Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

Lin Jianshen nodded: "Yes, I'm looking for a job."

Song Siyuan looked up and pretended to look, saying, "The sun didn't rise in the west."

Lin Jianshen scoffed, "What kind of sun can you see in a shopping mall?"

Song Siyuan stared at him for a few seconds, then slapped his thigh as if suddenly realizing something: "I get it! Brother Biao, you lost again, are you short of money?"

"Hey, I told you before, nine out of ten gamblers lose, you can't get involved in that stuff, see, you wouldn't listen to your brother..."

Lin Jianshen put his arm around his shoulder: "I know, Mengzi, you're right. I'll listen to you from now on and I won't gamble anymore."

"Sooner or later, you'll lose yourself too... Huh?"

Song Siyuan seemed to have been struck by a pressure point; he suddenly opened his mouth and remained motionless.

Until the cigarette was taken out of his mouth and bounced on the smooth floor.

He finally snapped out of his daze, staring intently at Lin Jianshen, and let out a gasp of shock: "Holy crap!!!"

The sound was so loud that it drew the attention of passersby.

Lin Jianshen frowned and hissed, "Who are you talking about? Behave yourself! Stop being so horny and thinking about all this nonsense!"

Song Siyuan suddenly stood up and looked Lin Jianshen up and down, as if trying to see a flower bloom on his face.

"Brother Biao...you fucking...you haven't been...possessed by something, have you?"

Lin Jianshen's heart skipped a beat.

On his face, however, he immediately put on the original owner's usual expression, a mixture of disdain and "you're out of your mind."

He glanced at the color palette on Song Siyuan's head: "Screw you! I've lost all my money, and I even owe a lot. How am I going to keep gambling?"

"How about I pawn you over to Uncle Hao? I'll cut your kidneys off, that should be enough for me to gamble for two days."

"Once I've broken even, I'll have someone put your kidneys back in."

"Brother Biao, this isn't a spare part..." Song Siyuan shrank his neck.

"Parts can generate value, but you only consume oxygen, so you're not as valuable as parts."

"I may not be human, but you really are a dog." Song Siyuan's face still showed some disbelief.

Lin Jianshen interrupted, "Also, the idea of ​​possession isn't popular anymore."

Song Siyuan instinctively replied, "What's it called?"

Lin Jianshen said, "I will pass on my precious cultivation and experience to you, but the price is that your memories will slowly disappear."

"Damn!" Song Siyuan was taken aback by his nonsensical statement, then laughed and cursed, "Isn't this still possession?"

"But Brother Biao, if you're really short on money, why don't you just ask Sun Yu? That girl's a little bit of money slipping through her fingers is enough for you to live a carefree life for a while."

Lin Jianshen said, "Damn it, Mengzi, can't you use your brain? Do you think we can take this money?"

Sun Yu's father is the Uncle Hao that Lin Jianshen mentioned.

Sun Hao is a loan shark and he's very rich.

Because the original owner was good at fighting and not afraid of trouble, he often helped Sun Hao with some dirty work of debt collection, which earned him Sun Hao's "appreciation".

Sun Yu was strictly disciplined by Sun Hao since childhood, and for some reason, she was attracted to the original owner's "cool" street thug style.

After riding his motorcycle and causing a ruckus a few times, he became completely infatuated with the original owner of the body.

When Sun Hao saw Sun Yuhe, with his dyed yellow hair, wearing loafers, and spouting Confucian classics like Lin Jianshen, he almost choked on his breath.

Despite all our precautions, the blond-haired guy still managed to break into our house.

If he hadn't had other things to do at the time, he definitely would have come and given them a lecture.

Lin Jianshen said, "First of all, Sun Yu is currently under house arrest by Uncle Hao. Do you expect me to climb over the wall to find her?"

"Secondly, is there any difference between taking Sun Yu's money and directly putting your hand in Uncle Hao's pocket?"

"Besides, Uncle Hao warned me not to mess with her. Do you want me to experience Uncle Hao's methods?"

Song Siyuan shuddered: "Then forget it. But speaking of which, Uncle Hao's people haven't called us to assign any work for a few days."

He picked up the cigarette from the ground, looking somewhat melancholy: "I'm almost out of cigarettes."

The debt collection jobs that Sun Hao occasionally sent out were dangerous, but the money came very quickly.

Every time they received the money, the people on the other side would simply pull out a stack of cash and throw it to them.

Sun Hao, loan sharks, debt collectors, gambling debts, and his sister who might have killed "himself"...

It seems I've even borrowed money from someone else...

A complete mess...

Original owner, you deserve to die.

Lin Jianshen tried not to think too much about it and said, "I guess you're busy competing with your rivals these days, so you probably don't have time."

"Mengzi, why don't you find a class with me?"

Song Siyuan shuddered: "Going to work? I'll never go to work in my life."

"Besides, it's not easy to explain when Uncle Hao sends us work."

Lin Jianshen sneered, "With so many underlings, why would he need you? You really think you're something special."

Song Siyuan waved his hand: "Do you know what I look forward to most when I'm at work?"

Lin Jianshen asked, "What is it?"

Song Siyuan said, "Retirement, just think how terrifying that is. If you're still working, you don't even want to live for the next few decades... Do you think you can keep working like that?"

Lin Jianshen exclaimed in shock, "Mengzi, you see things so clearly. I really underestimated you."

Song Siyuan chuckled and said, "I saw it on Douyin (TikTok). When people ask me why I don't have a job, I use this as an excuse. Isn't that philosophical?"

"But Brother Biao, when I came from the alley behind the mall, I saw someone handing out flyers. You can go check it out."

"I have fifty yuan left, I'm going online."

Lin Jianshen cursed, "You little brat, you'll die from being on a brothel sooner or later. Stop watching Sugar Heart Eight Great Masters, you know that?"

Song Siyuan waved his hand: "Oh dear, I can't afford nutritional drinks lately, so I haven't been watching TV much. I'm going to play mahjong, bye."

"No wonder he keeps calling for his mother all the time, what a character!"

Song Siyuan was not ashamed at all; instead, he waved his hand smugly.

It felt like my feet were on springs, bouncing and jerking as I headed towards the internet cafe.

"Alright, let's hand out flyers to earn some money for food first. It's better than being idle."

Lin Jianshen walked out of the back door of the mall.

His elongated shadow was reflected in the glass curtain wall as he walked alone on the bustling street.

Lin Jianshen walked into the back alley and found a stall with a red cloth on the table and a mountain of flyers piled up on it.

Next to it stood a sign that read: "Hiring flyer distributors, 120 a day, 50 a half day, paid daily."

They're handing out flyers, but they're also distributing flyers.

Lin Jianshen walked over and spoke a few words with the middle-aged man who was smoking.

The other person glanced at his striking blond hair and undeniable fierce appearance, asked no further questions, and simply handed him a thick stack of flyers.

"Just this piece. Come back and collect your pay after you're done. Don't be lazy, and don't litter. I have people watching over you."

After receiving the flyer, Lin Jianshen glanced at its contents and his lips twitched involuntarily.

It's a shop that sells medicinal wine made with "family secret recipes".

Specializes in treating various embarrassing male ailments.

The copywriting is explicit, the pictures are exaggerated, and the words are full of vulgar and offensive language.

It's the kind of thing that might not even pass censorship if written into a novel.

Lin Jianshen took another careful look and realized that it was his own eyes that had automatically sorted the data.

The text on it clearly shows a turtle's head and its calf.

Damn, what a genius! He's so good at evading censorship; it's a shame he's not writing novels.

The leaflet also included case studies and historical background information.

He couldn't wait to tell others that drinking the medicinal wine would instantly transform him into Marquis Changxin.

No wonder they're willing to pay daily wages and hire someone like him—people who care about their image really can't bring themselves to do this.

"Alright, let's earn fifty first, enough for today's meals."

He picked up the flyer and walked into the alley.

Passersby reacted in various ways: some walked past quickly without looking at each other.

Some people frowned and glanced at it, as if avoiding something dirty... Well, calling this flyer dirty isn't really an insult to it.

Some people impatiently waved them away.

Occasionally one or two people would pick it up out of curiosity, but most of them would just walk a few steps and then casually throw it into the trash can.

Lin Jianshen greeted people with a smile, handed out flyers, was refused, and handed them out again.

The weather in July was exceptionally hot and humid, and he was sweating profusely.

The black short-sleeved shirt with a tiger's head printed on the chest and golden wings on the back was soaked with sweat.

Lin Jianshen wiped his sweat and asked a staff member at a Wallace store on the roadside for a glass of water.

Seeing his fierce expression, the receptionist, not wanting to cause trouble, filled a Coke cup with water and handed it to him.

As the sun gradually slanted westward, it made him dizzy, and the flyers in his hand finally began to thin.

After handing out the last stack, I returned to the alley entrance.

The middle-aged man was packing up his stall when he saw him return. He readily handed over fifty yuan.

"You handed them out neatly, not carelessly. Are you coming again tomorrow? I'll reserve a spot for you, all day, 120 yuan."

"Here you are, here you are, thank you, boss." Lin Jianshen thanked him repeatedly.

As dusk fell, the streetlights gradually came on.

Lin Jianshen walked back wearily.

Deep within my body, a burning desire began to awaken, like countless tiny ants crawling in my veins.

He was craving alcohol.

My fingers began to tremble slightly involuntarily, and my throat went dry.

"Just one bottle, even the cheapest beer will do... just one bottle..."