So, nobody in the village had heard any news before, and when they suddenly heard this, it was like a bolt from the blue. Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Sister Guihua, is what you're saying true or false? Don't you need at least a middle school diploma to work in a factory? Changhai didn't even finish elementary school."
"Yeah, you're not just trying to save face by bragging here, are you?"
"Exactly, anyone can brag. Just be careful not to overinflate your story or it'll backfire on you."
Those who envied others couldn't help but mock.
Facing the crowd's skepticism, Zhang Guihua arrogantly lifted her chin and said, "What do you all know? My son is both smart and savvy, he looks decent, and he speaks and acts no worse than a middle schooler. The factory leaders really admire my son."
True gold doesn't fear fire; her son was indeed working at the transport factory, and nothing they said could change that fact.
