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

"What kind of name is that? It's so strange."

"Um... what about you?"

"Huang Yue, I'm nineteen this year, so I should be older than you, right?"

"Sister Huang Yue."

Bai Ma called out obediently.

Huang Yue didn't answer and continued riding her bike: "How long have you been out?"

Not long after.

Bai Ma mumbled, "I only started looking for a job a few days ago. What about you, Sister Huang Yue?"

"I came here the year before last."

"The year before last?"

"Yeah, I didn't finish vocational school. I came to Changsha with my boyfriend. I was so infatuated back then that I didn't even get my diploma."

Huang Yue lamented, "Now that men run away, I'm just drifting through life."

Baima sensed that Huang Yue sounded indifferent, but then again, she felt that she wasn't entirely indifferent...

Is it difficult to make money in Changsha?

"It depends on how much you want. Although the wages in Xingcheng are low, it's not too difficult to make a living by working a day job."

"Sister Huang Yue, is there any way to earn 5,000 in 20 days?"

Huang Yue tightened her grip on the handlebars and glanced at Bai Ma in the rearview mirror.

What would you do with 5000?

"Buy a car."

Baima blurted it out, and immediately regretted it.

"Buying a car?"

Huang Yue paused for a second, then said "Oh," her tone suddenly realizing, "You're planning to buy a car to deliver food?"

Baima didn't explain.

"Let me tell you, that kind of work is not something we women can do."

Huang Yue's tone became serious: "It's exposed to the wind and sun, and it's dangerous. Several of my friends have tried it, and none of them lasted... I suggest you just do a day-job job, it's more comfortable! If you really want to save money, I can introduce you to a factory. If you're careful with your spending, you can save five thousand in two months."

The two chatted along the way and eventually arrived at a newly opened supermarket.

Huang Yue parked her car and strode into the supermarket. When she came out, she had a stack of colorful flyers and an orange vest in her hand.

"Give."

She handed the vest and half a flyer to Baima: "The task is simple: put on the vest and go to the roadside to hand out flyers. After you've finished handing them out, go back in and get new ones. Continue until the supermarket closes at nine o'clock."

"understand!"

Baima nodded excitedly.

The sun slowly sank in the west, but its lingering heat was intense, making people's scalps burn and causing Baima's legs to ache.

From six o'clock to ten o'clock, for a full four hours, she barely sat down.

Huang Yue didn't seem tired at all; her voice was still loud and clear, and her hands kept moving.

Occasionally, a few elderly people would pass by and chat with her for a bit, laughing at her antics.

At 8:55, the supermarket was preparing to close. Baima finished handing out the last few flyers in her hand, walked to the steps, and plopped down on the floor.

My legs felt numb, sore, and swollen; they felt like they no longer belonged to me.

Huang Yue came to Baima's side, took out a crumpled hundred-yuan bill from her pocket and handed it to her.

"Give."

Baima took it and asked, "What about yours?"

Huang Yue said nonchalantly, "They will transfer the money to my WeChat account. I can receive the payment tomorrow after I get a replacement phone card."

Do you need a new phone?

"We'll see. If it doesn't work out, we can just find a wall-mounted air conditioner to make do."

Baima didn't ask any more questions, folded the money neatly, and stuffed it into her pocket.

100 was below expectations, but at least it wasn't zero.

After resting for a while, Huang Yue got up and got back on her electric scooter: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Baima shook her head and took out her phone from her pocket: "No need, someone is coming to pick me up."

Huang Yue didn't insist and waved to Baima.

"Bye-Bye."

"Bye-Bye."

Baima watched Huang Yue's figure disappear around the street corner, then dialed Ding Heng's voice call.

"what?"

"Brother, come pick me up. I know you're nearby."

"laugh."

Ding Heng chuckled and hung up immediately.

Two minutes later, a black Mercedes slowly pulled up in front of Baima.

Baima opened the passenger door and plopped in. Feeling the air conditioning blowing, she felt reborn after being scorched by the sun all afternoon!

Ding Heng asked curiously, "How did you know I was nearby?"

Stop pretending.

Baima fastened her seatbelt and leaned back in her seat.

“Last time I went for a job interview as a network administrator, you suddenly appeared. I knew you must have been secretly following me.”

After saying that, she immediately turned to the side, put her hands on Ding Heng's arm, and looked up at him coquettishly: "Brother, you are the best, how could you possibly let your lovely little sister like me wander around looking for a job on her own?"

Ding Heng couldn't hold back any longer; the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Just this week."

He looked ahead and said, "Since your sisters-in-law aren't here, I can still keep you company. But once they all go back to Xingcheng, I won't have time."

Bai Ma's smile vanished instantly. She released Ding Heng's arm in a huff and gave a sullen reply.

"understood."

The little girl felt a pang of sadness.

Does this mean...my sister isn't as important as my girlfriends?

That's true... she can hardly even be considered a younger sister anymore.

Ding Heng started the car and smoothly changed the subject: "You seem to be in a good mood today."

Baima put away her affectation: "Of course, I made new friends today."

"friend?"

"Yes, you saw her just now. Her name is Huang Yue. She's the one hundred yuan I earned today!"

Baima took out a hundred-yuan bill and grinned foolishly: "I have a feeling that I can make a lot of money and buy a Land Rover by following Huang Yue!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true! Just you wait and see."

Ding Heng didn't refute, but chuckled softly.

Okay, good luck!

Chapter 211: A Home Visit to Hua Qing

The next morning at seven o'clock.

Baima got up early, washed up, and ran downstairs quickly.

Sister Jiang was preparing breakfast when she saw Baima come downstairs so early in the morning, which surprised her slightly.

"Up so early today?"

"Something's wrong!"

Baima sat down at the dining table, grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into her mouth: "Sister Jiang, pack two breakfasts for me, I want to take them away."

Two copies? For whom?

"A newly acquainted friend."

Baima swallowed the steamed bun, then picked up the milk and drank it all in one gulp. She went back upstairs to change her clothes, then took out her spare computer that she usually used for gaming and began to clear the data.

Ding Heng appeared at the door, holding a cup of coffee.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning out this phone so I can lend it to Huang Yue."

How much is your phone?

"It cost a little over six thousand when I bought it."

In Baima's view, one must be sincere when making friends.

It's just a 6000 yuan phone; it should be more than enough for Huang Yue's daily use.

Ding Heng walked in and sat down, reminding him, "You're not allowed to sell it."

Baima's eyes were serious: "Brother, don't worry, they won't cheat! If they break the rules, you can punish me however you like!"

"What should the punishment be?"