"Dad, our family has been receiving fixed interest payments for ten years. Now that I'm being sent to the countryside, you're only giving me 2,000 yuan. Do you think that's appropriate?"
2,000 yuan might be a fortune for an ordinary family, but the Jiang Family was anything but ordinary.
Back in the mid-1950s, though the patriarch had handed over the Jiang Family's textile mills, department stores, and banks to the state-private joint ownership system, the annual dividends from the government alone amounted to 80,000 yuan!
And that didn’t even include the regular subsidies the patriarch gave them.
Jiang Si knew the plot well—she was fully aware that by now, all the family’s valuables had already been moved away.
But a starved camel is still bigger than a horse!
Given what she knew about her scumbag father, he must have kept at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan for himself as emergency funds.
With that much money, did he really think he could brush her off with just 2,000 yuan? Did he take her for some kind of fool?
Faced with Jiang Si’s accusation, Shen Xiuwen remained unshaken. "The current situation is special..."
"Right."
Jiang Si suddenly seemed to remember something and quickly cut him off.
"The situation is indeed special, so it’s true that we can’t keep too much money in the family accounts."
"In that case, why not transfer everything under my name?"
"After all, I’ll be leaving for the countryside in a few days. Keeping the money under my name would be safer—that way, we won’t be lining the pockets of those heartless, greedy bastards eyeing the Jiang Family’s fortune!"
Her words sent a ripple of varying expressions across the room.
Jiang Si pretended not to notice, driving the knife in deeper with another question.
"What do you think, Dad?"
Shen Xiuwen: "..."
What did he think?
He thought it was absolutely unacceptable!
With just a few words, Jiang Si had Shen Xiuwen fuming, yet he couldn’t outright refuse. He had no choice but to patiently explain.
"Everything at home has already been taken care of. You don’t need to worry about it..."
He went on for over ten minutes, but Jiang Si kept repeating the same line.
"Dad, be honest with me—how much is left in the family accounts? If you won’t tell me, I’ll go to the bank tomorrow and check myself!"
Shen Xiuwen had no choice. In the end, he reluctantly produced another savings book—this time for 10,000 yuan.
He had wanted to haggle, but Jiang Si didn’t give him the chance.
The moment the savings book was in her hands, she swiftly changed the subject.
"How about we also write a severance agreement? Just to be extra safe."
Shen Xiuwen paused, giving Jiang Si a complicated look.
Truth be told, he had once genuinely loved this daughter.
But she was unruly, willful, and repeatedly trampled on his dignity—that was why their relationship had deteriorated to this point.
Still, she was his flesh and blood...
Jiang Si had only asked on a whim, figuring it was worth a shot. If it worked, great; if not, she had already gained enough today.
To her surprise, after a long silence, Shen Xiuwen actually nodded in agreement.
What an unexpected windfall!
Jiang Si didn’t waste time wondering whether this was a sudden attack of conscience or another scheme of his. She quickly fetched paper and pen, drafted the severance agreement, and had them both sign and fingerprint it.
"There. Now you can rest easy."
Jiang Si smirked. Oh, this was just the beginning.
Just wait—every bit of the Jiang Family’s wealth they had swallowed would be vomited back out for her!
Speaking of wealth, Jiang Si suddenly remembered something.
In the original story, the reason her scumbag father and his family had delayed leaving for so long—aside from the protagonist’s plot armor—boiled down to one word: greed.
Shen Xiuwen suspected that what he had gotten his hands on was only the Jiang Family’s visible assets.
After all, with the old patriarch’s cunning, how could he not have left a backup plan?
If there really was no backup, then why had Shen Xiuwen searched every corner of the house and still couldn’t find the deed to the Jiang Family’s ancestral home?
He was convinced that those missing assets were in the hands of Third Uncle.
Third Uncle, surnamed Zeng, was the patriarch’s sworn brother—their bond forged in life-and-death circumstances.
But knowing this was useless. Though Third Uncle was now in his sixties, he had once been in the business of ruthless dealings.
He had retired, but his old followers still obeyed his every word.
Shen Xiuwen had nearly given up—until last winter, when Third Uncle’s health began to decline rapidly.
If not for that, Shen Xiuwen wouldn’t have dared to even think about crossing him.
As it turned out, Shen Xiuwen’s suspicions were spot-on.
Before his death, the old patriarch had indeed entrusted half of the family’s wealth to Third Uncle.
Unfortunately, after learning that Jiang Si had been sent to the countryside, Third Uncle was so enraged that he passed away—and soon after, those treasures fell into the hands of Shen Xiuwen’s family.
The mere thought of it made Jiang Si clench her fists in fury.
Her gaze swept over the family before settling on her stepsister, Shen Qingqing.
Oh, so this was how they wanted to play?
Fine. She’d give them a game they’d never forget.
Shen Qingqing, seeing Jiang Si demand one thing after another without mentioning the job transfer, couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Dad, what about the job—"
"Right, right! The job. Si, tomorrow you and Qingqing should go to your workplace early and get the transfer paperwork done."
"Sure. Hand over the money first."
Shen Xiuwen was confused. "What money?"
"Dad, your memory’s failing you. What money? The money to buy the job, of course."
"Job openings are priceless these days. Mine’s an office position—1,000 yuan is more than fair, don’t you think?"
"..."
Lin Yueru stayed silent, only shooting Shen Xiuwen a resentful look.
They had agreed to only give that wretched girl 2,000 yuan, yet in just a few sentences, she had swindled 10,000 out of him!
How dare she ask for so much? She’d choke on it!
"Aunt Lin, staring at Dad won’t help. This job is mine. Unless I agree, no one’s taking it."
Shen Qingqing suddenly snapped. "I’m not trying to steal it!"
"Expecting me to hand over my job without paying? If that’s not stealing, then what is?"
"But the family’s money was just given to you!"
"Oh, so you admit it’s the family’s money?"
Jiang Si laughed mockingly. "The family’s money is my money. Are you seriously suggesting I should use my own money to buy my own job?"
"I’ve seen shameless people before, but you take the cake. You’re like a dung beetle wearing a mask—utterly disgusting!"
Now that she had secured both her golden opportunity and the severance agreement, Jiang Si didn’t even bother pretending anymore.
Honestly, the original Jiang Si’s habit of blunt retorts was fantastic—she’d keep it up from now on!
Her words left Shen Qingqing in tears, while Shen Xiuwen’s face twisted in fury.
Lin Yueru was right—this daughter of his was beyond redemption! And here he’d actually felt sorry for her earlier.
"I don’t expect you to treat your Aunt Lin well, but a person must never forget their roots or lack gratitude!"
"All these years, she’s taken care of you—"
"‘No credit for hard work, but at least acknowledge the effort,’ right?"
The original Jiang Si had heard this spiel so often her ears were calloused. Jiang Si was tired of it too—she had no more time to waste on them.
"Let me make this clear—this job is worth 1,000 yuan, not a penny less!"
"Don’t act like she’s some saint either. All these years in the Jiang Family, she hasn’t been working for free. How much money she’s pocketed, she knows better than anyone."
"Just because I never spoke up before doesn’t mean I didn’t know. Push me too far, and I’ll go straight to Third Uncle tomorrow to settle this!"
With that, Jiang Si turned and marched upstairs without a second glance.
Whether they agreed or not didn’t matter to her in the slightest.
Because from the very beginning, Jiang Si had never intended to transfer the job to her.
Still, she was certain they’d cave.
Sure enough, barely a moment after she returned to her room, a knock sounded at the door—
