Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 222 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 12

Since starting work, Song Xianyin feels that her life has become bleak.

She can't endure the hardships of studying, nor can she endure the hardships of working.

It was another ordinary workday. Song Xianyin sat in her office, staring blankly at the computer screen.

I've only been working for a few days, and I already feel like I'm already in a work environment.

Just then, a boy ran over, looking somewhat angry: "Song Xianyin, didn't you help me organize those data yesterday?"

Song Xianyin was baffled by his anger.

"That's not my job."

Why did she do that?

The boy got even angrier: "Then why did you agree?"

Song Xianyin leaned back lazily in her chair: "I didn't agree, I just remained silent."

The boy got angry when he saw her like this: "Then why didn't you say anything? I thought you had agreed."

The boy slammed the folder in front of her: "The team leader is going to check it soon, what are you going to do about it!"

He was truly exasperated. If he didn't want to do it, why didn't he just say so? Was he mute?

Looking at his ugly face, Song Xianyin threw the folder into his arms and said, "Who do you think you are, ordering me around?"

All eyes in the office were on the two of them.

The boy was momentarily stunned when he saw that Song Xianyin dared to scold him.

His gaze was suddenly drawn to the tattoo on Song Xianyin's hand.

He paused, his voice noticeably softer: "What order? Isn't it normal for colleagues to help each other?"

The boy didn't dare say anything more and silently left with the folder in his arms.

He sat back down at his workstation, and the people around him tacitly looked away.

The boy nudged the person next to him with his elbow, signaling him to check his WeChat messages.

I just noticed she has a tattoo on her hand...

[Really? She doesn't seem like that kind of person.]

Uh... I think she's pretty much that kind of person; her behavior and manners are quite ill-mannered. [Thumbs up]

Why did our company hire someone like this? It makes us feel like we've all become less professional.

A short while later, Song Xianyin was called to the office by the team leader.

The team leader was looking out the window, his face expressionless.

Song Xianyin sat opposite, looking at the things in the office with boredom, her gaze occasionally lingering on the team leader's face.

The team leader's face is so rugged, and his eyes are so small. When he smiles, he gives off an ugly but sunny vibe, but when he has a stern face, he looks a bit like a sewer rat.

The clock on the wall ticked away, and five minutes passed without the two of them exchanging a single word.

Song Xianyin leaned back in her chair, imitating the team leader as she leisurely looked out the window.

The team leader frowned and glanced at her: "Ayin, did you have a conflict with your colleague because you didn't keep your promise?"

Song Xianyin shook her head: "I didn't make him any promises."

The atmosphere quieted down again, and the team leader's face darkened even more.

Song Xianyin knew what this was all about; wasn't it just an attempt to put pressure on her?

I'm sorry, she doesn't like him at all, and she doesn't have a good impression of the company anymore either.

She doesn't feel any pressure.

Seeing her stubbornness, the team leader felt a surge of anger: "You've only been here a few days, and you're already arguing with your colleagues. We strive for a harmonious work environment."

Song Xianyin nodded: "I also pursued him, and I was scared when he started arguing with me."

The team leader choked up. He took a deep breath and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, get out."

He's definitely a gangster; he can't understand human language at all.

Song Xianyin quickly met a partner at the company. They weren't in the same department, but they would see each other often.

"Are you looking for a place? Why don't you go to the urban village where I live? It's quite cheap, only 1,500 for a one-bedroom apartment, and it's very clean," the girl kindly suggested.

Song Xianyin immediately decided to rent a house in that urban village.

After all, this is an urban village that has been tested by predecessors, which is much better than her blindly sweeping the buildings herself.

Every Saturday, Song Xianyin would rush to that urban village without stopping.

As expected of an urban village in City A, it's so clean, completely different from her hometown.

"This room has great sunlight; a woman also took a liking to it yesterday." The landlord was slightly plump, smiling, and seemed very approachable.

Song Xianyin was also very satisfied with the room: "How much is this single room?"

Her partner is already a full-time employee, and his salary is much better than hers. He rents a one-bedroom apartment, while she only needs a single room.

The landlord continued, "Actually, I don't really want to rent to older people because it's inconvenient for them, and they also like to haggle over the price."

“I like students like you who have just graduated the most. Actually, I think I have a good feeling about you. Here’s two thousand yuan for you.”

Song Xianyin: ?

"Two thousand for a single room?" Song Xianyin was completely dumbfounded.

The landlord nodded matter-of-factly: "Yes, this is City A, where land is incredibly valuable. I'm being quite reasonable; you won't find a house at this price anywhere else."

Song Xianyin was silent for a moment: "My colleague also lives here. Her one-bedroom apartment costs 1,500 yuan."

The landlady's voice choked for a moment as she looked at Song Xianyin: "Where does she live?"

"I don't know, anyway, she lives here. How come my single room is more expensive than her one-bedroom apartment?" Song Xianyin frowned.

He wanted to trick her again.

The landlord explained, "She rented it before the Lunar New Year. Renting after the Lunar New Year is different; the rent will be much more expensive after the Lunar New Year."

“I’m renting here for a long time. I actually found out the prices before I came here. I’m renting long-term and I’ll recommend this place to my colleagues in the future. Give me a thousand.”

The landlord looked at Song Xianyin in horror: "One thousand? Girl, don't tease me. Where in City A would you find a house for one thousand?"

“1,500 for a one-bedroom apartment and 1,000 for a single room is not excessive,” Song Xianyin said confidently.

The landlord's face darkened: "Then go look somewhere else. This girl of yours is really strange. If I give you a thousand, am I not making money? Everyone says that things are different before and after the New Year."

"But you can't give me two thousand."

Before long, another couple came to see the house. The landlord took them to see the house, and Song Xianyin followed quietly behind her.

Two thousand is absolutely impossible; the difference between the New Year and the New Year shouldn't be that much.

"What's this?" The couple glanced at Song Xianyin behind them.

The landlord said speechlessly, "A thousand for my sunroom? Is this a pipe dream? Do I even want to run a business?"

The couple laughed and said, "This kid looks like he's just started working; he doesn't have much money on him."

"You can't take money from me just because you don't have any," the landlord said, his face turning red with anger.

Song Xianyin remained silent, following behind her with a wronged expression.

After following several guests in succession, the landlord finally couldn't take it anymore.