Chapter 3 Household Registration Check
Cong Chun walked down the street, overwhelmed by the neat and bright greenery and various exquisite shop windows on both sides. He felt like a reed swaying in the wind, looking around.
He wanted to tutor others, but unfortunately, he didn't have any opportunities at the moment.
As evening approached and darkness fell, the streetlights on both sides of the street came on, and the night in Jinghai City was even more bustling than during the day. Central Street was filled with stylishly dressed men and women taking photos.
The streets were lined with all sorts of cars that Cong Chun couldn't name, but he thought they were all very colorful and beautiful. You couldn't see such nice cars in his town; you could only see tractors.
This afternoon, Cong Chun saved the contact information of many recruiters, planning to go for interviews again tomorrow.
Cong Chun is now worried about where he will stay tonight. He doesn't know if there is any cheap place for him to stay, even a thatched hut would be fine.
Before he could think for long, Cong Chun noticed his phone vibrating in his pocket. The phone, named "Lotus Pond Moonlight," was ringing. Cong Chun looked at the caller ID on his phone.
Cong Chun pursed his lips, a hint of obvious joy in his eyes. It was his grandmother calling him.
A kind and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone.
(Baochun, are you settling in well at your uncle's house?)
On the other end of the phone, Cong Chun lowered his eyes, a hint of loneliness in them, but his tone was light and cheerful.
(Grandma, I'm fine. My uncles and aunts are taking good care of me. I just finished eating.)
No sooner had Cong Chun finished speaking than a rumble came from his stomach at an inopportune moment. In fact, he hadn't eaten lunch or dinner all day because he was looking for a job.
Fortunately, she was on the phone, so her grandmother wouldn't notice.
Cong Chun subconsciously rubbed her lower abdomen, sighing with melancholy.
(Okay, Grandma is relieved. Baochun, remember to take good care of yourself while you're away.)
(We're not in a rush when it comes to work; we'll take it slow.)
Cong Chun subconsciously gripped his phone tighter, and after a moment, nodded, his eyes welling up with tears.
(Okay, Grandma, you should get some rest.)
The moment the boy hung up the phone, a rustling sound came from the bushes behind him, followed by a large, dark shadow that pounced on Cong Chun like a bolt of black lightning, quickly knocking him to the ground.
Cong Chun fell to the ground, his back aching from the impact, his vision going black, and his belongings scattered on the ground.
"Hiss," Cong Chun groaned softly as he propped himself up on his arm. A warm tongue licked his neck from behind, making him feel a little itchy.
Cong Chun turned his head and saw a big black dog lying on his back. He was startled and froze, unable to speak.
Fortunately, a series of hurried footsteps came from not far away.
"Mengmeng, Mengmeng, hey, where did you run off to?"
"I just saw them running this way."
When Butler Chen saw this scene, he was startled and almost thought that "Mengmeng" had caused a major disaster.
He quickly helped Cong Chun, who was lying on the ground, up and asked her repeatedly.
Are you alright?
"Are you injured anywhere on your body?"
Cong Chun was just a little dizzy, and he also suffered from hypoglycemia. He subconsciously shook his head, and his clean white short-sleeved shirt was covered in dust because he had just fallen to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun's gaze fell on the shattered phone screen, and a hint of obvious heartache appeared in his eyes.
The cheap phone screen cracked from the center, spreading outwards like a spider web.
When Butler Chen saw Cong Chun's appearance, he immediately recognized him as the student at the gate of Peking University that morning. Although it was obvious that his family was not well-off, the boy was indeed outstanding in appearance.
It seems they have quite a connection; I never expected to run into each other again.
"Hey kid, what are you doing here so late at night?"
When Cong Chun heard the housekeeper's question, he couldn't lie and somewhat embarrassedly revealed his predicament.
After listening, Butler Chen remained silent for a moment, then glanced at Cong Chun thoughtfully a few times.
"How about this, I have a job opportunity here, with room and board included."
"You can give it a try, but whether we hire you in the end depends on our young master's decision."
Cong Chun nodded excitedly, never expecting a job opportunity to fall into his lap.
"Really? Thank you so much."
He can apply for the job tonight, and if he's not hired, he can go for another interview tomorrow.
At night, the old Duan family house was brightly lit at the entrance, which made the evergreen pine trees next to it look green and serene.
Butler Chen led Cong Chun through the main gate and spoke respectfully to the boy who was playing games on the sofa.
"Young Master, Mengmeng has been found and is currently being kept in the backyard."
Upon hearing this, Duan Mingxiao's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. He straightened up and prepared to go to the backyard to check on that stupid dog.
They were fed well and had plenty of food and drink, yet they still dared to "escape" on their own and were caught by dog traffickers and sold as dog meat at a low price, and the details are still unclear.
The young master casually placed the game console he was holding on the table, straightened up, turned around, and found that a strange boy was following Butler Chen.
Duan Mingxiao narrowed his eyes slightly and immediately recognized Cong Chun as the little bumpkin he had met that morning.
The boy frowned, his delicate brows furrowing into a knot.
"Butler Chen, didn't I tell you to find me a dog?"
"Why did you bring someone back?"
Butler Chen explained to his young master that Cong Chun had come to apply for the job of a nanny to take care of him.
Ever since their eldest son broke his left leg while racing and had it in a cast, the doctor said it would take a hundred days to recover from the injury. The wife thought the eldest son needed someone to take care of him, so they hired quite a few nannies and caregivers.
Unfortunately, the demanding young master always dismissed these people for various reasons.
I don't like his voice; it's unpleasant to listen to. His birth chart clashes with mine, so I can't keep him. I don't like "Mengmeng," so fire him, fire them all.
Those people took the hefty severance pay from the Duan family and packed their things and left that very night.
This kind of spoiled brat has a temper as foul as dog shit; let whoever wants to serve him serve him.
Serving this young master of the Duan family is truly a torturous and life-shortening experience.
Duan Mingxiao's cold gaze fell on Cong Chun.
A faded white shirt and slightly rolled-up trouser cuffs—tasteless.
There were strange gray stains on the clothes; the person was not clean.
His appearance is passable, but his skin is too pale, making him look weak.
Duan Mingxiao couldn't help but think with a wicked sense of humor.
Cong Chun greeted Duan Mingxiao in a low voice.
"Hello, Young Master Duan."
"My name is Cong Chun, and I'm here to apply for a job."
The boy's voice was like a cool, sweet spring in the mountains, with a captivating quality if you listened carefully.
Duan Mingxiao chuckled.
"Your name is Chun Chun? That's quite an interesting name."
"So... are you a girl or a boy, or a girl dressed as a boy?"
"Where's your ID card? Show it to me so I can check it."
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