Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 667: Invite her to be the Factory Director?

Chapter 667: Chapter 667: Invite her to be the Factory Director?

Sun Jinrong wanted to ask, but didn’t dare to open her mouth. What if it wasn’t true? If she asked, Song Yunuan might seize the opportunity to say, "Little auntie, hand over your shares."

Song Yunuan was very rich, the kind where no one knew how much money she had.

Could Song Yunuan not be rich?

She was one of the earliest to start a business, investing domestically, in Xiangjiang, and even abroad.

Even if she didn’t understand much, after working in the finance bureau for so many years, the principle was clear to her: as long as the investment company was profitable, she wouldn’t lose money.

For example, the movies and animated films that Song Yunuan produced were all her investments.

The first time Song Yunuan invested in making a movie was back in the eighties, when she was already wealthy. That’s why she could invest in three movies all at once.

The first two movies made a lot of money, and then the third movie, which took three or four years to film, earned over a hundred million at the domestic box office alone.

So, how much money do you think she made?

Not to mention that one movie about ancient mythology that got sold abroad; they say the box office didn’t start well, but it skyrocketed after three days.

So how much money do you think Song Yunuan made?

She visited Little Nuan’s home once. It wasn’t about how impressive their residence was, but rather how well-located their house was.

There was a lake in the front with lotuses in it. By the end of June, the lakeside was filled with huge lotuses, looking just like those in paintings.

The home’s decoration appeared very low-key, but she was warned by Old Mrs. Song, who accompanied her, not to touch anything. She was incredulous until the old lady pointed to a porcelain vase and told her that it could sell for at least three million on the market.

An item worth three million was casually placed on a wooden shelf.

Their child was raised like a princess.

She herself didn’t dare to compare with Little Nuan, nor did she aspire to compare with Song Yunuan.

She just couldn’t stand watching from the sidelines.

Why couldn’t she and her husband lay a hand on the family’s assets?

She had originally wanted Huzi to stay in Beidu to study financial management so he could get involved in the family’s industry. After all, she should have had a share in Zhilan Garment Factory.

But that child refused to listen and insisted on studying civil engineering. Does this mean he will be dealing with constructing buildings in the future?

It wasn’t about whether or not he would be successful, but with such choices, could he be involved in the family’s industry?

Look at how clever Xiao Ru is. She went to Xiangjiang, joined Fanhua, and now she’s a department head.

Could her cousin’s company be anything less in the future?

A thousand thoughts flashed through Sun Jinrong’s mind. She furrowed her brows and clenched her teeth, but her voice had to remain gentle, "Little Nuan, you scared your little auntie with what you said. What do you mean by ’don’t burden me psychologically’? What is it about exactly?"

Song Yunuan hadn’t spoken earlier, and neither had the other party. She knew Sun Jinrong must be up to something.

No worries, letting her think for a while was better than fretting over trivial work matters.

At that moment, Sun Jinrong finally spoke. One could hear the restrained grinding of teeth in her tone, but Song Yunuan pretended not to hear it and continued to smile warmly, "Little auntie, where did your mind wander to? What I was talking about would be a huge celebration for someone who’s jobless and laid off."

"But for you, Mr. Sun, it might not necessarily be such a good thing, so I wanted to tell you upfront, so even if you heard it and didn’t want to come, you wouldn’t feel any psychological pressure."

Sun Jinrong was getting anxious; they’d been talking for quite a while without getting to the point.

Little Nuan wasn’t normally like this; she usually got straight to the point. What was up with her today?

"Then you tell me what’s going on, Little Auntie; it’s okay, I won’t feel any psychological pressure."

"Little Auntie, here’s the situation: a jewelry factory has been established, and by jewelry, I mean accessories, not a food factory. It’s the seventh new factory under the Zhilan Group, mainly serving other factories, producing things like buttons, decorative items for clothing, but not limited to small trinkets like hairpins and artificial flowers. I’m in need of a factory manager over there, and after thinking it over, I felt you would be very suitable. I heard from grandma not long ago that you were planning to take unpaid leave. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to bring this up with you. If you do go on unpaid leave, then come and try out this factory position; you can also buy shares if you like. We’ll discuss your salary separately, don’t worry, you will be offered an annual salary..."

Catching every word, Sun Jinrong’s eyes got larger and larger, until her mouth too formed an ’O’ shape.

She really hadn’t expected it to be this kind of offer.

What good news, truly a great opportunity.

She was being offered a real managerial position; why wouldn’t she accept? She’d be a fool not to.

It must have been because she felt guilty for leaving her uncle’s family out in the cold all these years, that Song Yunuan felt she had no choice but to come to her.

To avoid being deemed heartless and unprincipled in the future.

Of course, these were thoughts she kept to herself; Sun Jinrong definitely wouldn’t blurt them out foolishly.

She didn’t feel particularly grateful either, only following protocol as she said, "Actually, about taking unpaid leave, it was just something I mentioned to your granny, especially now that Nanshan has become a city. Our Finance Bureau has also been promoted half a grade. If I were to go on unpaid leave, I would miss out on any benefits from my job, but as for me..."

Sun Jinrong intended to say something like "I’m too soft-hearted to refuse helping you when you ask like this, so I would..."

But before she could finish, Song Yunuan interrupted her without any courtesy.

"So, Little Auntie, you mean to say you don’t intend to take unpaid leave? That you are not interested in the factory manager position?"

The tone was different from before.

Of course, Sun Jinrong wanted that factory manager position.

Why wouldn’t she take it?

Only by taking the position would she find out how much money they’d been making all these years.

Was her share far too small, as if she was being treated no better than a beggar?

But since Song Yunuan didn’t wait for her to finish her thoughts, Sun Jinrong, now desperate, couldn’t keep up her pretenses any longer and hurriedly said to Song Yunuan, "Little Nuan, Auntie is interested, as long as you trust me, I promise to manage the factory well for the Song family."

Song Yunuan didn’t waste words and naturally replied with a smile, "Since that’s the case, Little Auntie, go ahead and get the unpaid leave processed. I hope you can have all the paperwork done within three days, pack your things, and within a week you must report to Beidu."

"But that’s really too rushed."

Song Yunuan asked with a smile in return, "Little Auntie, are you planning on delaying this for a year or two? Can the factory even start up then?"

"Uh uh, you’re right Little Nuan, I’m going to handle the unpaid leave right away."

After the call, Sun Jinrong hung up quickly and drove the small car she had purchased recently to her workplace.

Upon arriving at work, Director Liu just happened to be in. She went straight to his office and got right to the point with him: "My niece called me to invite me to be the manager at a new factory their family has started. So, I have to put aside my current work for this. Director Liu, I have the same request, I want to take leave; just keep my salary coming. Plus, this kind of thing isn’t unique to me, a lot of units are doing it; it’s more about turning a blind eye. What I want is the prestige; if you agree, I’ll share half my salary with you too."