"Do you need a cashier and an accountant?"
Factory Director Fang asked, understanding Jiang Cheng's intention: "Do you have a candidate?"
Jiang Cheng shook her head.
"Even if I did, such important positions should be open for competition."
She didn't want to get involved in a factory's finances.
Factory Director Fang pointed a finger at Jiang Cheng.
"You, you, how does your brain work?"
Jiang Cheng instantly put on her trademark smug expression.
"Nothing much, just a bit smarter and a bit prettier."
Factory Director Fang shook his head with a smile.
Before, he wanted to mock her; now, he felt like nodding along with her?
After chatting with Factory Director Fang for a while, Jiang Cheng left a book of exercises for Fang's daughter.
Fang's wife saw it and treasured it, embarrassedly asking: "Can I use it? I want it for the high school child—"
"Of course! These exercises are meant to be done. Feel free to use them; when you're done with this one, ask me for more."
