Transmigrated to the 1970s as a Delicate Beauty, Spoiled by a Rugged Tycoon

In early spring of 1974, the steel pipe factory compound was in an uproar.

Zhao Qiuju slapped her thigh and wailed, “Wanwan, your father's compensation is something I'll hold on to for you. We'll give your room to your older sister for her wedding, too. The vast lands of the Northwest are full of promise, so off you go with a clear conscience!”

Jiang Wan's eyes reddened, and she spoke timidly. “Auntie is right. I've already rented out the house, and the rent will just cover the debt. As for the compensation, Director Zhang from the factory office just paid it out, and I've got every penny tucked away. I also had the Educated Youth Office change the countryside assignment to my sister's name.”

Zhao Qiuju nearly fainted.

“Ding! Received 500 points of resentment from Zhao Qiuju. Reward: five jin of pork coupons and three chi of dacron fabric coupons!”

Hearing the System's prompt in her mind, Jiang Wan sipped malted milk from her enamel mug. Taking down the shameless and putting the scoundrels in their place, she used the emotions of others as an endless source of income and thrived in an age of scarcity.

Just beyond a single door, Huo Zheng, a stern man sent down to the countryside, braced himself against the doorframe, dark currents swirling in his eyes. He held out two bankbooks in his long fingers. “Jiang Wan, I'll teach them a lesson. This is everything I own. It's yours, and so am I.”

Jiang Wan smiled brightly. “I'll take the money. As for you, that depends on how you behave.”