Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 154 Is Birth Order a Sin?

Zhang Ruonan sat on her bed in her dorm room. She had just sent the message when she received Jiang Yang's reply:
"No mistake, it's an advance on your salary for this month. This wasn't written into the contract, but that's how the first employee was paid, so we just continued with it."
The second message followed immediately:

[“By the way, do you know how to dance? If you do, dance for me tonight if you have time.”]
Dance?

Upon seeing this word, Zhang Ruonan instinctively hunched her shoulders and stiffened her posture.

I had the idea of ​​learning to dance, so I made a point of getting to know a senior student in the dance club.

I can't dance yet.

If it were someone else asking this question, I would simply refuse.

Since Jiang Yang asked this question, there must be a special reason.

The boss must be extremely busy with work, with countless tasks to attend to, and has no time to chat idly with me.

It's very likely related to the number of gigs he can get.

This is an opportunity to showcase your abilities.

If you don't seize the opportunity when it comes, someone else will take it away.

Zhang Ruonan lowered her head, twisted her fingers, took a few shallow breaths, and typed a reply: "[I can dance, what time tonight?]"
"10 o'clock."
"Okay, boss."
After replying to Jiang Yang, Zhang Ruonan left her dormitory and went to the school's ATM to withdraw all 5000 yuan.

He swallowed hard, clutched the cash tightly, and then relaxed his grip before he could believe it was real.

They also realized how valuable their job was.

There is 3 yuan left in the balance.

The 1,000 yuan he asked his mother for hadn't arrived yet, but Jiang Yang's salary had arrived first.

This month's food expenses are not only enough, but I can also save a lot.

She bit her lip, a smile on her face, and as she smiled, she wiped the corner of her eye.

I subconsciously wanted to share this good news with my classmates, but I ultimately stopped myself.

Since I started making money, I've lost the naivety I had in junior high school.

If you find a good job, hold onto it tightly and don't let others know.

Jiang Yang's contact information can be obtained through the career guidance teacher at the school's career office.

I am just a graphic design student.

There are students in the school majoring in flight attendant training and art, who are prettier and more professional than me, and are more suitable to become employees of Jiangyang Company.

I was just lucky to have learned about Jiangyang Company's recruitment fair at the school that day.

Many people were unaware of this, and by the time they realized it, Jiang Yang had already left.

and so.

You can't let others know how good your job is.

Your classmates at school may become your competitors in the workplace.

My phone vibrated; I received a WeChat message.

It was a message from Mom: [“Nannan, Mom checked the tracking information, the new clothes I sent you have arrived, remember to pick them up.”]
Zhang Ruonan wiped the corner of her eye.

I subconsciously typed to my mom: ["Mom, I passed my job interview four days ago, and the boss gave me an advance of 5000 yuan."]
Just as I was about to send the message, I suddenly remembered what Jiang Yang had said to me on the day of his interview.

At the time, I mistakenly thought that Jiang Yang had given me the wrong contract. I caught up with Jiang Yang at the school gate and after confirming that the contract was correct, Jiang Yang told me that even if I had a higher income in the future, I should not flaunt my wealth to avoid others eyeing my money.

This "other people" should... not include one's own family members, right?

After hesitating for a few seconds, Zhang Ruonan ran her fingers along the edge of her phone, neither sending nor deleting the message.

Arrived at the Cainiao Post Station next to the dormitory building.

Queue up, give the last few digits of your phone number, and pick up your package.

These are new clothes that my mom sent me.

I brought the package back to my dorm.

When quickly tearing the tape, the body leans forward abruptly.

My knees twitched slightly without my noticing, like the joy of unwrapping a gift when I was a child.

Upon opening it, I found a Korean-style cocoon-shaped coat.

When I looked at the texture of the clothes, my brow suddenly twitched; something felt off.

As he unfolded his clothes, the curve of his lips gradually froze.

The cuffs are pilling.

The dry cleaning label is still visible on the lower back.

The buttons have different colored stitching, indicating they were repaired after they fell off.

Zhang Ruonan remembered this outfit; it wasn't new, but belonged to her older cousin. She first saw her cousin wear it when she was still in elementary school.

That's it again.

My mother sent me the clothes my cousin didn't want anymore.

Zhang Ruonan slowly put the clothes back into the express delivery box, her movements becoming heavy.

Holding the delivery slip and looking down, my vision was a little unfocused.

Pressing the tip of my tongue against the roof of my mouth, I suppressed the surging emotions and suddenly tried to smile, but it turned into a bitter smile.

I opened my mom's WeChat Moments to see her updates from this morning:
[My son is so inconsiderate. Today I took my daughter and son to a shoe store in the county town. When my daughter saw the price was 360 yuan, she was so scared that she didn't even dare to try them on. My son threw a tantrum and insisted on buying them. I had no choice but to buy them for him. My daughter is the only one who understands me.]
The accompanying photo shows the younger brother and his second sister eating in the courtyard of their hometown, Dawushi Village, Wenzhou.

Zoom in on the image.

The younger brother was wearing new Nike shoes, a new baseball jacket, and fleece-lined pants.

The second sister was wearing 30-yuan woolen shoes from a street stall, and a cheap, outdated faux fur jacket that was a bit small. It was bought when she was in junior high school. Now that she has grown a bit, the jacket doesn't suit her anymore.

Zhang Ruonan blinked more and more frequently, and her fingers tightened around her phone.

The shoulders unconsciously hunched over.

Suddenly, I felt extremely sad.

Repeatedly rub the edge of the phone case with your thumb.

Seeing her second sister's happy smile as she was praised for being sensible, Zhang Ruonan couldn't smile at all.

He curled his lip.

It's as if I'm seeing my past self.

He saw his own fate being reincarnated in his second sister.

I locked my phone, then immediately unlocked it again, checked once more, and found that I hadn't misread it.

I placed my phone face down on the table, too afraid to look at it anymore.

I picked it up and took a screenshot again.

I unscrewed the mineral water bottle, took just one sip, and felt a tightness in my throat, unable to swallow.

Her eyes were slightly red as she murmured, "I knew it all along... there's nothing to be sad about."

Is birth order a sin?

On my phone, I find some funny videos to watch, trying to cheer myself up by turning up the volume.

After calming down, I opened my mother's chat window on WeChat.

The above shows the draft information that I edited for my mother in front of the ATM:
"Mom, I passed my job interview four days ago, and the boss gave me an advance of 5000 yuan."
Slowly delete these words one by one.

Revised text: [“I received my new clothes, I love them, thank you Mom.”]
The boss is right.

You can't tell others about your own income.

This also includes one's own family members.

Next, I need to prepare the dance I'll perform for my boss tonight.

What kind of dance does the boss want to see?

Is it rhythmic jazz dance, energetic street dance, graceful Chinese dance, expressive K-pop dance, or ballroom dance with good coordination?
The boss didn't say, probably because he wanted me to have more freedom to do things.

This is a very flexible test question that determines what kind of announcements you will receive in the future.

I need to learn it on the spot.

Also, dance shoes, dance clothes, and training songs all need to be prepared.

There's no time to choose a dance style, so I'll go with folk dance, since I only know one female senior in the dance club who dances folk dance.

Zhang Ruonan immediately went out to contact the other party.

Time is tight, so I'm willing to pay to have the other party explain the steps to me.

Before I knew it, it was nine o'clock at night.

Jiang Yang sat on a European-style carved leather sofa in a suite at the Tongliang Hotel, numbly watching the Pleasant Goat cartoon playing on TV.

He glanced at Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue lying on the wide, carved solid wood bed and found the two underage girls increasingly intriguing.

He couldn't take it anymore: "MaiMai, I've been watching with you for an hour, can I leave now?"

"No way! You promised to stay with me and Chaoyue until 9:30. How can you go back on your word? Chaoyue and I are going home tomorrow. We're still your guests today!"

"alright."

"If you're sleepy, go lie down on the bed for a while. This old bed is spacious enough for the three of us to squeeze in!"

(End of this chapter)