Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

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It's less than a hundred yuan a day, even if you just hand out flyers or wait tables, you'd earn more than that.

Even if she, Baima Yangjin, is a complete waste of money, surely she can earn at least two thousand yuan?

Baima took a deep breath and picked up her pen.

"I'll sign!"

"Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it."

Pema turned to the last page and wrote her name in the signature column—Pema Yangjin.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, with each stroke carefully written.

After writing, she extended her right index finger, smeared it on the ink pad Ding Heng handed her, and then pressed down heavily to leave a bright red fingerprint.

Ding Heng picked up the agreement and nodded in satisfaction: "Okay, let's start tomorrow."

Pema wiped the ink residue from her fingertips with a tissue, her eyes stubborn.

"Brother, you wait. It's just two thousand dollars, I'm sure I can earn it."

"I'll wait."

Ding Heng smiled slightly, full of confidence.

In his view, the probability of Baima earning 2000 is extremely low.

Regardless, we should still try our best to guide her onto the right path.

To avoid having to raise a useless younger sister in the future...

Chapter 207: The Little Girl's Part-Time Job Diary (Part 1)

8 PM.

Baima snuggled into bed, her phone screen illuminating her youthful face.

Open the recruitment app and scroll down through the job postings one by one.

A bubble tea shop employee earns eighty yuan a day.

Restaurant waiter, 100 a day.

Distributing flyers, sixty yuan a day.

Baima was still not satisfied and continued scrolling down.

Supermarket promotion: 90 yuan a day.

Express delivery sorting, 150 yuan per night.

Private tutoring/accompaniment, 215 yuan per hour, but requires current undergraduate students from top-tier universities.

Baima put down her phone and lay down on her back.

Today is August 4th.

Earning 5,000 yuan in 26 days, while also having to take a day or two off to take the driving test (Part 3).

If calculated over twenty days, that's an average of 250 per day.

It seems...not so easy?

She picked up her phone again, flipped through a few more pages, and her brows furrowed more and more as she read.

Most part-time jobs pay between 80 and 120 yuan per day. Occasionally, a few are advertised as paying over 150 yuan, but upon closer inspection, they are either night shifts, heavy physical labor, or those obviously shady "high-paying job postings."

In the end, Baima selected four interviews, set her alarm for the next day, and tossed her phone aside.

"Where can I make money..."

She mumbled something indistinctly and slowly closed her eyes.

The next morning at 7:50.

The alarm clock rang.

Bai Ma groggily reached for her phone, squinted, and glanced at it—7:50.

"It's still early..."

She tucked her phone back under her pillow, turned over, and went back to sleep.

At exactly eight o'clock, the alarm clock rang again.

Baima reached for her phone again and hung up.

"Sleep for another five minutes."

8:10.

"Sleep for another five minutes."

8:20.

"Sleep for another five minutes."

10:06.

Baima suddenly sprang up from the bed.

"It's all over, it ...!"

She jumped out of bed in a flurry, her bare feet touching the floor, and rushed to the sink.

Squeezing toothpaste, brushing teeth, washing face – the whole process is smooth and effortless.

The originally scheduled interview times were 9:00 AM, 10:00 AM, 11:00 AM, and 2:00 PM...

She was brushing her teeth while looking at her phone. She was already too late for the 9 or 10 o'clock interviews, so she could only rush to the 11 o'clock one.

Baima spat out the foam in her mouth, wiped her face haphazardly with a towel, not even bothering with skincare, and rushed downstairs after putting on a T-shirt and casual pants.

"Sister Jiang! Why didn't you call me!"

Sister Jiang was cleaning when she heard this and was taken aback.

"Xiao Ding said you should sleep in a little longer, saying you all went to bed late last night..."

Baima gritted her teeth.

That jerk!

How dare they stop her from making money! How despicable and shameless!

She grabbed a cold bun from the table, stuffed it into her mouth, and mumbled indistinctly, "I'm leaving!"

"Hey, you haven't had your milk yet!"

Before Sister Jiang could finish speaking, Baima had already disappeared through the doorway.

……

Despite her hurried pace, Baima finally arrived at the first restaurant for her interview before 11 a.m.

The storefront is small and located on the side of a food street.

Baima pushed open the door and went in. A woman in her forties was at the front desk, looking down and organizing the menus.

"Hello, I'm here for an interview."

The woman raised her head and looked Baima up and down.

"how old are you?"

Eighteen, just turned 18.

"You're eighteen!?"

"Um……"

"Summer job?"

"Correct."

"Sorry, we don't need summer jobs."

The woman placed the menu on the counter and decisively told him to leave: "You have to leave when school starts, and we'll have to hire someone else, which is a hassle."

"I can……"

"I said no."

The woman ignored all explanations, turned and went into the kitchen, leaving Baima standing dumbfounded at the front desk.

Baima sighed helplessly, turned around and walked out of the restaurant.

The entire interview process lasted less than five minutes.

It was just past eleven o'clock when Baima left the restaurant, and her stomach started growling because she hadn't eaten much breakfast.

She instinctively took out her phone and opened the map to search for nearby restaurants.

A hot pot restaurant popped up, with a rating of 4.8, 200 meters away.

Without a second thought, Baima took a step and left.

You need to eat and drink well to have the energy to continue the interview!

The air conditioning in most hot pot restaurants is set low, and Baima immediately shivered as soon as she entered.

A waiter approached with a smile: "How many ladies?"