Chapter 788： Not negotiable

By the way, please remember my home phone number..."

After giving out his home phone number, Wen Siyuan put the phone back on the phone.

About five or six minutes later, Director Song called.

Wen Siyuan: "...Okay, I understand, then I will take her to go through the formalities. Well, there is no quarrel. Don't worry, she and I have already made it clear. Okay, I will handle the things at home properly. Back to the place...Okay, bye."

After the call ended, Wen Siyuan stood up and called Suman emotionlessly. When he saw someone coming out of the room, he turned and walked out the door: "I have to go to the hospital, you'd better hurry up."

Suman took two quick steps with her bag in hand and followed Wen Siyuan: "I asked Director Song to help you find a job. Stand at the counter of Red Star Department Store. If you do well, you can become a regular employee in two years at most."

“Temporary worker? You want me to be a temporary worker?”

Suman exclaimed, with a very ugly expression on his face: "Why can't he be a regular worker?"

Wen Siyuan said indifferently: "What's wrong with the temporary workers?"

Stopping, Wen Siyuan looked directly into Suman's eyes. His gaze was compelling and he said word for word: "I made it very clear to you last night. If you dare to go against my will again, don't do what I say." If you want to do it, we will go through the divorce procedures immediately!”

“I can’t do it yet…”

Suman's tone immediately weakened. She knew that what Wen Siyuan said to her last night was not a joke. She also knew... and knew that she was in the wrong this time. If it weren't for her son Pengpeng, this man would not only divorce her, but also divorce her. Send her to the police station.

The most important point is that the situation of Wen Yi and Wen Yu is currently unknown. If something goes wrong with these two girls, she will definitely have a difficult life in the future.

"The monthly salary is twenty-five yuan. You take out fifteen yuan every month, and I will add another fifteen yuan to pay Mrs. Zheng's salary. In addition, when you come back from get off work, you can take care of Pengpeng by yourself, and you can wash your clothes by yourself. , don’t leave it all to Mrs. Zheng.”

"Why do you need to charge five yuan more? I agreed with Mrs. Zheng before that it would be twenty-five yuan."

“Sister-in-law Zheng is responsible for taking care of Pengpeng during the day, picking up Wenyi and Wenyu, cooking and washing clothes for the children.”

“That’s too much!”

“Just do as I say.”

Wen Siyuan didn’t give Suman any room for negotiation.

After taking Suman to the Red Star Department Store to complete the entry formalities, Wen Siyuan went to the hospital without leaving a word for Suman.

And Suman started working today. Although the work is easy, for Suman, a person who has lived a lifetime and is somewhat arrogant, he finds it very boring. Therefore, his attitude towards customers is naturally not very good. .

Moreover, she has personally gone to the black market and her daily net income ranges from twenty to thirty to forty or fifty. How can she care about standing at the counter for a month and only receiving twenty-five yuan as a salary?

Well, the more she thought about it, the more Suman resented Wenyue for destroying the jade pendant!

If you are unhappy, your attitude toward customers will naturally be even worse.

"Xiao Su, if you don't want to do it, go and tell the leader, don't take it out on the customers here."

The person in charge of the counter next to her was an old lady in her forties. Because she really couldn't stand Suman's attitude towards customers, she couldn't help but give a warning.

Suman's face turned red: "I..." A dog is meddling in other people's business! Suman lowered his head, a flash of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

If she didn’t want a divorce, this Lao Shizi would stand at the counter, let alone give her twenty-five dollars a month, even if she was given thirty-five dollars, she wouldn’t do it!

Hospital.

Wen Siyuan: “Concussion?”