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Cheng Qingzhou returned to the inn, took off his shoes and pants as soon as he entered the room, and crawled into the bed. He stayed under the blanket for half an hour to warm his body. He sent a long voice message to Song Quan, describing his recent encounter. Immediately, Song Quan said that Cheng Qingzhou should not let that man off so easily and should make a big profit. Cheng Qingzhou said, "I feel bad asking for too much. Just doubling the price of a 200 yuan pants already makes me feel embarrassed."

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Song Quan immediately retorted, "What if that car really hit you? You wouldn't have to compensate for emotional damages caused by the fright, would you?"

Cheng Qingzhou cursed and then his tone softened, his mouth drooped, and he said, "Song Quan, what kind of job do you think I can do? Even KTV won't hire me to sell alcohol."

"Yeah, that's right. Are all the young masters in KTV of such high quality nowadays? Can't even someone like you pass?" Song Quan clicked his tongue twice. "It's really rare. When I come back, I really have to go to this 'Blue Sea and Clear Sky' to see just how high the quality is."

"Hey!" Cheng Qingzhou snapped, "Right now, the problem is that I haven't found a job, okay!"

"If things really don't work out, why don't you go wash dishes?" Song Quan said. "Oh, by the way, there is another job with a generous reward, it just depends on whether or not you want to do it."

"What kind of job?" When Cheng Qingzhou heard that the pay was generous, he immediately became interested.

"Model," Song Quan said, "but not the kind that walks the runway. I have a friend who studies fine arts and often needs figure models for sketching. If you're willing, I can recommend you to him."

Cheng Qingzhou's face instantly drooped. "Could it be that she wants me to get undressed?"

Indeed, there is not a single well-paying job that is easy.

He smacked his lips, muttering, "I'd better not. I can't expose my body to others."

Song Quan: "Then let me think again, what other jobs would be suitable for you."

"Well, then, I'll think about going out for a few days," Cheng Qingzhou said. "I hope I can at least find a job to support myself."

"Are you really planning to work? After the Chinese New Year, you still have to go to school," Song Quan asked.

Cheng Qingzhou said, "Do you think my family would pay for my tuition, looking like this?"

"Isn't there student loans available?" Song Quan said, "Moreover, it's just the last half year of senior year. It would be a waste to give up all your previous efforts, wouldn't it?"

"In any case, with my grades, no matter what, I can only get into some mediocre school. If I don't study, then I won't." Cheng Qingzhou's indifferent tone made Song Quan feel somewhat helpless.

Cheng Qingzhou's grades are indeed not that great. It is impossible for him to reluctantly say that by working hard he can still get into a decent university.

Song Quan said, "I think it's best for you to finish high school properly."

"Let's talk about this later. If you can't even eat your fill, there's no point discussing studying." After Cheng Qingzhou finished speaking, he hung up the phone and tossed it aside, then leaned back and let out a long sigh.

Even though I couldn't find a job today, I unexpectedly made four hundred yuan. Cheng Qingzhou felt that his luck was not bad, maybe he could find a good job tomorrow, riding on this fortunate turn of events.

He blissfully thought to himself, when suddenly his stomach growled loudly.

I'm hungry.

It's time to eat.

Cheng Qingzhou got out of bed, ruffled his hair, went downstairs to have a meal. He couldn't afford the expensive ones and couldn't bring himself to eat the cheap ones. In the end, he bought instant noodles at the convenience store because they were economical and palatable. When he returned, he borrowed a phone charger from the woman at the front desk downstairs before going back upstairs.

That night, he went to sleep early, surprisingly serene and completely unlike a teenager who had just been kicked out of his home.

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The next morning, Cheng Qingzhou was still lost in dreamland when a piercing ringtone abruptly awakened him. Cheng Qingzhou hated being disturbed by phone calls while he was sleeping; it felt as if someone were drilling into his brain, causing a headache. However, the phone kept ringing non-stop, forcing him to reach out from the warm covers and grab the charging device.

"Cheng Qingzhou, I've found an unparalleled job for you. Are you grateful or what?" Song Quan's voice was as shrill and piercing as a crowing rooster, making Cheng Qingzhou feel the urge to slice his throat and throw him into boiling water to pluck his feathers.

"What job?" Cheng Qingzhou tightened his head inside the depths of the covers, clutching his phone. This crucial keyword finally ignited a bit of spirit within him.

Song Quan said, "Do odd jobs."

"......" Cheng Qingzhou gritted his teeth, "Is this what you call an 'unparalleled good job'?"

Song Quan said, "Don't underestimate this odd job. It's a waiter position at a club banquet. You can earn 500 yuan in one night. Do you want to go or not?"

Five hundred?

Cheng Qingzhou sat up in bed abruptly and exclaimed, "Damn, of course I'll go."

In the past, Cheng Qingzhou never cared about money at all. But now, when he needs money, money doesn't care about him. The club banquet that Song Quan introduced him to is a private gathering of high-end individuals, so the requirements are very strict. The person in charge of this banquet knows Song Quan and has saved a spot for Cheng Qingzhou out of respect for him.

The dinner banquet was scheduled to begin at 6:30 in the evening. Cheng Qingzhou was required to arrive at the venue at 2:00 in the afternoon for training and preparation.

He hurriedly rushed over, and a man wearing a dark blue suit welcomed him in. The man gave him a quick once-over, from head to toe, and said, "Your appearance is not bad."

Cheng Qingzhou smiled smartly.

The reward of five hundred yuan, Cheng Qingzhou hopes to leave a good impression on the other party, so that they will think of him when there are similar jobs in the future.

After a brief training, Cheng Qingzhou changed into the uniform of a waiter and began to help everyone in arranging the venue.

During the break before the dinner party, he sat together with a few other waiters and enjoyed some bread.

Someone's eyes were shining as they said, "I heard that Mr. Feng will be coming tonight."

"Enough already, you always say Feng Zong will come, but every time Feng Zong never shows up. I have completely given up any expectations," another person said with a sense of disappointment. "Feng Zong is so aloof, he hardly ever participates in these kinds of activities."

"Ah." The person in front let out a sigh.

"Why are you sighing? Even if he comes, he won't look at you," someone laughed, "You daydream all the time."

"How do you know that Mr. Feng definitely wouldn't be interested in me?" The person in front frowned, "I'm not ugly-looking, who knows, Qingzhou, tell me, am I ugly?"

Cheng Qingzhou's face revealed a smile reminiscent of an old kind-hearted person. "Of course not, very handsome," he said.

"See, it's true that only the young ones speak the truth." The person in front became cheerful and at the same time rolled their eyes at the others.

Cheng Qingzhou was very curious about what kind of man they were talking about, Fan Zong, to be exact.

Slowly, people started coming. Most of them were men, dressed in suits and polished shoes. Some had handsome features, while others were stout and round. However, they all shared a common trait - an air of superiority between their brows. Cheng Qingzhou's job was not tiring; he held a tray and delivered drinks, wandering through the room. He maintained a calm mindset and felt no shame at all. In this aspect, he was grateful to his father for training his thick skin and mentality since childhood, molding him into an unyielding piece of leather that could withstand long boiling.

These upper-class individuals were standing in groups, holding wine glasses and chatting. They were discussing topics that Cheng Qingzhou couldn't understand, using many words that he had never heard before. After exchanging his cup and sending it to the kitchen, he stood in the booth and rested for a while before going out again. At this moment, he didn't know who had arrived, but suddenly, everyone in the previously scattered groups turned and looked in one direction. Some even gathered there directly.

Cheng Qingzhou did not go there. He had just learned how to carry a tray not long ago, and he wasn't very skilled yet. In crowded places, he could easily be bumped into if he wasn't careful. He hoped that he could do a good job this evening and leave a good impression on the person in charge.

After turning around, Cheng Qingzhou found that the group of people was actually walking towards him, but he had no idea why.

Cheng Qingzhou quickly walked towards the side.

At this moment, he heard the people around him saying, "Why did Feng Chaoying come today too?"

"Yeah, he generally doesn't come here. What made him come today?"

"Feng Chaoying?"

It turned out that the person who came was none other than the person they referred to as General Feng.

Cheng Qingzhou couldn't help but feel a bit curious, so he turned his head to look in that direction.

At this moment, the person who was surrounded happened to walk out of the crowd, cold-faced, and approached another person.

Cheng Qingzhou finally saw the true face of Mr. Feng.

"But the result shocked him to the core."

"Feng Chaoying?"

Fate, coincidence. What are the odds of encountering the same person three or four times?

Cheng Qingzhou didn't expect to see the man who had cost him 400 yuan for a pair of pants here.

Originally, he was the General Feng mentioned by the other wait staff.

Startled, Cheng Qingzhou immediately turned around. Having deceived this servant into giving him four hundred bucks, he now inexplicably felt a twinge of guilt. What if Feng Chaoying were to catch him here? Would she get angry at him? Cheng Qingzhou hurriedly walked in another direction, greeted the waiter responsible for the other side, and exchanged positions with him.

At this moment, a man in his thirties, slightly overweight, suddenly walked up to him. He took a cup of wine from his tray, gave a faint smile, and handed over a business card.

Cheng Qingzhou looked at him in confusion, not understanding the situation.

"Why would you give him a business card out of nowhere?"

The name of the man was written on the business card: Zhou Hu.

He is a business manager of a fund.

Zhou Hu whispered, "Take this, and call me after it's over."

When he said this, he discreetly glanced at the crotch area of Cheng Qingzhou.

Cheng Qingzhou finally understood what situation he had encountered.