Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 25 - The Homeless Supporting Actress 25_1

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Zhang Yu had fully integrated into the company, and although she reviewed the necessary materials and identified some issues,

overall, the problems weren’t significant.

She notified the finance department directly and also reported to the corporate group.

Having found the issues, she pointed them out, then reported them up the chain.

As for how they would be handled afterward, that wasn’t her concern.

She didn’t know how the corporate group handled them, but Zhang Yu noticed that they made some minor adjustments to the accounts.

Some financial processes were also improved again; all expense reimbursements and purchases had to go through her audit.

Zhang Yu had thought that her role here was just as a mascot, and that she would have plenty of personal time to read, study, and improve herself.

But then she realized she had a significant problem: she simply couldn’t do her own things during work hours.

She was either busy reviewing reimbursement vouchers or auditing purchase prices, and if there were any changes, she needed to understand the reasons.

Each time a sales contract was drawn up, she had to check for any potential issues.

“Five thousand is really not easy to earn,” Zhang Yu couldn’t help but sigh.

At that moment, she finally understood why the financial director of the corporate group had agreed to her salary.

It turned out that it wasn’t so-called welfare; it was her genuine hard work and effort.

Busy with work during the day and with studying for exams after work, Zhang Yu never gave a thought to the current situation of the Zhang Family.

Whether Zhang Guohua and the others had fallen out, whether the compensation for the house had been agreed upon, and whether they had begun packing to move were not on her mind.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t called home to check in, but whoever answered, everyone said things were going well at home.

Although they didn’t say it outright, how should she put it?

Zhang Yue could still sense something strange.

The first few times she called home, she could clearly hear the lively sounds in the background and the voices of Zhang Shouhua and others.

But in her recent calls home, Zhang Yu hadn’t heard their voices.

What surprised her even more was that the voices of Zhang Dagu and his wife were no longer as robust as before; they always sounded listless.

What Zhang Yu could deduce was that perhaps Zhang Guohua and the others had truly fallen out; otherwise, why would the atmosphere at home be so odd?

However, since Zhang Dagu was reluctant to speak about it, Zhang Yu couldn’t keep asking, and she definitely couldn’t ask Zhang Hong and the others.

Otherwise, once it got out, they would all think she was keeping tabs on them from afar, waiting to see them become the laughing stock, which might just unite them again.

Thus, watching the drama from the sidelines was better done quietly.

There was no need to make a scene.

More importantly, only when the Zhang Family continued their internal strife would they not fixate on her.

If they stopped their in-fighting, Zhang Yu was certain that whether it was Zhang Guohua, Zhang Shouhua, or even Zhang Hong, they would all have their eyes on her wallet.

Just like in her past life, whether it was Zhang Yi, Zhang Xin, or even Liu Jian, whenever they faced a problem, besides Zhang Dagu and his wife contributing money, hadn’t Zhang Yu also had to cough up?

Now, she had no intention of being the sucker again, so she would let them continue their internal fights.

Zhang Dagu lay in bed, watching TV and thinking about things, as he saw Pan Juan return, patting her shoulders.

“Has Zhang Yi called home these last few days?” Zhang Dagu thought of the recent atmosphere at home and couldn’t help but sigh.

Even now, he felt that only if Zhang Yu came back would the family’s atmosphere return to what it was before.

“Wasn’t it the day before yesterday when she called, asking about how we were doing?” After sitting for a while, Pan Juan got up to prepare for bed.

These days, if Chiang Yun wasn’t working overtime, then there was something at her parental home, or a work dinner party, and so on; she was just too busy to come back and cook.

Since Chiang Yun wasn’t coming back to cook, after Du Xia and Zhang Hong made meals for two days, they too began to find excuses to delay their work, leaving late.

Whether it was Zhang Guohua and his son or Zhang Shouhua and his daughter, as well as Liu Hui and his son, they all came here to eat after work each day.

What could be done?

Those who work couldn’t be exhausted, and the children couldn’t be left hungry, especially since they were growing.

As a result, Pan Juan ended up cooking every day, and it couldn’t be said that she did it without complaints from Zhang Dagu and silent grievances from her children and grandchildren.

Couldn’t Pan Juan try to improve her cooking skills?

After all, Zhang Dagu criticized her in front of everyone every day, saying her cooking was not up to scratch; she really lost face.

In the past, she would just sit full-bellied, gossiping with the neighbors about this and that; now, she didn’t have time for that, instead discussing cooking methods and such with others.

Pan Juan wasn’t oblivious, every time she discussed these things with the neighbors, she noticed the mocking looks they gave her.

It could be said that for so many years she hadn’t cooked, and now, as her eldest grandson was about to get married and have children, she found herself cooking again.

Other people cook for just themselves and their spouses, but when it was her turn, she had to cook for over ten people.

Although Du Xia and the others would help clean up the dishes after they were full, it was Pan Juan who had to wash their laundry.

The larger clothes could be done in the washing machine, but the personal clothes had to be hand-washed, something Zhang Yu used to do casually when she was around.

As for now, how could she dare to ask her daughter-in-law to do it?

That was her job.

And the cleaning work at home, Chiang Yun was busy with her job, where would she find the time for that?

Come the weekend, it was even better; after sleeping in lazily until after ten, she’d tidy up a bit, and then it would be almost noon, who’s cooking lunch?

In the afternoon, she indeed got busy with the housework, this and that, and they’d just take care of dinner casually.

No matter what Zhang Dagu said, she just stated she was busy with work and that was the level of her cooking skills, also suggesting that Du Xia and Zhang Hong were good cooks, and everyone could pitch in together.

In the end, whether it was Du Xia or Zhang Hong, neither of them wanted to do the cooking.

So it turned out that Pan Juan was the one who cooked; among the four of them, her culinary skills were considered good, and more importantly, she was a retired worker who hadn’t much else to do at home, if not cooking, what else would she do?

Pan Juan really felt like crying, she used to think Zhang Yu wasn’t good here, wasn’t good there, often got temperamental, and was difficult by nature.

Now she truly understood why Zhang Yu often lost her temper; resting for the weekend was busier than working weekdays, who wouldn’t be in a bad mood?

“What do you think if we talk to Zhang Yu and tell her that the house we inherited can be for her to live in, and after we’re gone, it’ll be left for her, and after she’s gone, it will be left for Zhang Yi?”

“What do you think?” Although he had quite a few complaints about Chiang Yun, in Zhang Dagu’s heart, the Zhang family’s only male grandchild’s position was still very secure, and the house would still go to him.

Even if Zhang Xin and Liu Jian were nice, they remained outsiders; this Zhang Dagu was very clear about.