

Seeing her impatient look, Jiang Chen deliberately paused before slowly revealing the position he had made up on the spot.

"Product packaging aesthetic consultant".

"consultant?"

Jiang Xiaoyan chewed on the word, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

This word alone tells you that this isn't your average worker!

In her mind, those who could be called "consultants" were all big shots on TV, wearing suits and giving orders!

"What does it mainly... do?" she asked, suppressing her inner elation and feigning modesty.

"It's very simple," Jiang Chen explained. "The products we produce all need to be packaged. How good or low-end the packaging is directly affects sales."

"Your job is to oversee the final aesthetic aspects of our product packaging to ensure that every product leaving the factory meets our high-end market positioning."

Jiang Chen spoke in a cryptic manner, using only high-sounding and sophisticated vocabulary.

Jiang Xiaoyan nodded repeatedly as she listened, already imagining herself wearing a business suit and high heels, pointing fingers at the workers on the production line and giving them design advice.

Isn't this the perfect job for me?!

"How much is the salary?"

This is what she cares about most.

Jiang Chen held up five fingers.

"The base salary during the probationary period is 5,000."

Five thousand?!

Jiang Xiaoyan's breathing became rapid.

This is two thousand yuan more than she earns from working herself to the bone at the hair salon for a month!

"After you become a full-time employee, you'll be enrolled in the five social insurances and one housing fund," Jiang Chen continued, offering the bait.

Jiang Xiaoyan didn't quite understand what "five social insurances and one housing fund" meant, but it sounded impressive.

"The factory provides meals and accommodation, with three dishes and a soup, and meat at every meal."

"Overtime work will be paid at three times the normal rate, in accordance with national regulations."

"If you perform well, there will be an additional quarterly bonus."

The series of benefits Jiang Chen announced were like heavy bombs, shattering Jiang Xiaoyan's already fragile psychological defenses.

She was hatching a plan in her mind.

Base salary of 5,000 plus overtime pay and bonuses...

Wouldn't you be able to earn seven or eight thousand a month? Or even tens of thousands?

God!

This is higher than the salary that her fake girlfriends on WeChat Moments are bragging about!

We're going to be rich! This time we're really going to strike it rich!

Jiang Xiaoyan could no longer hold back; she slammed her hand on the table, fearing that Jiang Chen would change his mind.

"Deal!"

She excitedly blurted out another English word.

"I did it!"

The next day, Jiang Xiaoyan got up very early.

She deliberately pulled out what she considered her most "professional" knock-off Chanel jacket from her suitcase, put on a full face of exquisite makeup, and strode confidently to the food processing plant at the west end of the village.

The factory had already officially opened, and the security guard at the gate saw her and saluted, saying, "Hello, Consultant Jiang."

This greatly satisfied Jiang Xiaoyan's vanity.

A senior colleague from the HR department warmly greeted her, processed her onboarding, and gave her a brand-new set of blue work clothes.

"Consultant Jiang, your office isn't finished yet. Why don't you go to the workshop and familiarize yourself with the work process?"

"Our Manager Wang will be waiting for you there."

Although Jiang Xiaoyan disliked the work clothes for being unfashionable, she still put up with it because of her status as a "consultant".

She followed the HR lady through a bright and clean corridor to a huge production workshop.

Inside the workshop, rows of modern stainless steel production lines are slowly running.

Workers in uniform are busy at their respective posts.

The entire workshop was quiet and orderly, except for the sound of the machines running.

A young man wearing a helmet and looking rather simple and honest walked over.

It was Wang Dagou.

He is now the production manager for the entire factory.

"You must be Consultant Jiang, right? Brother Chen already told me."

Wang Dagou grinned and pointed to the very end of the assembly line.

"Come to your post over there."

Jiang Xiaoyan looked in the direction he was pointing.

At the end of the production line, there was a mountain of freshly filled glass jars of strawberry jam.

Several female workers were sitting there, quickly sticking labels onto the bottles.

Wang Dagou led her over, picked up a roll of beautifully printed labels from the side, and stuffed it into her hand.

"Consultant Jiang, this is your job."

Jiang Xiaoyan was stunned.

"I work?"

Wang Dagou pointed to the mountain of bottles and explained earnestly.

"That's right. Brother Chen said you're our 'packaging aesthetic consultant'."

"So the glorious and arduous task of neatly and quickly attaching these labels to the bottles is entrusted to you."

Wang Dagou patted her on the shoulder and added a sentence.

"Remember, you need to have high standards and strict requirements for aesthetics. Brother Chen said that if you post it crookedly, he'll deduct one yuan from your salary."

Jiang Xiaoyan's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

She looked at the roll of labels in her hand and then at the endless glass bottle in front of her.

What kind of consultant?

What kind of aesthetic sense?

This...this is just a label slapper!

A tremendous sense of humiliation mixed with anger at being deceived surged straight to the top of my head!

Jiang Xiaoyan felt like she was about to explode!

She suddenly turned around and screamed at Wang Dagou!

"This is what a 'packaging aesthetic consultant' is?!"

"You're lying! This is fraud!"

"I quit!"

She slammed the label in her hand to the ground and turned to leave.

Just then, Jiang Chen's voice drifted over from behind her indifferently.

"Oh? You're quitting?"

Jiang Chen was inspecting the workshop with his hands behind his back.

He looked at Jiang Xiaoyan, who was furious, but his face remained expressionless.

"sure."

Jiang Chen pointed to the workshop door.

"The door is right over there, no one's stopping you."

Jiang Xiaoyan stopped in her tracks.

Jiang Chen walked to her side and lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear him.

"However, I must remind you of something."

"This month is the factory's first month of production, so I specially set up an opening bonus to encourage everyone."

"Everyone gets a share as long as they can work full attendance this month."

Jiang Chen paused, looked into Jiang Xiaoyan's eyes, and slowly uttered a number.

"The prize money is expected to be two thousand yuan."

Two thousand yuan!

This number struck Jiang Xiaoyan's heart like a hammer blow!

She thought of her rented room, which cost 800 yuan a month and didn't even have a window.

I thought of the days when I was bossed around like a dog by the landlady.

I was reminded of those nights when I ate instant noodles for a whole month just to buy a fake bag.

Look at this clean, bright, and hopeful factory in front of you.

Look at those workers who are doing physical labor but have smiles on their faces.

Her feet seemed rooted to the ground and she could no longer move.

Jiang Xiaoyan's face flushed red and then turned pale, her expression constantly changing.

Finally, she took a deep breath, bent down, and silently picked up the roll of labels she had dropped from the ground.

She took off the mismatched counterfeit Chanel jacket she was wearing and tossed it aside.

Then he picked up the blue work clothes from the clothes rack next to him and put them on.

She then picked up a pair of rubber gloves from the pool next to her and carefully put them on.

After doing all this, she turned around and gave Jiang Chen a cold snort.

"Hmph! Fine, I'll stick it on then! Who's afraid of who!"

"You just wait!"

"The labels I put up will definitely be the most stylish and fashionable in the whole factory!"