Jiao Yingyun’s eyes suddenly trembled, "Fu Group?"
She had heard about the renown of the Fu Group, a multinational enterprise with business all over the world.
Jiao Yingyun had never imagined such a great opportunity would fall into her lap.
Amid the surprise, her instinct was to decline, "This... I..."
"I know what you want to say, you are strong and resilient, and you definitely don’t want my help, but this isn’t for you, it’s for the child," Jiangli said, placing a slip of paper on the table in front of Jiao Yingyun, "Consider it as me building a good karma with the child, take it."
Upon hearing this, Jiao Yingyun gradually calmed down, staring at the slip of paper without making a move for a moment.
This really was an unexpected windfall for her.
But she also knew that she shouldn’t be the one to receive it...
So she instinctively wanted to refuse, not wanting Jiangli to bear such a big favor for her.
After all, with her abilities, it was too difficult to get into the Fu Group.
What Jiangli said was right.
She could disregard herself, but what about her child?
As a divorced single mother, she knew all too well how hard it was to find a job.
How long could they survive on just a few months of salary subsidy?
Now was not the time for her to be stubborn.
With this thought, Jiao Yingyun gripped her purse’s strap tightly.
Jiangli noticed her white-knuckled hands and timely said, "However, you don’t need to feel too much pressure. I told Fu-zong already, I’ll only arrange a basic job that suits you, something within your capabilities. As for what happens in the future, how much money you can make, that depends on your own ability. If you don’t have what it takes, can’t withstand the pressure from the Fu Group, and lose the job later, I won’t help you again, and Fu-zong won’t give me this face either. So, I’m just introducing you to a threshold, whether you can enter it, and for how long, is up to you."
Looking at Jiangli, Jiao Yingyun’s eyes gradually reddened, she bowed deeply, "Thank you, thank you so much!"
Jiangli’s words lifted a weight off her.
She stood up, took the slip of paper, "I will always remember the Abbot’s kindness, I will definitely visit Jiaoyang Temple often to offer incense and pay respect."
Jiangli smiled lightly, "You’re welcome to visit whenever you like."
Jiao Yingyun continually expressed her gratitude, then dried her tears and gave Jiangli a radiant smile, "Thank you."
Jiangli gave a slight nod.
With her child weighing on her mind, and the need to prepare for the new job, Jiao Yingyun hurriedly left.
After leaving Jiaoyang Temple, Jiao Yingyun unfolded the slip of paper; it had a name and a line of phone numbers.
It seemed to be written with a calligraphy brush.
The name was quite beautifully written, though it appeared to be in traditional characters.
As for the numbers...
They were definitely Arabic numerals.
But why were they written so crookedly?
They say handwriting reflects the person...
Looking at these numbers alone, one would find it hard to imagine they came from Jiangli’s hand.
Jiao Yingyun remembered the Abbot’s beauty, and these numbers, and thought they had no connection at all.
Looking at the person’s name written in traditional characters above, it was exceedingly nice.
Jiao Yingyun did not understand calligraphy, but she could tell that the handwriting was attractive.
She just didn’t know why the quality dropped so much when it came to writing numbers.
Could someone else have written them?
Jiao Yingyun paused for a moment, but didn’t think much of it. No matter what, this piece of paper was a lifesaver for her.
Jiao Yingyun collected her emotions, took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and dialed the number as indicated on the slip of paper.
After seeing off Jiao Yingyun, Xia Xin rushed into the side hall and asked in surprise, "Ancestor, when did you get in touch with Fu-zong, and you’ve even sorted out a job for her?"