Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 744: Chapter 737: Pocketing an Idle Salary

Song Mengshi’s tutoring class has been open for a while. Although it hasn’t reached the summer peak period, she already has about twenty students — half of them her own students, and the other half are those she previously turned down.

This shows that in China, running a tutoring class is indeed the way to go!

That day, Song Mengshi called her, saying that Seventh Mrs. Jin wanted to bring her little bully son to learn painting and asked Sisi if she should admit them.

Does the Jin Family need to go to a tutoring class to learn painting?

Sisi was a bit puzzled. Given the Jin Family’s current status, if the Jin children wanted to learn anything, they’d have a line of experts waiting to be summoned by the Jins. Why would they need to go to such a common tutoring class?

It wasn’t just Sisi who was perplexed; even Seventh Mrs. Jin was confused too. She had arranged for her beloved son to have professional private tutoring at home, one-on-one, but her son didn’t appreciate it and insisted on going to this place meant for poor people. It really infuriated her!

Whatever her beloved son wanted to do, as a mother, she naturally had to satisfy it, even if it meant buying the tutoring class outright.

Song Mengshi looked at the unfriendly-looking noblewoman and her son in front of her, genuinely not wanting to deal with these two robbers. She could still recall their unruly behavior on the mountain last time!

Moreover, Qiubai had said that one should keep as far away from the Jin Family as possible to avoid trouble.

But it wasn’t something she could dodge even if she wanted now!

This calamity had come knocking on her door!

There was nothing Song Mengshi could do but call Sisi; a commoner like her couldn’t afford to provoke such big shots, but He Sisi was not afraid.

Song Mengshi spoke in the Shanghai dialect, expressing her concerns over the phone and asking He Sisi for advice.

Sisi chuckled: "Just tell that woman the truth. Say the big boss of the tutoring class is me. If she doesn’t mind, let her son stay and learn."

Sure enough, when Seventh Mrs. Jin heard that the tutoring class her son was so eager to attend was run by her nemesis He Sisi, her face immediately dropped. Without saying a word, she took the little bully Jin Yujie and left.

No matter how much Jin Yujie threw a tantrum, she didn’t soften. At that moment, her dislike for He Sisi completely trumped her love for her son.

Seeing the mother and son walking away, Song Mengshi breathed a long sigh of relief. She would rather earn a little less money than get involved with this duo!

She thought the matter was settled, but unexpectedly, a few days later, the tutoring class got into trouble. Song Mengshi called to say that some people from the Bureau of Industry and Commerce came over, claiming their tutoring class’s paperwork was incomplete and needed to be closed for rectification. However, they didn’t specify how long it needed to be closed.

Sisi comforted Song Mengshi and made a call to Zhang Jie, whose cousin was a director at the Bureau of Industry and Commerce in the Capital City. This matter needed Zhang Jie to handle.

Indeed, having someone inside makes things easier. Zhang Jie’s cousin inquired and found out what was going on; it was an issue stirred up by that brainless Seventh Mrs. Jin.

It turned out that Seventh Mrs. Jin’s brother from her maternal family had a shady friend at the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, who was a small department head. When Seventh Mrs. Jin heard the tutoring class was He Sisi’s, she thought she needed to mess with He Sisi. In her pig-headed way, she thought of a clever idea and called her brother for help.

And her brother wasn’t a smart person either. Plus, he had done such harmful things for his sister before. The main point is that Seventh Mrs. Jin didn’t mention the tutoring class owner was He Sisi, and the legal person registered at the Bureau of Industry and Commerce was Song Mengshi, not mentioning He Sisi and Zhang Jie’s names.

In this chain of clever misunderstandings, the department head of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, to please the Jin Family, sent a few subordinates to the tutoring class to show off.

If the real bosses of the tutoring class were not Sisi and Zhang Jie, Seventh Mrs. Jin’s clumsy tactic might have been quite effective.

The common people cannot contend with officials, and with the Bureau of Industry and Commerce’s dignified excuse pressing down, Song Mengshi couldn’t possibly refuse. And by the time the Bureau of Industry and Commerce finished auditing, maybe half a year, or a year or two, or even indefinitely, the tutoring class couldn’t possibly operate.

Zhang Jie’s cousin made a phone call, cursing that department head’s guts out, scaring them into apologizing to Song Mengshi and leaving in embarrassment.

At this moment, Song Mengshi immensely appreciated partnering with He Sisi. Otherwise, as a mere commoner, she wouldn’t have been able to survive in this complicated place like the Capital City!

Seventh Mrs. Jin received a call from her brother and was so angry that she threw away the half watermelon she was eating and turned off the home theater she was watching.

Indeed, Seventh Mrs. Jin didn’t need to go to work, but she still received a salary, and quite a bit at that. This situation was very common at the time, especially in entities like hospitals and schools, but it was also present in other units.

Of course, those who dare to do this generally have backing; those without a name or position could only dream of such unless their bosses allowed it!

With a glittering background like Seventh Mrs. Jin, how could the hospital not agree, and they even covered the temporary worker’s salary. Had it been someone else, they’d have had to pay from their pocket.

Sisi didn’t really care, but Zhang Jie couldn’t stand such an insult. She quickly went over to discuss with Sisi how to teach Seventh Mrs. Jin a lesson.

They conferred for quite a while and finally came up with an idea.

Seventh Mrs. Jin said she wanted to do things by the book, so let’s do it by the book!

Of course, they didn’t want to make a huge fuss, just to show that woman a thing or two.

Sisi got some evidence from He Chengsi about Seventh Mrs. Jin over the years for being on the payroll without actually working. It was very detailed. He Chengsi had collected a lot of miscellaneous information about the Jin Family over the years; Seventh Mrs. Jin was just a minor pest among them.

Originally, she only wanted to target Seventh Mrs. Jin, but when she saw the files, several of the Jin Family’s daughters-in-law turned out to be among those feeding off others’ resources, including the much-praised Jin Family’s daughter-in-law Ms. Jin Ning who was also part of the freeloading group before she retired.

Tsk tsk, truly insatiable!

In for a penny, in for a pound, Sisi simply sorted out the freeloading affairs of several Jin Family daughters-in-law. She let Ms. Jin Ning’s bunch go because they were all receiving retirement pay and the timing wasn’t right.

However, those granddaughters-in-law wouldn’t be let off easily!

Usually, there weren’t many media outlets that dared to stab the Jin Family in the back, but Mr. Yun had his media channels. These media were all loyal to Mr. Yun, so they were naturally not afraid of the Jin Family.

So, in less than three days, news of the Jin Family daughters-in-law freeloading spread all over the Capital City. By the time the Jin Family reacted, this news spread like wildfire across the country, and even if the Jin Family wanted to contain it, they couldn’t manage to.

Sisi specifically had the reporter write in the last sentence: Could it be that the hard-earned money of the people is meant to feed these parasitic insects who only know how to doll themselves up? Why should it be? What contributions have they made to the country and the people?

This question greatly satisfied the public, newspaper sales skyrocketed, and rumors in the streets multiplied in variety. Some civilian master even composed a folk song.

Gold Rat, Gold Rat, do not eat my grains, you’re three years married, yet you ignore me!

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