Chapter 337 Pretending to be a Returning Businessman in a Historical Novel (10)
[Last time I took her drugs, it only cost her a temporary job. What's the big deal?]
Little Carp's voice became shrill.
Only by inflicting serious injury can you make her feel pain! Only then can you truly reclaim the fortune that belongs to you!
Lin Wanwan clenched her fist tightly under the blanket.
...
The next day, a message came from the city and spread to every corner through the commune's loudspeaker.
"In response to the investment and factory construction plan of patriotic overseas Chinese Ms. Zhou Jue, and to coordinate with the recruitment of workers for the silk factory, the city has decided to organize a unified recruitment examination!"
"The exam will cover Chinese and mathematics knowledge from primary and junior high school levels!"
The news caused an uproar throughout the entire Red Star Commune.
Discussions could be heard everywhere in the fields and along the roadsides.
Those textbooks, dusty and nearly gnawed by rats, suddenly became the most precious treasures overnight.
If a family has a child who has gone to school, the child is immediately treated as a priority for protection by the whole family.
Even those who had never been to school tried every means to borrow books and copy practice questions. An unprecedented wave of learning swept through the entire commune.
The educated youth settlement was the first place to be affected, becoming the liveliest place in the whole village.
Looking at the scene before her, Lin Wanwan was initially full of confidence.
She's a college student in the 21st century; dealing with elementary and middle school level questions would be a piece of cake for her.
Master, you're too naive.
Xiao Li's voice was like a bucket of cold water being poured over her head.
Do you think this is just an ordinary exam?
[Zhou Xiaoman has the protagonist's halo; as long as she takes the exam, she's guaranteed to pass! Then she'll get a factory job, become a worker, and have a secure livelihood, while you'll still be digging mud in this shabby educated youth settlement! The gap between you will only widen!]
Lin Wanwan's heart sank suddenly.
Don't forget whose body you're using right now!
Xiao Li's tone turned cold.
[It belongs to the original owner, Lin Wanwan! It's the Lin Wanwan who was constantly suppressed by Zhou Xiaoman and ultimately died a tragic death!]
You took over her body and had the chance to live again. Shouldn't you avenge her? This is called karma!
"I..." Lin Wanwan opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Yes, she's taken over someone else's body, so she should do something for the original owner.
Zhou Xiaowan is doing so well now because she stole the original owner's luck! What we're doing now is simply taking back what belongs to us!
Xiao Li's voice was full of seductive charm.
This isn't harming anyone; it's returning something to its rightful owner!
Lin Wanwan's breathing became rapid, and her eyes flickered intensely.
Returning the item to its rightful owner... Yes, it should be returned to its rightful owner.
She wasn't harming anyone; she was simply reclaiming what rightfully belonged to the original owner.
She slowly raised her head and looked at Zhou Xiaoman, who was standing not far away, with a confident smile on her face.
An idea gradually took shape in her mind.
A few days later.
On a sunny afternoon, Lin Wanwan found Zhou Xiaoman, who was worried about not having enough firewood.
"Xiaoman, I went up the mountain yesterday and found a lot of dry branches on the eastern slope. Do you want to come with me?"
Zhou Xiaoman looked up and stared at her with some surprise.
Lin Wanwan smiled kindly: "Anyway, I'm going too. The more people there are, the more help we can get. Let's go and come back quickly."
Zhou Xiaoman thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, then wait for me, I'll get the rope and the machete."
The two went up the mountain one after the other. Lin Wanwan led her, making several turns, until they arrived at a secluded, steep slope.
"Look, it's right down there." Lin Wanwan pointed to a pile of dead branches at the bottom of the slope.
Zhou Xiaoman looked in the direction she pointed and indeed saw a lot of good firewood. Without thinking much about it, she carefully carried her basket down the slope.
Just as she was halfway there, a stone under her feet suddenly loosened.
"Ah!" Zhou Xiaoman exclaimed in surprise, her foot slipped, and she rolled uncontrollably down the hillside.
Lin Wanwan stood on the slope, watching this scene, her heart pounding.
She bit her lip hard, her hands clenched tightly inside her sleeve. She didn't try to help, nor did she scream.
She just stood there quietly, watching Zhou Xiaoman roll to the bottom of the slope, clutching her ankle, her face pale with pain, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
"Master! Now!" Little Carp squealed excitedly.
Lin Wanwan closed her eyes and felt a faint but clear warm current coming from Zhou Xiaoman's direction and flowing into her body.
It's very comfortable.
But what followed was immense guilt and panic.
She dared not look at Zhou Xiaoman again, turned around and stumbled back to the village, shouting as she ran, "Help! Something terrible has happened! Zhou Xiaoman has fallen down the hillside!"
...
Zhou Xiaoman sprained her ankle, which swelled up like a steamed bun. The doctor said that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, and she shouldn't be doing any heavy work for the next few months.
She lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), looking out the window with a somewhat melancholy expression.
"Mom, I feel like I've been having such bad luck lately."
Liu Guifen sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), tenderly massaging her feet: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
She scolded playfully, "Our Xiaoman is the luckiest child. It's nothing. She just sprained her ankle and rested at home. As for the factory exams, you've fallen behind in your studies. Have your brother go to the village's tutoring center and copy down what the teacher teaches for you to review every day!"
"Mm." Zhou Xiaoman nodded, her frustration dissipating considerably.
Fortunately, there's still a long time until the exam, so this injury is nothing.
On the other hand, Lin Wanwan has been restless these past few days. She successfully absorbed Zhou Xiaoman's luck and felt that her spirits had improved a lot, and her efficiency in reading and reviewing books had also increased.
But whenever the night is quiet, she always thinks of Zhou Xiaoman's pained face, and guilt gnaws at her heart like a venomous snake.
She could only tell herself over and over again: This is what Zhou Xiaoman owed the original owner of; I am acting on behalf of Heaven.
...
At the same time, a large sum of money was transferred into Zhou Jue's account through an overseas bank.
Zhou Jue immediately went to the bank to withdraw money. When the bank staff saw the long string of midnight on the telegram, their hands trembled.
The city immediately dispatched people to exchange all the money for brand-new RMB, which was then packed into several large sacks and escorted by armed personnel.
That day, the bank suspended its operations and all the staff were inside counting money; the sound of the money counting machine never stopped.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of Yancheng.
The provincial authorities were alarmed and immediately dispatched a special task force to work on-site.
All the procedures for setting up the factory were expedited. What used to take months to obtain was now completed in just a few days.
On the barren land southeast of the Red Star Brigade, the roar of bulldozers echoed through the sky, and the construction of the factory was underway at an unprecedented speed.
On this day, Zhou Jue, accompanied by Director Li and Section Chief Zhang, came to inspect the progress of the construction site.
As soon as she got out of the car, she saw two familiar figures limping toward her in the distance.
It was Lin Wanwan, who was "kindly" helping Zhou Xiaoman, whose foot was still wrapped in bandages.
“Miss Zhou, that’s one of the educated youth from the village. He wanted to come and see how the factory is being built.”
Section Chief Zhang explained with a smile, "Everyone is very enthusiastic and looking forward to the factory being completed as soon as possible."
Zhou Jue nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the two of them.
Her divine sense quietly unfolded. In her "vision," the originally bright and solid threads of fortune above Zhou Xiaoman's head had become much dimmer, and a faint black aura was wrapped around them.
Lin Wanwan, standing beside her, seemed to have less spiritual energy than when they last met, but instead, she exuded a complex and gloomy aura, a mixture of other people's karma.
Zhou Jue withdrew his divine sense, his eyes calm.
It seems that in this business of "absorbing luck," there is only one true winner.
It wasn't Lin Wanwan, but rather the thing called "Little Carp" hidden in Lin Wanwan's sea of consciousness.
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