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"Looks like you know a lot about this. Are you an old employee?" Head of Section Hou observed Song Pearl and Hong Xinran with a curious gaze, then focused on Hong Xinran.
"We're not old employees; we got in through connections," Hong Xinran replied with a laugh.
Hong Xinran was cheerful and talkative, unlike a typical fresh graduate. She was well-dressed and quite beautiful, while Song Pearl, dressed in simple attire, appeared more like an ordinary person in comparison.
Although Song Pearl was indeed from humble beginnings, the contrast became even more pronounced next to Hong Xinran.
Head of Section Hou escorted the two to the office.
The office director appeared to be in his thirties, tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He glanced at their registration certificates and asked Song Pearl to wait while he took Hong Xinran to the already prepared medical room.
Song Pearl sat aimlessly on the office sofa, not daring to look around, quietly waiting for the office director to return. Hearing a noise at the door, she stood up somewhat awkwardly, thinking it was the office director returning, but it turned out to be someone in work clothes and a hard hat.
"Newcomer, huh?"
The person who entered had distinctive features: very dark skin, a strong build, and narrow eyes. If not for the work uniform, one might think he was someone from a rough background just by his walking posture.
He smiled friendly at Song Pearl and nodded before taking some documents from the director's desk and leaving.
This person seemed to be from the workshop and appeared to be about the same age as the office director. Was it really okay for him to just come in and take documents like that?
Should she mention it to the office director when he returned?
As Song Pearl pondered these questions, the door opened, and the office director walked in. He informed Song Pearl that because her registration certificate did not specify a particular job, he could not make any arrangements. He needed to consult the Factory Director to decide which department she would be assigned to.
"Does that mean I can go home now?" Song Pearl asked. "Since I've registered, there shouldn't be anything else for me to do, right?"
"Alright, I'll first take you to arrange a dormitory," the office director said after thinking for a moment. "By the time the dormitory is arranged, the Factory Director should be back."
"This can also be used for accommodation?" Song Pearl was worried about her walking situation.
"Yes, generally employees have one dormitory here and another in the headquarters dormitory building. This way, if they don't want to stay here after work, they can return to County Town."
The office director introduced enthusiastically, "The dormitory here requires a deposit of one hundred yuan, and there are no utility fees. For the rooms in the headquarters dormitory area, the deposit is four hundred yuan, and utilities are paid by the residents."
Song Pearl followed the office director out of the office area, winding around a row of factory buildings along the green belt until they reached the dormitory.
"This is the Female Workers' Dormitory," the office director said. "The male workers' dormitory is over there by the Gatekeeper."
It looked acceptable; there was a sealed balcony, and everything appeared very clean.
However, this clean place was not actually a dormitory but a reception room meant for clients and guests, along with a Nurse Station.
No wonder it looked quite upscale.
Song Pearl followed the office director up to the second floor. The balcony here was exposed and much messier than downstairs; it was completely chaotic! The office director frowned as soon as he arrived.
On the wire rope of the balcony were women's items hanging out to dry—underwear, tank tops, socks, and other items casually clipped to the wire, fluttering in the wind.
In front of each dormitory door were piles of shoes scattered haphazardly. The cement floor was covered with noticeable dust and footprints.
Is this really a female workers' dormitory where people live?
Song Pearl silently followed behind the director to the last dormitory door. The director took out a key from a bunch and unlocked the door before handing the key to Song Pearl.
The interior of this dormitory is relatively tidy, with four bunk beds accommodating eight people, similar to the school dormitories.
The bed near the door has its bedding folded neatly, but clothes are thrown around haphazardly, and a bag containing an open package of sanitary napkins is lying about. In the middle of the aisle is a coffee table with a large glass and several fast-food cups on top. Clearly, this place is often inhabited.
"There's still one bed left; you just need to tidy it up a bit before you can move in. The bedding is provided by the company, but if you find it unsuitable, you can bring your own from home."
"Okay, I can manage that," Song Pearl nodded.
"You need to take the bedding out to air it out before using it," the office director reminded Song Pearl, showing that he is quite attentive.
"Alright, thank you."
The remaining bed is the upper bunk against the wall. Song Pearl wanted to climb up to take down the quilt, but the office director, being tall, reached up to pull down the neatly folded bedding and helped hang it on a wire outside the door.
After airing out the bedding, the office director also took Song Pearl to take a look at Helper. Just standing at the door, she could already smell the rich aroma of food wafting from Helper.
"Right next to Helper is the infirmary; the girl who came with you is working there."
Song Pearl looked over and saw Hong Xinran, who had come with her, bending down to mop the floor.
"Oh," Song Pearl responded. The logistics leader was too enthusiastic; in fact, she wouldn't remember all these routes he was showing her and would still need to ask for directions later.
The office director was quite accurate; after leading Song Pearl around for a while, Factory Director indeed returned.
"You must be Song Pearl?" Factory Director, in his forties and looking like a smiling tiger, made Song Pearl think of village chief Song Jianguo, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin involuntarily.
Factory Director leaned back in his office chair with one hand holding a cigarette and the other tapping on the desk, producing a rhythmic thumping sound.
Song Pearl held her breath in the smoky environment, trying to minimize her breathing. The office was too well-sealed, and the smell of smoke couldn't escape; it was all absorbed by the people in the room.
"Yes, I am Song Pearl," she replied timidly.
"What kind of job do you think you are suited for?" Factory Director asked, exhaling a puff of smoke.
What do I think? Song Pearl raised her head, staring at Factory Director with confusion, wondering if she were suited for his position, would he leave that seat?
"I can do anything," she smiled lightly, curling her lips. This was the first time Song Pearl smiled today; she had been nervous since arriving in this unfamiliar place and was afraid that her smile might affect others' perceptions. Therefore, she hadn't smiled at all on her way to the factory.
"The two workshops suitable for Female Workers' Dormitory are already full. We are currently discussing reducing personnel. The Quality Inspection Department is still short one Inspector. Why don't you go to the Quality Inspection Department?" Factory Director thought for a moment and said.
"Quality Inspector?"
It was the first time Song Pearl had heard of this position upon entering the factory and didn't know what it entailed. She wasn't foolish enough to agree without understanding. She nodded and smiled gratefully at Factory Director.
The office manager had been standing nearby listening to Factory Director's arrangements. Seeing Song Pearl continuously smiling at him made him somewhat dissatisfied. After all, he had just warmly shown her around, and this girl seemed to only respond with vague affirmations and pursed lips as her most expressive reaction.
He thought this girl might be expressionless, but who knew she could actually smile!
Positions like Quality Inspector were typically reserved for those with connections; ordinary people were generally not allowed to take them. Looking at Song Pearl, she must be a relative of Factory Director, he speculated.
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This chapter has only been checked once; if readers find any issues, feel free to point them out in the comments or scold me a bit...
Yesterday, the author almost did something foolish that would have cost money and sold herself out, leaving her in a bad mood, so she wanted to vent a little.
It feels like the workplace is really deep and full of traps everywhere. The author used to work in a women's circle, constantly surrounded by a few petty squabbles and noisy arguments. Now she realizes that these cute individuals are neither sinister nor bad; they just enjoy engaging in some underhanded antics.
Now that the author has jumped into another circle, with four or five male colleagues and only herself as the woman, the male colleagues are quite generous, feeling relieved that they no longer have to deal with petty issues.
Who would have thought that the scheming behind men's backs is something that the cute individuals cannot even begin to comprehend? Of course, this doesn't apply to all men; perhaps it's just a few who are narrow-minded.
Unfortunately, the author was caught off guard. First, there was a male colleague—who would have thought this seemingly carefree man could be two-faced like a rabid dog! Then there was the Pig-Headed Supervisor—simply a wallflower who fears confrontation and lacks any opinions.
Fortunately, the Big Boss is wise, which saved the author from being taken advantage of—but that was only because she realized in time to fight back.
Whether in a big circle or a small one, the waters are too deep; one can only see the calm surface. In the workplace, one cannot trust others easily; no one can be relied upon—one can only depend on oneself.
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