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

His feet were very small, not much bigger than his palm.

"What do you mean?"

"I've noticed you usually enjoy flirting with your wives..."

Ding Heng chuckled, then realized what was happening.

Is the relationship trying to "bribe" her?

Ding Heng reached out and gently grasped Bai Ma's left ankle, beginning to gently massage it.

"Um……"

Baima let out a muffled nasal sound, and her body unconsciously leaned back into the chair.

The toes curled and relaxed in Ding Heng's palm, and through the thin cotton socks, the skin exuded a warm, damp feeling.

Her body became increasingly limp, and she sank into the gaming chair.

"Brother."

"Ok?"

"Why don't we just stop messing around and buy me a car that costs around 200,000 yuan?"

"and then."

"I will definitely listen to you obediently after university."

Ding Heng didn't reply, and continued massaging her feet.

When Baima didn't get a response, she lightly stepped on Ding Heng's thigh with her other foot, trying to act coquettishly.

The man's expression remained unchanged, making it impossible to tell whether he agreed or refused.

"Snapped."

Ding Heng suddenly flicked Bai Ma's sole with his finger.

"Ouch!"

Baima shuddered, almost slipping off the chair, her toes curling up sharply, and she let out a short gasp.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand.

"You're giving up?"

"I……"

"You said yesterday that you suffered so much as a child, but now you can't even make it to the second day? You made that up?"

"I didn't make this up!"

Provoked by Ding Heng's words, Bai Ma straightened up by supporting herself on the armrest.

"I just... I just want to discuss this with you!"

"Like I said, there's no room for discussion."

Ding Heng said calmly, "We'll execute the contract exactly as it's written."

"You wait! I'll definitely earn two thousand! No, five thousand! I'll exceed my target!"

Rather than fight for a steamed bun, she fought for her pride; a stubborn light rekindled in Baima's eyes.

"And I'd like to add a clause."

"You said."

“If I earn more than five thousand, you have to grant me one request, brother.”

"any request?"

"I haven't decided yet."

Baima said confidently, "Let me think it over before we talk about it. That's the only fair way."

Ding Heng suddenly pressed his thumb down on Bai Ma's sole, applying force.

"what……!"

Baima let out a distorted scream, her whole body leaning back completely, the back of her head hitting the back of the chair, her eyes uncontrollably rolling upwards, revealing a large expanse of white.

"It hurts... Brother... be gentle... Ouch..."

Ding Heng didn't let go, and twisted her sole with his thumb again.

"I'll give you one more chance, you really won't admit defeat?"

Baima's body seemed to be electrocuted, and she let out a muffled whimper.

"I won't admit it! I just won't admit it!"

She gritted her teeth and persisted, refusing to back down.

"Okay, deal. I'll wait until you earn five thousand yuan!"

Ding Heng released his hand, got up and left the room.

Baima slumped in the chair, panting, her chest heaving.

It took her a few seconds to recover, her cheeks puffed out as she muttered to herself.

"You naughty brother... I won't let you play with me anymore!"

Chapter 210: Meeting a Benefactor Leads to Great Wealth!

On the third day, Baima went out to look for work as usual, and the result was the same as always.

In short—don't take summer jobs!

After finishing the last interview, Baima slumped down by the roadside, feeling like a headless fly.

Around noon, a message popped up on my phone.

[Ding Heng]: Have you found a job yet?

【白马非马】: No.

[White Horse is Not a Horse]: [crying]

Ding Heng: Hmm.

There was no comfort, no advice, and they couldn't even be bothered to send a meme.

Baima pouted, put her phone back in her pocket, and her stomach started growling again, but she didn't go looking for a place to eat.

Although she received a huge income of 720 yesterday, Baima dared not spend it recklessly.

It's not a big deal to miss a meal, since Sister Jiang will be there when I get home tonight.

Pema gritted her teeth, got up, and continued walking forward.

She wandered aimlessly down the street, her eyes scanning every job posting.

"Hiring waiters/waitresses, starting salary of 3,000 yuan per month, room and board included."

"Hiring sales associates, base salary plus commission."

"Hiring dishwashers, salary negotiable."

……

The sun grew increasingly intense, and Baima began to sweat. Her clothes were soaked and clung to her skin, feeling sticky and uncomfortable.

She found a shady spot under a tree and squatted down again. She turned on her phone, and suddenly, big data pushed a "Star City Gig Market" to her.

gig market...

After much hesitation, Baima decided to go and take a look.

Taking the subway cost her another four yuan, reducing her balance from 958 to 954.

Stepping out of the subway station, the sun was blazing. Baima followed the navigation and walked forward.

The gig economy is more vibrant than Baima had imagined.

The area in front of the gate was crowded with people, men and women, young and old, some dozing against the wall, others squatting on the ground smoking... Many had cardboard signs in front of them with words like "laborer," "porter," and "cleaner" written on them, their eyes vacant as they gazed at the passing crowd.

Baima blended in, completely unaware of where to go or who to look for.

Fortunately, Ding Heng gave her the glasses, so she didn't become the center of attention.

"We're hiring! We're hiring!"

Suddenly, someone got out of a car by the roadside and shouted as they walked: "Porter, 380 a day, dinner included, need five, strong ones only!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd stood up and surged forward.

"I me me!"

"Wow! I'm strong!"

"Old Qi, it's me, an old acquaintance!"

……

Pema was pushed aside, and when she looked up again, the people recruiting were already surrounded by a huge crowd.

Then two more people came to recruit workers, one time needing three cleaners and the other time needing two loaders, and each time it was the same scene.

The crowd surged forward and snatched everything up in an instant, then dispersed like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Baima let out a long breath, a wave of exhaustion washing over her, as if she had been completely drained from the inside out.

Here, she doesn't even have the right to compete for jobs!

Suddenly, a thin girl appeared in front of her.

Gray short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and a pair of sneakers whose brand is unknown.

She was not tall, with prominent cheekbones and a pointed chin. Overall, she looked even thinner than Hua Qing, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

"Um... hello, could I borrow your phone to make a call? My phone was just stolen."

The skinny girl has asked many people, and the answer she received was always a rejection.