Modern Line 2

The next day, with the help of Aunt Liu, Fang Li's family moved into an old but relatively clean three-bedroom apartment.

The house was empty, with only a few pieces of peeling wooden furniture, but for them who had just fallen on hard times, it was a haven from the wind and rain.

Aunt Liu, holding the register, scanned the room full of people. Finally, she lowered her voice, pulled Fang Li aside, and glanced at the four men with different temperaments. Her face was full of gossip: "Little Fang, tell me the truth, are these guys really your 'distant cousins'? I think the relationship... is it a bit too 'distant'?"

Fang Li's palms were slightly sweaty, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Auntie, it really is my cousin! They... their hometown is deep in the mountains, and they don't usually go out. This time they came to the city together to find some work so they can look after each other."

Aunt Liu listened and gave Fang Li a knowing smile, patting her hand: "Alright, I understand! Young people are shy! Cousins, what are your names? What jobs did you do back in our hometown?"

The reactions of the "cousins" made the atmosphere even more subtle.

Ye Wuyang remained expressionless: "...Guards." He was thinking of protecting the sect.

Aunt Liu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh... a security guard, right? Experienced! Easy to find a job!"

Shen Yunzhou, holding the longsword wrapped in cloth (which Xie pretended to be a stick), stood ramrod straight and said succinctly, "Instructor."

Aunt Liu nodded: "Teacher! A cultured person! Amazing!"

Ji Qianqiu, with a loud voice, patted his chest and said, "I'm strong! I can open mountains... no, I can do all the heavy work!" He almost let slip the secret.

Aunt Liu was amused: "Honest! Good young man! We need strong guys like you around here!"

Xie Chen smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, his demeanor gentle and refined: "I have some knowledge of divination, stargazing... uh, I know a little about data analysis." He quickly corrected himself.

Aunt Liu's eyes lit up: "Wow! She can do accounting and knows computers too? This is a real talent!"

Aunt Liu was extremely efficient, quickly processing their temporary residence permits. Then, pointing to the job postings on the bulletin board downstairs, she began making arrangements: "Look, Cousin Ye... the office building next door is hiring senior security guards, your charisma is sure to be a good fit! Cousin Chen, a new 'Extreme Martial Arts Gym' just opened at the street corner, they're hiring instructors! Cousin Ji, 'Lightning Moving' at the intersection ahead is always short-staffed! Cousin Xie, that securities company across the street is hiring interns, you should give it a try! Xiao Fang, you're highly educated, you can look for writing assignments online! Kid, leave your schooling to me!"

Before leaving, Aunt Liu leaned close to Fang Li's ear and whispered, "Girl, these 'cousins' of yours... they don't seem like ordinary people! You're lucky!" After saying that, she left in a hurry with a "I see through it but I won't say it" smile on her face.

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Ji Qianqiu went straight to the warehouse of the "Lightning Moving" company across the street to find work. The foreman, Brother Qiang, looked at the tall newcomer Ji Qianqiu and pointed to the solid wood wardrobe that required a four-person team to lift. He was a little worried: "Big guy, don't be reckless. This thing is extremely heavy. It's not worth hurting your back!"

Ji Qianqiu grinned, revealing his white teeth: "It's alright, Brother Qiang, it's very light!" As he spoke, he grabbed the edge of the wardrobe with one hand, lifted it up gently, and carried it steadily on his shoulder, asking without changing his expression: "Where do I put it?"

Qiang Ge and the other old workers next to him stared wide-eyed, and the scene was completely silent.

Qiang slapped his thigh, his voice trembling with excitement: "Brother! You...you're born for this! Three hundred a day...no! Five hundred! From now on, you'll work for me! We'll specialize in moving big items!"

Shen Yunzhou arrived at the "Extreme Martial Arts Hall," a martial arts institution. The hall's owner, Old Wu, a retired soldier, and Atai, a senior coach who was a former boxing champion, sized up Shen Yunzhou.

Artest has a muscular physique and a defiant look in his eyes.

Old Wu pointed to the punch strength tester: "Want to try it?"

Shen Yunzhou stood casually and seemingly threw a light punch.

"Bang!" The numbers on the force gauge jumped wildly, eventually exceeding the limit and emitting a piercing alarm.

Atai retorted, "All show and no substance! Let's get real!" Before he could finish speaking, he saw a blur before his eyes, and Shen Yunzhou was already in front of him, a finger gently touching his chest at the acupoint between his chest and cervical sac.

Atai froze, unable to move, and cold sweat instantly poured down his face.

Old Wu's eyes burned with fervor as he bowed deeply to Shen Yunzhou: "Master! Please, you absolutely must come and teach at our martial arts school! You set the price! As long as you're willing to teach, you can change the name of the school as you like!"

Xie Chen went to the securities company's conference room, where HR manager Sister Li was looking at the complex candlestick charts and data reports on the computer screen, preparing to ask a question.

Xie Chen glanced at it briefly, then pointed to a few inconspicuous fluctuations and related data, clearly pointing out several potential risks and possible future development trends.

Sister Li pushed up her glasses in surprise: "Mr. Xie, your analytical perspective... is quite unique! Is it based on some advanced model?"

Xie Chen smiled calmly: "Observe the general trend, examine the details, and follow the natural course." What he was actually using was a method to deduce the destiny of Heaven.

Although Sister Li was still confused, she felt that this person was unfathomable, so she immediately made a decision: "...You can start work tomorrow! Become an analyst assistant first!"

Ye Wuyang went to... the entrance of a high-end private club, where security supervisor Zhao was conducting interviews. Ye Wuyang simply stood there silently, his eyes scanning the surrounding environment, emanating an invisible yet chilling aura that seemed to freeze the air itself.

Team Leader Zhao was utterly shocked: "That gaze...that aura...that's definitely a top-tier expert! Someone who's seen blood!" He asked directly, "Have you handled any emergencies before?"

Ye Wuyang recalled the sect's defenses and various attacks, and replied briefly, "Yes. Skilled in defense."

Team Leader Zhao didn't hesitate: "Monthly salary of 18,000 yuan, responsible for security in the VIP area! Can you start tomorrow?"

Ling'er then entered the school.

In the first year of high school (3), Ling'er's arrival caused a small ripple.

In history class, the teacher mentioned that the east wind was key to the Battle of Red Cliffs. Ling'er muttered to herself, "The southeast wind is certainly important, but if Zhou Yu had prepared a backup plan of 'water and fire complementing each other' beforehand, he could have taken his time even if the weather was not favorable, and it wouldn't have been entirely dependent on the east wind."

Zhou Qing, the top student at the desk, pushed up her thick glasses and asked in a shocked whisper, "Ling'er...does your family specialize in ancient military studies?"

During the 800-meter test in PE class, Ling'er finished easily, her breathing even, and without blushing or skipping a beat, she ran up to Teacher Wang, who was timing her with a stopwatch, and asked earnestly, "Teacher, is it over already? I feel like I haven't warmed up my muscles yet."

Looking at the stopwatch results that far exceeded the national second-level athlete standard, Teacher Wang rubbed his eyes hard: "The...the instrument must be broken! Ling'er, tell me honestly, did you go to a sports school before?"

On her way home from school, school bully Zhao Hu and his gang stopped Ling'er, who looked gentle and weak.

Ling'er frowned: "What do you want?" Zhao Hu grinned and reached out to push her shoulder, but Ling'er subconsciously used a clever trick. Zhao Hu felt a soft force coming from her, and he spun around three times before falling on his bottom with a "thump".

Ling'er looked at him and earnestly instructed, "Your lower body is unstable and your breathing is disordered. You need to stabilize your stance and concentrate your qi and blood, that's the key."

Zhao Hu lay on the ground, dazed, staring at the fairy-like transfer student, and stammered, "Big...Big Sister! Please teach me!"