Chapter 3 What is a black fan? 2
"Please, please, I really need this job. Please give me some leniency and have mercy. I will definitely cherish this job opportunity more than anyone else."
At the door of a beautiful little cafe, I clasped my hands together and looked devoutly at the manager in front of me, wishing I could burst out with acting skills and squeeze out two tears.
"I'm really sorry, we already have enough staff in our store." The manager kept a stiff smile, stretched out his right hand, and made a "please" gesture to me, "Please go look somewhere else."
"Okay." I lowered my head, too embarrassed to continue the argument.
This was the fourth store that rejected me. I turned and walked out the door, looking up at the gray sky in a daze.
Ever since Xiao Nuo fell ill, the trajectory of my life has completely changed.
After selling the piano, I managed to scrape together a large sum of money, but in order to allow him to continue his treatment, I decided to use my free time to do part-time jobs in addition to the live broadcasts every night. But no matter where I went, the bosses lost interest when they heard that I was still a student.
Don't be discouraged, Yuanwan! You will always find a job opportunity!
I silently cheered myself up in my heart, then took out my cell phone and continued to look for the next "goal" in my memo.
"Yuan Wan." Just as I was about to move to another nearby coffee shop, a familiar voice rang out.
I turned around and saw Zeng Chen. He was wearing a dark grey knitted hat and a handsome dark blue sweater, and his tall figure was particularly eye-catching.
"It's so cold, why are you standing in front of someone's store?" He looked at me in confusion, "Would you like to go in with me?"
"No." I shook my head and refused. "I was just kicked out."
"What did you do to him ?" He looked surprised.
"I didn't do anything bad!" I rolled my eyes at him. "I just wanted to find a part-time job in this cafe, but I didn't expect to be rejected."
"Oh, I often come to this cafe. Most of the waiters inside are handsome men and beautiful women. Maybe you..." Zeng Chen paused and looked me up and down with sharp eyes.
"Hey, can you stop making fun of me?" I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him unhappily. "I'm already frustrated enough that I can't find a job."
He looked at me intently, with the corners of his lips slightly raised. Zeng Chen stared at me like this for a long time. When I couldn't help but suspect that there was something dirty on my face, he suddenly asked, "Why are you looking for a job all of a sudden?"
I didn't want to say more, so I made up an excuse: "Nothing, I don't have enough pocket money."
"Well..." Zeng Chen blew a breath on his hand and said casually, "I have a job suitable for you."
"Really?" I immediately grabbed his arm excitedly, "What kind of job? Tell me now!"
"Why don't you be my guide?"
"Guide? Are you going to travel somewhere?" I was stunned. "To tell you the truth, I have never left Qingtong City in my life."
"That's right." Zeng Chen nodded with satisfaction. "I just returned to China not long ago, and the road conditions here are really a headache. You know I have been looking for my brother's whereabouts. In order to get familiar with this city, I especially need someone who is familiar with Qingtong City to show me the way."
"Don't worry, I will give you commission according to the time." He added, probably because he saw that I was still confused.
"I don't want it." I refused subconsciously.
"You haven't asked me how much I pay you per hour." Zeng Chen's brows suddenly furrowed.
"I refused because you said you wanted to pay me!" I rubbed my temple and said depressedly, "We are classmates and half neighbors. I showed you the way and so on. Isn't this a piece of cake? Why do I still want your money?"
"I don't want to owe you a favor." His face darkened, and the brief smile just now seemed like an illusion. "I won't feel at ease if you help me without expecting anything in return."
When I heard him say that, I was speechless... This young master has a really weird personality!
"Don't think too much." Zeng Chen saw that I was still hesitating and suddenly raised his index finger to me, "One hour ."
"10 yuan?" I blurted out.
He shook his head: "Guess again."
"1...100?" I just said it casually, but I didn't expect him to nod confidently this time.
100 per hour! Is this hourly wage too much? I really can't refuse such an attractive offer!
"Then...deal!"
Zeng Chen raised his hand and clapped his hands with mine. His hands were warm and dry . In an instant, I seemed to feel the warmth coming from him.
In the originally gloomy sky, a ray of golden light broke away from the clouds and fell right on him. The cold wind ruffled the strands of hair on his forehead, and a small image of me was reflected in his clear pupils.
It was time for my live broadcast again in the evening, and I chatted with my fans as usual.
Tonight's "big devil" was like a possessed man. No matter what I said, he would bombard me with expensive gifts.
I don’t know if it’s because I told him about Xiao Nuo before that made him sympathize with us.
“Knock knock knock…”
There was a sudden knock on the door, and a rough male voice sounded outside the door: "Hello, we are from the moving company. Mr. Zeng asked us to come and help him move a piano."
Mr. Zeng? Oh, he must be the "Big Devil"! Just as I guessed, he is a man.
"Big Devil, you will meet my piano soon!" I teased him on the live broadcast and went to open the door for the moving company. "It's this piano. Thank you for your hard work."
Four burly men lifted the piano up in no time and slowly moved it out of my room.
I stood there in a daze, watching the corner where the piano was originally placed suddenly become empty. I suddenly recalled that when I was a child, my mother leaned against the piano and helped me turn the music scores with a smile... Gradually, a layer of mist filled my eyes.
"Big Devil, are you still there?" The piano was moved away. I took a deep breath and forced a smile at the camera.
"Yeah, still there."
"The Big Devil" replied to me in the comment section.
"I want to ask you to promise me one thing." I looked at the "big devil"'s head sincerely, as if I were communicating with him face to face, "If I have money in the future, can I buy this piano back?"
"I never thought of keeping it for myself." Soon, I got his reply, "I will definitely take good care of it and wait for you to take it home one day."
Although I have never heard the voice of the "Big Devil", his words seem to have a miraculous effect of warming people's hearts, which slowly calms my heart.
