Xia Baozhu rode her bike around while keeping an eye out for job postings.

She never imagined she would one day find herself searching for work all over the streets.

There was no other way; I only had sixteen yuan in my pocket, and I would starve to death if I didn't find a job.

She found it too much trouble to steal food from the Leng family every day, and she didn't want to constantly shout and fight, as that would ruin her image.

Just like some internet celebrities who specialize in playing vicious and jealous characters, causing their perfectly normal appearance to become just like the type they play.

Take Xia Zhaodi for example. She had the same face as her, but she always looked miserable. Her head was always down and her back was not straight. She was so timid that it made people frown.

Xia Baozhu expressed sympathy for Xia Zhaodi's plight, but that was all; she had no intention of avenging Xia Zhaodi.

In the past, it was Xia Zhaodi who suffered and was scolded; it had nothing to do with her.

However, she has the personality of "I won't offend others unless they offend me." If these people think she is as easy to bully as Xia Zhaodi, they are welcome to come and try.

There aren't many migrant workers in Taicheng now; most are from nearby towns and villages, and their wages are low. Xia Baozhu asked several individual business owners who had signs advertising for jobs, but none of them were satisfactory.

The job mainly involves odd jobs, with no meals or accommodation provided, and you work about twelve hours a day.

Xia Baozhu gave up when she heard this time. This was really treating people like cattle and horses. No wonder the recruitment signs had faded and they still couldn't find anyone.

What can she do?

Xia Baozhu's gaze swept over the breakfast stalls at the alley entrance. It was past the start of the workday, and there were basically no people in front of the stalls.

Is she going to learn from the heroine in the novel and set up a stall to make money?

Xia Baozhu glanced at her hands, which were covered in white work gloves. If she were to set up a street stall, would her hands still become soft and tender?

Skincare is a long-term process. She covers herself up completely when she goes out, from head to toe, only showing her eyes, hoping to restore her original smooth and delicate skin as soon as possible.

If you set up a stall, you'll definitely be exposed to wind and sun.

She silently made a mental note about setting up a street stall, deciding to consider it only when she couldn't find another job.

As for asking Leng Minghui for money, she did have that idea, but not now.

Given Leng Minghui's current attitude towards Xia Zhaodi, he probably won't give her a single penny.

Ideally, after Leng Minghui and his young wife have developed feelings for each other, the best course of action would be to persuade Leng Minghui to give her money to leave, under the pretext of divorce.

Of course, this is just a hypothetical scenario, and the actual outcome depends on Leng Minghui's attitude.

If Leng Minghui only wants a divorce and doesn't want to give her a single penny, then she'll have no choice but to accept it.

After all, he's a female protagonist who's even more exciting than male protagonists in male-oriented novels, and he's also the future richest man. Given the typical nature of female-oriented novels, it would be difficult for her, a mere cannon fodder character, to defeat him.

Most importantly, they have no deep-seated hatred for each other, so it's not worth her having the urge to start a business empire and compete with the protagonist.

Xia Baozhu was originally just someone who liked to eat, drink, and have fun. Although she seemed independent, she had virtually no ambition.

She hires people to manage her flower shop; she only needs to provide the money, collect the money, and take beautiful photos.

It's not even difficult to get her to pursue a small career goal; it's difficult to even think about what she wants to do in the future.

I don't want to do hard, tiring, or dirty jobs; I don't want to do low-paying jobs; and I especially don't want to do jobs that require serving others.

The greatest hardship she had ever endured was the hardship of studying. After her family stopped caring about her, she became even more unrestrained, doing whatever she wanted and enjoying life.

She listed her talents: she can play the violin and piano, dance, do martial arts, speak three foreign languages, cook, drive, swim, ski, drive a yacht, and has some wilderness survival skills.

Oh, by the way, she graduated with a degree in fashion design, even though she never worked a single day in her major field.

However, Xia Zhaodi only has a third-grade primary school education, and it would be easy for her to be exposed if someone inquired about her tutoring work.

Translator? She's never seen a foreigner in this city, unless she goes abroad.

That's completely unrealistic. Going abroad is more expensive these days. She'd be better off using the money she has for going abroad to buy a house.

Writing a script? But she only knows how to watch dramas and read novels; she has no idea how to write a script.

As for going to work in the south, she went to the train station just now and saw the time displayed there, which gave her the idea away. She could accept going if someone offered her a plane ticket.

Now, clinging to yesterday's carefree days, she's finding fault with the present and can't settle down.

This is normal; it's hard for anyone to accept that their perfectly good life can be completely changed overnight.

It's quite remarkable that someone like Xia Baozhu can stay calm and not go crazy, and that her first thought is to find a job and make money. You could say she has a strong mentality.

Passing by the Seven Lions Bridge next to People's Park, Xia Baozhu saw people sitting or standing on both sides of the bridge, seemingly setting up stalls, and many people were surrounding the stalls asking questions.

She rode over and saw that each person had a piece of paper in front of them. Curiosity drove her to push her bike inside and read what was on the paper.

The above are all job postings; this was originally a labor market.

Xia Baozhu looked at each stall one by one.

"Hiring a nanny, 120 yuan a month."

"Hiring loader/unloader, eight yuan and seventy cents a day."

The job postings were vague, but those who were interested in the job details surrounded the stall owner and asked him questions.

Some stalls had more than a dozen people gathered around them, making it impossible to squeeze in.

Just as she was engrossed in watching, Xia Baozhu felt something was off about her pants pocket.

She turned her head and saw a skinny man with shifty eyes, sharp ears, and a monkey-like face trying to pull money out of her pants pocket.

"Thief!"

With a cry of surprise, a loud bang was heard, and a figure was sent flying, knocking down several people who were focused on asking questions about their jobs.

It was precisely because of these people that the thief didn't tumble off the stone bridge.

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