Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 272 - 92: Work (Part 3)

"Why do I have such a father?"

"Hmm!"

The fetal movement made her let out a muffled groan, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead. She staggered back onto the bed, cradling her swollen belly, gently stroking it.

After a long while.

Zhao Xiuxiu finally exhaled deeply, taking out her phone from her bag.

There were many unread messages on WeChat.

"Xiuxiu, I heard you got fired from your company?"

"They’ve got the nerve to fire a pregnant woman. You should sue them, but I remember you’re still in your probation period, which makes it hard to win such a case."

"Take good care of your health!"

Though it was meant to be caring, Zhao Xiuxiu could sense a hint of sarcasm between the lines.

Yes!

The girl who was once popular with men is now pregnant, a result of being messed around by a jerk, and now she has to go job hunting with a big belly.

You see this, and you feel superior, right?

"Xiuxiu, are you looking for a job?"

"I can’t help here; the work environment isn’t suitable for pregnant women. Women already face limitations in career titles, and no one dares to hire a pregnant woman."

"..."

"You’re pregnant, which means you’d go on maternity leave as soon as you join. If anything happens, the company would have to take responsibility. No one would want to hire you."

As she read through the messages one by one, Zhao Xiuxiu’s face turned grim, her eyes dulled with each blow she received.

"Why don’t you ask Monk for help? He might be able to help you."

One message made her pause.

"Dapeng!"

She knew Dapeng, a friend of Shi Xin’s.

Zhao Xiuxiu even knew that Shi Xin liked her. Women mature earlier, so it’s easy to see the innocent affection in a young boy’s eyes.

After Shi Xin was killed, she went specifically to burn joss paper in memory of her past youth.

"Fang Zheng?"

The Monk that Dapeng mentioned should be another close friend of Shi Xin’s; he was low-key, and she didn’t know what he did.

Zhao Xiuxiu scrolled through her phone, found Fang Zheng’s WeChat, and saw that their last interaction was a few years back during the Spring Festival to exchange greetings.

In recent years, people didn’t favor mass greetings, and they hadn’t been in touch.

Even,

She couldn’t quite remember what he looked like anymore.

Staring at Fang Zheng’s WeChat profile, Zhao Xiuxiu hesitated for a moment, holding onto a sliver of hope, and slowly typed out a message.

A moment later.

"Sigh!"

She sighed, put the phone aside, lay on her side, curled up on the bed, and lightly rubbed her belly with one hand. It was said that this could make the fetus feel warm.

"Ding ding..."

The phone chimed.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, and she picked up the phone to read the latest message.

It was a reply from Fang Zheng, containing an address and a phone number, along with a screenshot of a factory recruitment ad.

"Yunzhi?"

Looking at the address, Zhao Xiuxiu pursed her lips slightly.

......

The next day.

Getting off the bus, Zhao Xiuxiu glanced around, took out her phone, and dialed a number.

"Is this Manager Zhu?"

"Yes, it’s me," the other person replied:

"Have you arrived?"

"Yes," Zhao Xiuxiu nodded:

"I got off at the place you mentioned."

"Wait a moment," came the sound of hurried movement on the phone:

"I’ll come get you."

"No need, no need," Zhao Xiuxiu quickly shook her head, speaking softly:

"Just tell me the exact location, and I’ll walk there."

"It’s fine," Manager Zhu chuckled:

"It’s very close; I’ll be there shortly."

Hanging up, Zhao Xiuxiu looked around anxiously, relaxing a little when she saw many workers coming and going nearby.

As promised, it wasn’t long before a four-wheeled vehicle resembling a sightseeing car stopped in front of her, and someone leaned out to look:

"Zhao Xiuxiu?"

"That’s me," Zhao Xiuxiu nodded excitedly:

"Are you Manager Zhu?"

"Just call me Sister Zhu," Manager Zhu waved with a smile, her attitude warm:

"Hop in!"

"Okay, Sister Zhu..." Zhao Xiuxiu nodded:

"Sister Zhu."

The sightseeing car made a turn, taking Zhao Xiuxiu toward the nearby textile factory. Sister Zhu, who appeared to be in her early forties, introduced:

"Yunzhi has just renovated the new workshops. The equipment is state-of-the-art machinery, and the boss specially hired a few top weavers to teach the employees the weaving techniques."

"Hmm..."

"There are some things I can’t say outright, but rest assured, Yunzhi has an excellent future, no... it’s extraordinarily promising!"

As she spoke, her eyes shone with enthusiasm rarely seen among working people.

"We’re here!"

The sightseeing car swiped a card to enter the factory.

Zhao Xiuxiu sat in the car, observing the factory in front of her.

The main gate seemed freshly renovated, the cement and stone slabs unweathered, the design bold and vintage, quite different from typical small factories.

The interior was spacious, and more importantly, clean and tidy. There was not a single weed over such a large area, showing the management’s dedication.

Besides several workshops, the factory also had a three-story building.

"The factory is currently planning to build a ten-story office building, land planning has been approved, and they are selecting a construction company."

"Right over there."

Manager Zhu pointed a finger, continuing:

"Additionally, a residential area will be built, and the cafeteria will be renovated and rebuilt, along with recreational areas and a game room."

"In the next few years, this place is bound to change dramatically!"

Zhao Xiuxiu nodded slowly.

She didn’t know if what was said was true, but the passion and drive in her words were rare among working people. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

It even gave her some motivation.

"Zhao..." Manager Zhu turned to her, saying:

"How about I call you Xiuxiu?"

"Of course," Zhao Xiuxiu quickly nodded:

"Sister Zhu can just call me Xiuxiu."

"Alright," Manager Zhu smiled, then cautiously asked:

"Xiuxiu, the person who referred you... how do you know him?"

"You mean Fang Zheng?" Zhao Xiuxiu asked:

"He’s my classmate."

"Classmate?" Manager Zhu raised an eyebrow at her words, casting a thoughtful glance at Zhao Xiuxiu’s swollen belly, and nodded with understanding.