Chapter 3: Fate
After leaving the hospital, Wen Shuang followed her memory and took a taxi home.
The original body's house had one bedroom and one living room, and was nicely decorated, but because it was in the city center, the rent was shockingly high. After Wen Shuang arrived home, she first counted the valuables, which were just a few luxury watches, plus the balance in her bank card, a total of 50,000 yuan. No wonder the original body wanted to seduce Xuan Zhe. According to his consumption level, the 50,000 yuan would be gone soon.
He didn't have much stuff originally, so he packed a few clothes and some necessities, which was just enough to fill a suitcase. Wen Shuang called the landlord to check out without hesitation, then took the suitcase out to have lunch. While eating, he looked for a house. He actually found a suitable one, which was half an hour's bus ride from the city center. It also had one bedroom and one living room, and was fully furnished. The rent was 1,200 yuan a month, and he could move in with just his luggage. It was simply tailor-made for him.
Seeing that he was decisive and efficient, the new landlord brought a bag of apples when Wen Shuang moved in, saying that they were from his hometown and were very sweet.
It was indeed sweet. At the moment, Wen Shuang was curled up on the sofa, eating an apple while looking for a job online. He sent out several resumes. Wen Shuang was very confident. He was not like his original self who was obsessed with how to ascend. He liked to be down-to-earth, so his stomach was full of real materials. Then there was the social circle. Wen Shuang opened WeChat and couldn't help but feel dizzy when he saw the note.
Meal Ticket Number One, Meal Ticket Number Two... the incompetent spare tire, the decent bootlicker... and so on, it will take a while to sort out the bottom.
The apple in Wen Shuang's mouth suddenly lost its sweetness. Through these almost clearly marked notes, he glimpsed a cold soul.
It's quite pitiful. Wen Shuang scratched his head and deleted all the contacts he hadn't contacted for more than three months. The page suddenly became a lot cleaner.
Wen Shuang did not have a nightmare that night, but his heart felt like it was placed in warm sour water, and he felt indescribable melancholy and bitter. Although his parents died early in his original world, he had always lived a happy life. He had a few friends around him, and his relatives also took good care of him. Unfortunately, he could not go back.
The next morning, Wen Shuang was woken up by the ringing of the phone.
"Hello, are you Mr. Wen? This is Xingyi Group." The other party spoke standard Mandarin in a serious manner.
Wen Shuang sat up suddenly, "Hello."
"We have read your resume and think it is very good. Are you free to come to the company for an interview this afternoon?"
Wen Shuang thought to herself, "No problem, two points, okay."
Wen Shuang has always been open-minded due to his childhood experiences and his parents' education. Although he has always been reluctant to accept the fact that he has traveled through a book, he is very decisive in his actions. That is to look forward. Since he can't go back for a while, he will live the present life well.
Wen Shuang took out a formal suit from the suitcase, put it on, smoothed her hair in front of the mirror, went out to eat a bowl of wontons, and took the bus to Xingyi Group.
Wen Shuang arrived twenty minutes early. There were already a few people standing at the interview door, but they were all competitors, so no one spoke. They formed their own territories. When they heard the noise, they all looked up, then continued with their work with different expressions.
Wen Shuang didn't want to make things difficult for herself, but found a corner.
Unexpectedly, before the interview even started, a man came running over with a panicked look on his face and said something. The whole place suddenly became chaotic and it seemed like everyone was going crazy.
Wen Shuang was close and heard some conversations between the interview supervisor and the other party. It seemed that the translator was stuck in traffic. But that shouldn't be the case. Xingyi is a big company with many talented people. It's impossible for someone who doesn't know seven or eight languages to...
But it was just such an unfortunate coincidence that the person said something to the interviewer, who suddenly looked over here, took two steps forward, and the first thing he said was, "Who among you can speak Country G?"
Because the civilizations of the two worlds overlapped greatly, Wen Shuang knew that the language of G was more difficult. If the retroflex consonants were not correct, the meaning might be expressed incorrectly. He looked around. Is there no one there?
The interview supervisor looked gloomy and said to the brother who came to deliver the news, "Will the Xuan Association kill us?"
"Be more confident, he will hang us on the roof of the company."
Wen Shuang didn't hear clearly, but she knew they desperately needed a translator from Country G. Seeing no one stepped forward, she whispered, "I will..."
It's no exaggeration to say that this "I can" was like a savior to the interviewer, giving him a new life! He stretched his neck to look at Wen Shuang, his eyes wide open, "You can!"
Wen Shuang showed this with his actions. He said a greeting on the spot. The supervisor didn't know if his pronunciation was standard, but he knew that this young man, who was born under the Purple Star sign, could help everyone!
"Go!" The supervisor grabbed Wen Shuang's wrist, and the word seemed to be squeezed out from his chest, so that Wen Shuang felt that he was not going to be a translator, but to carry a bag of explosives to blow up the tower.
After running all the way to the eighteenth floor, the supervisor placed Wen Shuang at the door and immediately became cautious, saying in a coaxing tone, "Go in, yes."
Wen Shuang: “…”
He was a little speechless. He knocked on the door first, and only pushed it open after hearing "Come in"?
When they looked up, their eyes met. The man was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and his chin supported by one hand. He was indescribably dignified and elegant. When he saw Wen Shuang, he raised his eyebrows.
Wen Shuang subconsciously stepped back, he wanted to... get out.
"Bang!" The door was closed.
Wen Shuang: “…”
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