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

Master's mission, right?

……

in the car.

Bai Ma huddled in the passenger seat, not daring to look at Ding Heng or ask him how he found her.

What does it say in the contract?

"But... I never imagined that being a network administrator would be that kind of job..."

What does the job posting say?

"network management……"

"You think you can make 500 a day as a network administrator? Can't you be a little more careful?"

Baima lowered her head and remained silent.

Seeing her listless appearance, Ding Heng softened his tone slightly.

"Since you were unaware of this, we will not pursue the matter this time. If you repeat this offense, the agreement will be terminated immediately."

"understood……"

"Did you find a job today?"

Baima shook her head and sighed, "No, we lost seventy-two for nothing."

Ding Heng didn't reply, but Bai Ma looked at him expectantly.

"Brother, why do they refuse to hire me when I say I'm looking for a summer job?"

"People definitely don't like an employee who leaves after working for twenty days."

Ding Heng explained, "Training takes time. Once you're proficient, you'll have to leave after only a few days, and we'll have to recruit new people. If you were the boss, would you want that?"

"Then...what should we do?"

Baima looked worried and distressed.

At first, she was full of confidence, thinking that earning 250 yuan a day would be easy, but it turned out to be much more difficult than she had imagined.

Job recruitment websites are completely unreliable; any slightly tempting offer may hide a lot of traps!

I was thinking of getting a Land Rover, but now even a BYD might be out of the question.

Chapter 208: The Little Girl's Part-Time Job Diary (Part 2)

Ding Heng tapped the steering wheel lightly: "Want me to give you some advice?"

Bai Ma's eyes lit up, and she immediately snuggled up to him, acting all cute.

"Brother~ You're the best~"

"Go, go, go."

Unable to resist her rubbing against him, Ding Heng reached out and pressed down on her shoulder, gently pushing her away.

"Don't be so mushy."

"Then promise me!"

Bai Ma was pushed backward, but immediately leaned back, pouting cutely.

Ding Heng told him, "I'll give you some advice, but it depends on whether you can endure the hardship."

Pema's eyes were stubborn and full of confidence!

"Of course I can! It's not like I didn't do chores when I was little. When I was in the snowy area, I started helping my mother milk cows when I was six, and herded sheep when I was seven! In winter, when the temperature dropped to minus twenty degrees Celsius, I had to go to the river to break the ice and get water..."

"Okay, okay, I know you were capable when you were little."

Ding Heng interrupted Baima, sighing and laughing: "Being able to endure hardship when you were young doesn't mean you can now."

Let's set aside how much of Baima's statement is exaggerated.

Even if everything she said is true, having lived a life of luxury for nearly ten years, does this girl still think of herself as that hardworking girl from the snowy region?

Look how delicate her skin is now, and how innocent she looks.

If Ding Heng is a swindler with ill intentions, it would be a disservice to his integrity as a swindler not to swindle her.

He asked again, "Do you want to start tomorrow morning, or tonight?"

Without hesitation, Baima replied, "Of course, the sooner the better!"

"Row."

Ding Heng started the car: "I'll take you there now."

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a wholesale market.

Ding Heng turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Pema followed behind, looking around curiously.

The market wasn't big; it was a makeshift tin shed with all sorts of clothes hanging inside, colorful and varied, ranging from socks costing a few dollars to T-shirts costing tens of dollars.

Ding Heng walked up to a stall, picked up a white T-shirt to look at it, and then picked up a pair of work pants.

"Boss, how much is this set?"

"The top is 35, the pants are 45, and the whole set is 65."

"Two sets for one hundred?"

"can!"

Ding Heng scanned the QR code to pay, selected an outfit, and handed it to Bai Ma.

Baima took it and looked down; it had a Nike logo.

"A pirated copy?"

"As long as it's wearable, it's fine."

Ding Heng drew the curtain before entering a simple fitting room.

Bai Ma pouted and slipped into another fitting room.

After changing her clothes, Baima stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself.

A bootleg Nike t-shirt paired with Adidas sweatpants and canvas shoes—everything about it exudes cheapness.

Baima asked curiously, "Brother, why do you need to change your clothes?"

Ding Heng tugged at his collar: "Your short-sleeved shirt costs several thousand yuan. When you get there, people will know you're rich just by looking at it."

"Then this dress..."

"Okay, I'll deduct it from your salary later."

"Brother!"

"There's no room for negotiation."

Ding Heng had already turned and walked out.

Baima gritted her teeth and followed.

The car continued driving forward, and the road became increasingly remote.

The streetlights on both sides gradually thinned out, until only a few scattered dim yellow lights remained.

Pema leaned back in her chair and yawned: "Brother, how much longer?"

"almost."

Ding Heng pulled out a bottle of Red Bull and handed it to him: "Here, have a drink! You still have to work hard tonight, don't fall asleep."

The car turned onto a dirt road, making the ride even more bumpy.

Baima was shaken so badly that she almost hit her head on the car window several times.

Finally, a cheap hotel building came into view.

Ding Heng dared not drive the Mercedes too close, and stopped it in an open space two hundred meters away.

Baima pushed open the door and got out of the car, only to find a scene of chaos.

Dozens of people gathered at the factory gate, including men and women, young and old.

Some were squatting on the ground smoking, some were leaning against the wall dozing off... and they were chatting in twos and threes.

Upon closer inspection, the smells of sweat, smoke, and an indescribable sour odor immediately assaulted the nostrils.

Baima instinctively covered her nose.

Ding Heng followed her, took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and put them on her nose.

"Wear it properly, don't take it off."

"What is this?"

Don't ask.

Ding Heng took her hand and walked into the crowd.

The smell made Baima feel nauseous, and she wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

At six o'clock sharp, a bus drove up shakily and stopped in front of the crowd.

The car door opened, and a man in his forties jumped out, holding a stack of forms in his hand.

"Line up! Line up!"

The crowd surged forward instantly, surrounding the man.

"I me me!"

"Give it to me first!"

"Don't push, don't push—"

Bai Ma was jostled and nearly fell several times, only managing to stay together from being separated by the crowd thanks to Ding Heng's protection.