Zhou Yijie lazily replied, "I’m here, but are you sure you want to find her?"
"Yes—" Jiang Yixiu said firmly, "At worst, I’ll learn to bark like a dog in the street."
"Alright, I’ll send you the address later."
"..."
Jiang Yixiu was almost overwheld with happiness; having such a miraculous friend was truly a blessing.
Soon, he received a ssage from Zhou Yijie, and upon seeing the address, his eyes glead, wishing he could be there in a second.
...
Not long ago, Zhang Jingshu found a job as a cashier with full social insurance. Since she wasn’t very familiar with accounting, the boss said an experienced accountant would guide her until she was ready for the position.
She thought the boss looked decent, so she agreed without much thought and started working diligently.
However, during work, the boss would occasionally drop by her office, bringing food each ti. As this happened more frequently, she sensed sothing was off and asked the veteran accountant, "Master, why does the boss keep coming to our office? Was it always like this before?"
It didn’t feel like it. He’d co in, sit on the sofa, and grin without saying a word, not engaging with her or the veteran accountant, almost like a fool.
The senior accountant, nearing retirent age, wasn’t exactly old but significantly older than Zhang Jingshu, naturally with more life experience. He chuckled, "Young lady, you should be cautious. When I’m out running errands, make sure to lock the door, alright?"
"Oh, I got it," Zhang Jingshu responded, still not grasping, "But why?"
"Ah!" The senior accountant sighed, "Up to you then. If anything happens from not listening to , you’ll be the one crying later!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingshu was even more puzzled and curiously said, "Master, just tell straight."
"Our boss is nearly forty and still hasn’t found a wife. It’s not because he’s poor—the family has this old factory, so money isn’t the issue—it’s just that he’s too unattractive, and no girl is willing to be with him. Before you, there were other young girls who worked as cashiers. They were doing well initially, but after being harassed by him, they took compensation and imdiately quit—"
"Huh?" Zhang Jingshu didn’t believe it, "But the boss doesn’t look bad, quite proper, and he’s personable. How good-looking does one have to be to not be considered ugly? Society’s expectations for appearance are way too high nowadays!"
After saying this, Zhang Jingshu realized that her sense of aesthetics might be sowhat off compared to others, and she awkwardly smiled and asked, "Is he really... that ugly?"
The senior accountant gave her a look that said, "You’re stating the obvious," leaving Zhang Jingshu dumbfounded and still a bit skeptical.
"Young lady, I’m telling you, if our boss were even slightly good-looking, he wouldn’t have trouble finding a wife. It’s just that... he’s so unattractive that no amount of money can compel soone to be with him, which is why he’s forty and has never had a girlfriend."
Suddenly, Zhang Jingshu felt a bit scared. Seeing that it was nearly ti to get off work, she quickly returned to her desk and began packing her things. "Master, I’m—I’m leaving now. I’m—I’m scared—"
"Go on, go on!" The senior accountant knew this must have frightened her, "Be safe on the way ho."
"Yes, I know," Zhang Jingshu responded while heading out.
She walked out of the building with her head down, and when acquaintances greeted her on the road, she responded perfunctorily, thinking that she must discuss this with her parents to hear their opinions. If it seed too dangerous, she would resign first thing in the morning—
It was really terrifying.
On her way ho, Zhang Jingshu stopped by a supermarket to buy so daily necessities. As she swung the bag and approached her ho, she saw a car parked nearby.
Whose guest is this? So extravagant.
That car is not sothing an average person can afford.
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