Chapter 312: Heavens, Is It Really This Much Bonus?

Director Geng smiled when he heard that.

He knew it. Despite her youth, Fu Mingxue was more dependable than anyone else.

"Then I’ll wait for you."

He then took a thick envelope from his drawer.

"What’s this?"

"Remember the water pump blueprints you revised? The prototype is ready. It performed extremely well after several trial runs, and we’re preparing to put it into production. This is your bonus—one thousand yuan."

Fu Mingxue’s eyes lit up.

She could never turn down money.

"Thank you, Director Geng. If you have any more opportunities like this in the future, feel free to come to me. I promise it won’t interfere with my regular work hours."

’What’s wrong with wanting to earn a little on the side?’

’After all, she had a cash-guzzling system.’

’Only with money could she learn more advanced knowledge from the system.’

’Without money... how was she supposed to learn?’

’The basic principles of internal combustion engines, dynamics, and all kinds of other books—they were all incomparably more advanced than anything available today.’

’What she learned from it was priceless.’

Director Geng watched her joyful expression.

He was finally starting to understand this aspect of her character: she loved money.

’It was fine, though.’

’After all, she loved the money she earned legally through her own knowledge.’

’As long as her patriotism remained unchanged, a few minor flaws like this were truly harmless.’

Fu Mingxue got home quite early.

Seeing her daughter back so unusually early, Mrs. Fu was surprised. "How come you’re home so early today?"

"My project’s wrapped up for now, so I’ve got a half-month off. It’s perfect timing, actually. I need to go back to Beijing for my school exams. Mom, for these two weeks, why don’t you come back to Beijing with me?"

"You have two weeks off? And you’re going to Beijing?" Mrs. Fu was pleasantly surprised, and the idea was tempting.

"Yeah, Mom. Why don’t we go back together for a visit? It’s a good chance to air out the things we need to at the house."

Mrs. Fu was swayed, but then she thought about the cost. After all, a round trip would cost a fair bit of money.

’Maybe it’s better not to waste the money.’

Fu Mingxue could easily tell what was making her hesitate.

She pulled the thick envelope out of her bag. "Mom, guess what this is?"

Mrs. Fu’s eyes fell on the thick, large envelope. "What is it?"

"It’s a bonus. For that water pump I designed for the factory a while back. The factory gave it to me—a thousand yuan in total."

Hearing that number, Mrs. Fu’s eyes shot wide open. "How much?"

Fu Mingxue said, "Keep your voice down. It’s one thousand."

Mrs. Fu: ...?

’Good heavens.’

’A one-thousand-yuan bonus.’

’She felt dizzy.’

’Someone, quick, catch me.’

Struggling to steady herself, she asked in disbelief:

"The factory really gave you this bonus?"

’She’d never heard of any factory giving out a one-thousand-yuan bonus. It was enough to scare a person to death.’

’Her daughter couldn’t be lying to her just to get her to go to Beijing, could she?’

’That darn girl.’

’Trying to pull a fast one on her own mother.’

Fu Mingxue: ?...

"Take a look at the envelope. Where’s it from?"

Seeing her mother’s disbelief, she just handed over the envelope. "See for yourself. They’re all brand-new ten-yuan bills."

Mrs. Fu took it and saw the official stamp of her daughter’s work unit on the envelope.

Then, she carefully opened it. Inside, it was full of crisp, new ten-yuan bills, still giving off the pleasant smell of fresh ink.

"So... it’s really a bonus?"

"Of course. Why would I lie to you about something like this? But don’t go telling everyone," Fu Mingxue said in a low voice.

Mrs. Fu shot her a look. "Do you even need to tell me that?"

’She’d lived this long; did her daughter think she didn’t understand the principle of not flaunting one’s wealth?’

’Still, the heavy weight of the money made her heart pound.’

’My dear, did you see that? Your daughter is so incredibly accomplished.’

’She was just given what it takes other people years to earn.’