Zhang Yu had no idea about the behavior of the People of the Jiang Family, nor did she know that Jiang Lili actually planned to let Cheng Jian obtain the project’s data from her.
If she knew, she would definitely have a word with the Jiang ancestors from eighteen generations ago—do they really take her for a pushover?
But Zhang Yu is really busy now, so busy that she feels like she’s flying. There’s a lot to accomplish before the Spring Festival, plus there’s the gold futures, which is what Zhang Yu is most concerned about.
Oh, and there’s one more thing—year-end bonus. Although the company’s year-end bonus is issued on New Year’s Eve, everyone is trying to find out approximately how much they’ll receive.
Everyone understands that the year-end bonus is mainly decided by direct supervisors. Once the list is submitted, unless there are special circumstances, it usually doesn’t change.
Zhang Yu doesn’t know about other teams, whether their leaders will inform them in advance or not. In her team, Mike had already inford them of their individual bonus amounts early on.
According to Mike, once everyone knows, they can better plan their Spring Festival holidays.
The bonus amounts remain confidential, although everyone can’t reveal how much they’ll receive. Still, you can tell from everyone’s delighted expressions that the bonuses aren’t small.
Zhang Yu is in a good mood too. She initially expected a bonus of twenty to thirty thousand yuan, given that she only joined in July and hadn’t contributed much in the earlier months.
She didn’t expect to receive even fifty thousand yuan, which made Zhang Yu quite happy. Although she’s not in dire need of that extra money, who would complain about having more?
Upon receiving a fifty thousand year-end bonus, Zhang Yu of course shared it with her family imdiately.
Mrs. Zhang already knows that working in an investnt bank is indeed busy; overti is the norm, working more than ten hours a day is common, but the salary is really high.
The more Mrs. Zhang thinks about it, the more she feels her daughter earns a lot but is really busy. After considering for a long ti, "Old Zhang, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll go to City S regularly to take care of our daughter."
"I’ll take the Thursday night train, sleep one night, and co back."
"On Sunday night, I’ll take the train back to City S." n are not great at taking care of themselves, and the daughter is busy too.
Sotis, ssages sent at midday are replied to at seven or eight in the evening, especially once it was even replied to in the middle of the night, indicating she was busy till that point.
Occasionally, conversations with Zhang Yu end quickly, either to attend etings or handle data, or they can hear the exhaustion in Zhang Yu’s voice; they don’t want their daughter to be worn out.
"This ti you should learn to cook so vegetables, I’ll prepare the braised pork, which you can eat for a few days." Mrs. Zhang quickly made arrangents.
Mr. Zhang, hearing his wife’s plans, realized the old lady had already made up her mind. What else could he do, "Alright then."
Although he was unwilling, there was no choice; he really had no standing at ho, "Why don’t you discuss it with your daughter?"
Mr. Zhang couldn’t handle the issue, so he imdiately pushed it onto his daughter.
Mrs. Zhang knew full well her husband’s little sches, she rolled her eyes at him, "You really think I don’t know your intentions?"
"You just want the daughter to say no, so you can agree by default."
"Why can’t you take care of yourself when alone at ho?" Mrs. Zhang said irritably, "Daughter earns the money, taking us out for fun."
"We’ve lent out all the family savings, the daughter wants to buy a house in City S, yet people simply don’t repay."
"If there were any money at ho, would the daughter willingly be so busy?" Mrs. Zhang feels the family burdens Zhang Yu, forcing the young lady to work so hard.
With Mrs. Zhang saying this, Mr. Zhang had nothing more to say. Compared with the siblings’ kids, his daughter was much more obedient and sensible.
"And, during the Spring Festival, I’ll discuss this with our daughter, you shouldn’t ntion it to her in advance." Mrs. Zhang knows that if they ntion it to Zhang Yu,
Mr. Zhang responded with an "Alright, I won’t get involved in this." He still felt the daughter might not agree.
"I’m informing, not discussing with her." Mrs. Zhang said assertively, "Discussing with her—it’ll yield a clear result."
"It’s because our daughter is so sensible." Mrs. Zhang thought about the daughter receiving a fifty-thousand bonus and was very excited, "How is it that our daughter is so excellent."
"Your elder brother always says his children are excellent, earning so much—hmmph, I doubt they make more than fifty thousand in a year." Mrs. Zhang was confident.
"Also, don’t let it slip." Mrs. Zhang reminded her man not to say anything.
Mr. Zhang felt amused and exasperated, "Don’t worry, I won’t say anything, rather it’s you."
"Don’t let them provoke you into saying things you shouldn’t say." Mr. Zhang felt it was his wife who needed to be careful about keeping secrets.
Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes without hesitation, "Ever since we asked for money, how often have we interacted? They’re all worried we’ll ask for money."
"But the Spring Festival is coming. I reckon they might organize a al to smooth things over." Mrs. Zhang knows that during the Spring Festival if soone invites them, they certainly won’t skip ho, since she’s the one who handles the cooking and cleaning.
"No matter who invites, we arrive when al ti cos." Whether the in-law family or the mother’s side invites for als, she, as a guest, needs to go early to help.
Accompanying them to buy groceries, preparing the vegetables, then cooking, washing dishes—saying she’s a guest, but what’s the difference from being the host?
When it’s our turn to invite, apart from her husband and daughter helping, who else chips in?
"Encountering Spring Festival and regular holidays, I just dread them." If soone invites them for a al, that’s when she’s busiest, Mrs. Zhang gets terrified just thinking about it.
"Are we still going to participate?" Mr. Zhang thought Mrs. Zhang wouldn’t attend their gatherings this year.
"I really don’t want to go, but if I don’t, they’re certain to gossip about how bad our family is."
"I’ve figured it out, we don’t lack those few dollars anymore, let’s invite them for dinner on Saturday night, at a restaurant." Mrs. Zhang initially didn’t want to host, but was prodded by Zhang Yu.
"Our family invites them outside, but when they host, I won’t go to help." Mrs. Zhang agrees with Zhang Yu that if you need to host, just host; we’re not lacking that little money.
"Didn’t you say dining outside is expensive?" Mr. Zhang knows his wife is always busy during festivals; he already suggested this before, but she always said it’s too expensive.
Mrs. Zhang really didn’t want to talk to Mr. Zhang, "Dining outside is expensive, but if there were a bit more family money, wouldn’t I want to relax a bit?"
"The daughter said, sothing you can handle with one or two thousand, there’s no need to make a fuss."
"At the community gate, I asked, each table with unlimited beverages costs five hundred. The nu looks good." Mrs. Zhang handed the nu she brought back to Mr. Zhang.
"I’ve reserved four tables."
"The owner said each table will have an addition of a large bottle of Coke and Sprite."
"We’ll buy five bottles of white wine, around a few dozens yuan, then so red wine and yellow wine, and it’s sorted." Mrs. Zhang figured, "Three thousand."
Mr. Zhang knew inviting outside would be expensive, but upon hearing three thousand, his hand couldn’t help but tremble.
"It’s that much?"
"Relax, the daughter said she’d cover it, she wired five thousand." Knowing her husband would be reluctant.
"The daughter’s money isn’t money." Mr. Zhang still disapproved, but there was no choice; the wife controlled things all along.
Now with the daughter on her side, Mr. Zhang helplessly indicated he was the weaker party.
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