Chapter 4 08.14/My fiancée lives in the deep mountains and forests...

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Chu Song stared at the interview location on the screen. She seemed to have a special connection with the South District recently.

The first one-day tour I signed up for here was to go there, I lost my money there, and now I have to go there for an interview.

It was Wednesday, less than two days before the interview on Friday. She thought about it, got up from the bed, and sorted out her portfolio again.

She majored in design in college and got a job in an art museum through campus recruitment upon graduation. She worked there for exactly two years until she resigned last month.

My highest ideal before graduation was to work in an art museum. After graduation, I interned for a while and saw the dangers of society. My highest ideal became to work in an art museum while opening a small independent studio.

She doesn't want to just take private jobs and work for others for free. If given the opportunity, she hopes to work hard step by step to have her own brand.

Of course, these are things to think about later. Now she needs to make enough money to live a good life.

After finishing the two portfolios, she yawned, stood up from her seat, turned around and climbed onto the bed to prepare for sleep.

I'll go to the beach again tomorrow, and get up early the day after tomorrow to go to the interview in that wealthy area.

She got up early at seven o'clock on Friday morning and had just finished her breakfast. At half past seven, she received a call from her stepmother Zhang Yan.

Although her stepmother never abused her, she was eloquent, devoted to her son, and treated her very poorly.

When the call was connected, Zhang Yan called her by her nickname: "Songsong."

Chu Song frowned slightly when he heard her words and stuffed the last bite of fried egg into his mouth.

This B&B only provides lunch and dinner, and guests have to prepare their own breakfast. There are two shared kitchens on one floor, and Chu Song has been making breakfast there for the past two days.

She is not that particular about the quality of life and a fried egg is enough for breakfast.

"Songsong, how's your work going lately?" Her family still didn't know that she had resigned.

Zhang Yan brought up the past again: "Look at your brother's summer camp. Your brother is going to high school, and this summer camp is very important. You said all his classmates are going, how can he not..."

Chu Song took another sip of milk and said calmly, "Auntie, I really can't help you. I was robbed recently."

Zhang Yan: "What?"

Chu Song raised his nose slightly and spoke even calmer than before, "Yes, I was robbed and lost tens of thousands of dollars. I've reported it to the police, but the murderer hasn't been caught yet."

Zhang Yan was a little embarrassed and half-doubted: "...How could this happen..."

Chu Song thought hard about how to completely dissuade Zhang Yan from borrowing money from her: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I don't have any money right now. I may not be able to pay the rent next month, so I have to borrow from you. By the way, Auntie, do you have any extra money now..."

Zhang Yan twitched her lips and said, "I don't have any. I gave them all to your brother."

“Really?” Chu Song said sadly, “All mine are with the robbers.”

"......" Zhang Yan didn't quite believe it, but she couldn't find any other reason to break up with him.

Without saying another word, Zhang Yan hung up the phone.

Chu Song hung up the phone, stared at the screen for two seconds, breathed a sigh of relief, and praised himself. This is how it should be. Whoever asks you to borrow money, you should borrow money from her.

After dinner, Chu Song sat cross-legged on the sofa in front of the window and watched a play for a while. When it was almost ten o'clock, he got up, packed his things, and prepared to go out.

The interview was at noon, lunch time. It was the first time Chu Song encountered an interview at this time, but he thought that rich people might have "quirks", so he didn't think much about it.

It was not yet eleven o'clock when she went out. While waiting for a bus on the roadside, she called Wen Yao.

"Have you asked clearly? This shouldn't be a scam." Wen Yao was worried on the phone.

Chu Song looked down at the leaves at his feet. "That shouldn't be the case. The staff there speak very logically, and the process and communication information sound very formal. I also asked my senior sister, and she asked her classmates who work here for me. She said that this place is like this. Many wealthy people need private designers when they want to order something custom, so there are many such jobs here, and the salary and benefits are very good. It's normal here."

Wen Yao was relieved: "Okay, then tell me what happened after the interview."

Chu Song was very calm: "It doesn't matter if I don't get the interview. I just want to stay here for a while, so I'm looking for a part-time job. There's no rush."

She came here mainly for leisure and vacation.

Wen Yao: "Okay, contact me if you have anything."

"Don't you still have to go to work?"

"I'm out on a business trip today, waiting for the exhibition to be set up. The scorching sun is killing me," Wen Yao reminded. "Remember to tell me after the interview."

"OK OK."

Chu Song took an online taxi and arrived at the South District Resort half an hour early.

In fact, she felt that this place could not be called a resort. No other cars were allowed to enter, and it was guarded by a forest. The greenery was so good that it seemed as if the buildings were buried in the trees. With her limited knowledge, she could only call this place that for the time being.

After she got out of the car, the driver turned the steering wheel and drove away from the way they came. She stood there, tiptoed and looked inside.

There is nothing to see, all I can see are trees.

From where she was standing, there was a wide tree-lined avenue. In front of the white pavilion on the right, there was a young security guard in uniform.

She took a look and found that those people were standing very straight, with no intention of letting her pass or talking to her.

After thinking about it, she lowered her head and found the recruiter she had contacted before on her phone.

After hearing her question, the other party called the security personnel directly, and the security personnel let her pass.

"Miss Chu Song, please wait a moment. Someone will come to pick you up."

Chu Song looked up at the endless bushes in front of him and felt a little flattered. "No, no, I can go there myself. It's still early, so I won't bother you."

The girl opposite murmured, "It'll take you too long to get here. It's seven or eight kilometers from the west entrance. It might take you more than an hour to walk here."

Seven or eight kilometers?

Chu Song was dumbfounded. She looked up ahead and quickly understood that the entire South District was very large, with different buildings and people living there. The family that interviewed her might be far away, near the sea.

"That's troublesome." She said to the other side of the receiver.

"Well, please wait here. The car that will pick you up will arrive later."

Just as the girl on the phone said, about ten minutes later, a car came from a distance and stopped by the roadside.

The driver got out of the driving seat, bowed and nodded to her, then walked around to the back seat and opened the door for her.

A few minutes before twelve o'clock, the car arrived in front of the building.

The ancient castle by the sea, the dark brown spire building, although she had caught a glimpse of it from afar on the bridge on the day she came to this city, she was still a little surprised at this moment.

She counted up and down and found that there were five floors in total, with dozens of rooms on each floor. There was more than one such building. The one in the front was just the main building. There were two castles of the same style diagonally behind it, covering the beach and sea area on the right, covering a very large area.

I have just come here and seen various villas and private houses, which are already very beautiful and magnificent, but now standing in front of this castle area, I realize that those are nothing compared to me.

Seeing that she didn't understand, the driver leaned over and gestured to her to invite her in.

Chu Song came back to his senses, considered it for a moment, and then tilted his head to ask an obvious question: "Is the interview and work location both here?"

In a place like this, the subordinates are of course well-trained. The driver gave her a standard smile and a very typical answer: "I'm not sure about that. I'm just responsible for picking you up."

"Okay." Chu Song nodded.

As she followed the driver inside, she couldn't help herself and took out her cell phone to send two messages to Wen Yao.

Chu Song: [I’m here.]

Wen Yao: [How is it?]

Chu Song thought for a moment and answered seriously: [I probably won't have my kidney removed.]

Wenyao: [? ]

Wen Yao: [How do you say that?]

Chu Song glanced down before stepping onto the steps beside the fountain with his right foot.

Chu Song: [A single floor tile here could probably buy both of my kidneys.]

Chu Song: [No, it can buy my two kidneys, one liver, one lung, and one stomach.]

Wenyao: [...]

Chu Song: [If I grab a tile from their floor when I leave, will they arrest me?]

Chu Song: [I just did a search on my phone, and the material used for these floor tiles seems to be quite valuable.]

Wen Yao: [Probably not.]

Wen Yao: [But it’s too heavy, you probably can’t move it.]

Chu Song compromised: [That’s true.]

Wen Yao: [So the place where they recruited you is really the castle you mentioned?]

Chu Song looked up to confirm again: [Right? There seem to be only three castles in this area, and they're all from the same family.]

Wen Yao: [OK. ]

Wen Yao: [Then you should be careful.]

Wen Yao thought of a scene she had seen in a movie: "Rich people living in such deep mountains and forests are likely to be perverts."

The driver led her into the yard, past the fountain, and then a young woman in uniform came over. She was wearing a black commuter uniform and the expression on her face was standard and friendly.

He raised his hand to signal her to go forward: "I will take you to the lounge on the third floor first. Butler Wan Ting has some things to take care of and will be here later."

Chu Song nodded politely, then asked, "How long will it take?"

The woman must be of a high position here. "About ten minutes ago, the curtains in the master's studio were recently replaced. The size is one centimeter larger. Butler Wan Ting is contacting people to replace them."

Chu Song expressed his understanding and nodded again: "Okay."

This building and its courtyard are very large, but it does not look eerie because there are so many people. From the driver she had just met when she entered the door, to the security guard, gardener and various staff, she saw twenty or thirty of them along the way.

But after entering the building, there were fewer people, only a few cleaning staff.

Following the woman all the way to the third floor, Chu Song sat down in the lounge she mentioned.

The room is spacious, and the decoration and windows are also in medieval style. Various oil paintings are hung on the walls, which is elegant and luxurious.

She sat on the sofa for a few minutes, hesitated for a moment, and stood up to find a bathroom. As she reached the door, she bumped into someone's chest.

The decoration of the entire building was very retro and the lighting in the room was dim, which was why she didn't see the person who was about to enter when she walked over.

She jumped back in surprise and looked up: "Sorry, I didn't see..."

Her voice caught in her throat.

She had seen the person in front of the door before. He was the handsome guy with brown-green eyes and a very, very, very picky person.

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Song Song: This is terrible. I don’t like this Party A [bursts into tears]