Chapter 30: Is the route of this little black face a bit like her...
"...Huh? Leverage my connections to find clients...for housekeeping?"
Upon hearing this request, Shen'er stared at him suspiciously, clearly not understanding what Chaomu was up to. "It's certainly no problem for me to introduce you to a guest, but do you still need these connections? You've been in the Panxing Sect for so many years, and your connections aren't as good as mine... Oh, right, you've lost your memory."
He realized this halfway through his words, paused for half a second, and changed his words, but still couldn't understand her reasoning: "But why housework? If you're short of money, shouldn't you find some job that makes money quickly..."
She might not have committed murder or arson, but she was no stranger to illicit activities. The most lucrative avenues were covered in the criminal code, and the Chaomu he knew was a thoroughly lawless bunch.
Although she didn't know what kind of evil image she had in her "ex-husband's" mind, Chaomu had no intention of changing her plan for the time being: after all, judging from the results of her several fights with Gin, she probably didn't have the ability to fully enter the Tata Kai route yet.
"You can understand that I need to make some preliminary preparations." She patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Anyway, if you can help me, I will appoint you as the Left General in the future—"
"Who's the Right General?" Shen'er grabbed her wrist, and when she dodged, he raised his hand and ruffled her hair. "You drew this cake with both odd and even numbers."
How could anyone fall for her telecom fraud-style, unskillful and emotionless pie-in-the-sky tactics? He was the only one who would cooperate reluctantly... Judging from her behavior, she was probably trying to gather intelligence through the housework.
"I can introduce you to the best clients and guarantee they'll give you a job." He pinched the cat ears on her head, his rough fingertips resting on her soft earlobes. He leaned over and blew air. "You don't have to pay me an agency fee. Just... owe me a small favor."
If anyone else were here at this moment, seeing the tall, top-tier male PR holding the girl in his arms and whispering in her ear in a possessive manner, they'd probably feel like they'd stumbled into some strange, forced scene and tell Chaomu not to agree to any so-called favor—who knows what he'd want in return! It felt like he was about to say, "Pay back everything you have!"
But as a player, Chaomu doesn't care at all: what's the point of owing favors? It sounds like a prerequisite for unlocking subsequent side quests, so just owe it.
Therefore, facing Shen'er's request, she agreed without hesitation: "Okay."
When it comes to making money, Fushiguro Shigeki has always been very efficient.
Before dawn, Chaomu had received the list of wealthy women he had compiled, including two elderly female officials, three wives of congressmen including Mrs. Kawasaki, five wives of chaebol daughters, and a dozen female executives of the group.
Most of them actually have regular nannies at home, but when they heard that Shen'er's "little sister" had dropped out of school at a young age due to poverty and did not want to rely on her brother for support and wanted to be self-reliant, they were all deeply moved and expressed their willingness to provide some help to Mr. Tyrant, who had a good service attitude.
Let’s not talk about whether Shier is taking advantage of her by saying she is his younger sister...this plot setting sounds strangely familiar.
His sister dropped out of school and his life was broken, so a kind-hearted rich woman gave him a home.
Although Chaomu thought the plot was extremely melodramatic and wanted to complain about it, the facts proved that Shi'er understood rich women much better than she did - rich women were quite fond of this.
"Oh, she's Shier's sister after all." When she came to clean, Mrs. Kawasaki was having afternoon tea with her sisters. She asked the housekeeper to send a plate of cookies to Chaomu who was working, and wiped her eyes with emotion. "I heard from Shier that the child was abandoned as a child and has been living independently until now. After she grew up and recognized her brother, she didn't want to be raised by him and insisted on dropping out of high school to work..."
"Is she related to Shier-kun?" another lady cast a compassionate gaze, then frowned slightly. "They don't look very similar, and her eyebrows aren't as appealing as Shier-kun's... they're rather gray."
Without any skills, Charm D was somewhat disliked. While not to the point of prompting passersby to kick him, it certainly didn't leave a good impression. Chaomu had anticipated this and ignored the "Mrs. Fujita dislikes you" message, fetching a ladder and climbing up to clean the ceiling.
After all, although these ladies may be a little disgusted in their attitude because of their appearance, they are quite straightforward in giving money and the working environment is also very relaxed - as long as the money is in place, everything can be discussed.
"They're distant relatives, right? It's normal they don't look alike." Mrs. Kawasaki's tone grew more emotional as she learned more from Shier. "Shier said that child suffered from school bullying since he was little because he wasn't very popular... It must have been difficult for him to grow up to this point."
Several ladies who were watching the scene could not help but sigh after hearing the painful literature of youth: "A stray puppy was kicked and huddled in the corner crying, and the tall brother angrily went to fight for her with the classmates who bullied her, and finally returned home covered in wounds, and the little animals hugged each other and licked their wounds."
Mrs. Fujita, who originally thought Chaomu was not very pleasing to the eye, covered her mouth and said lovingly, "That child is really... just as pitiful as her brother."
Considering that the focus of their discussion was actually the scene of a teenager with a bloody face and torn clothes, Chaomu's brows twitched slightly, knowing that he was probably incidental - the ladies just wanted to see the damaged boys.
So, while that guy was acting as her background, he also raised his own value and attracted the love of the ladies... Is this the strength of a TOP male public relations officer? It's so terrifying.
The ladies were already talking about Shen Erjun, a college-educated male mother who was raising his younger sister alone, while Chao Mu was working obediently beside them.
After the cat maid effect ends, the player's housekeeping skills are reduced again, and it is no longer possible to clean the floors and windows of the Matsuda and Hagiwara houses with wonderful glittering effects like before.
But her housekeeping level, which had been upgraded to level 5, had reached the upper-middle level of housekeeping service workers on the market - the wealthy ladies who were willing to give her a job opportunity didn't really value her cleaning ability, and since she wasn't too lazy, they were all willing to pay her a salary.
To improve their skill levels, players naturally wouldn't be lazy. Her strength lay in her extreme efficiency. She cleaned up the yard like a whirlwind, then walked into the living room and casually touched the trash can.
Although the trash can in the rich woman's house is not a golden trash can and does not drop any special skills, the possible contents obtained are really diverse.
From upstairs to downstairs, Chaomu had already gathered three or four pieces of information about Councilman Kawasaki and his wife, ranging from their open marriage to their respective preferences. He also learned that Councilman Kawasaki's lover was actually his boss's wife, and that Mrs. Kawasaki was that boss's first love... Wow. Your social circle is so messed up.
She also found a torn love letter in Mrs. Kawasaki's bedroom trash can. The prop description was [A love letter brought back by Mr. Kawasaki personally for his wife], and it was signed by that boss. Chaomu was shocked when she saw it.
She wouldn't be too surprised if she found torn diary pages in Congressman Kawasaki's bedroom that hinted at his cuckoldry.
After cleaning the designated area with great efficiency, Chaomu, whose intelligence skills had been upgraded and whose housekeeping level had also been raised, returned downstairs with a backpack of intelligence. She heard the ladies who were drinking afternoon tea still talking about her, and instinctively slowed down her pace.
"Then again, school bullying in Japan is really bad right now," said an elderly woman in a prominent position in education. Her attention wasn't entirely focused on Zhan Huanshen'er, but her delicate eyebrows knitted slightly. "It's not just Shi'er-kun and his sister. There are so many similar incidents..."
"Yeah... Toru-kun had a similar experience, didn't he?" Ms. Shimizu said lovingly, "You were also ostracized because of your outstanding appearance... Ah, sorry, Toru-kun, I didn't mean to bring up your sad story..."
"No problem, huh? This is all kind of you, Ms. Shimizu." The blond young man in a shirt and vest, who was bending over to make tea, curled his eyes nonchalantly and handed her the poured black tea. "Besides, for me, everything is over now."
"Now, I've met better people. It was their kindness that led me out of the shadows." He said he didn't care, but his purple-gray eyes drooped slightly, as if he was a little lost. When he looked at the older woman, they lit up again. "If it weren't for the repeated encouragement of a few kind ladies, I knew I wasn't that bad..."
His inferiority revealed strength, and his strength revealed a cheerful and sunny look. Furthermore, his face was indeed youthful, fresh, and handsome, which made the ladies sympathize with him and tears flow from their mouths.
"Toru-kun is not bad to begin with! Those little bastards who exclude you are just jealous of your beauty!" Mrs. Kawasaki slammed the table and said righteously, "They are either jealous of your good figure or your perky butt. Don't pay any attention to them!"
Compared to the carnivorous type's outpouring of true feelings, Ms. Shimizu was much more sentimental and had already begun to wipe away tears: "Toru-kun's youth is so broken... How much love is needed to barely stick you together... Ah, Toru-kun..."
For a moment, Amuro Toru almost lost his composure. He maintained that expression, lowered his eyes to comfort the ladies whose eyes were red with empathy because of his sad past, and at the same time, he thoughtfully poured tea for everyone and served snacks.
The housekeeper who was originally in charge of this job stood in the corner with an expressionless face, pretending that he saw nothing.
Chaomu was stunned for a moment: There it was, the broken No. 2 of him!
Is it true that the routines of male actors always have something in common? Amuro Toru's route is similar to that of Shiji.
His script is clearly about a mixed-race teenager who suffers discrimination in school. Although handsome, he is a poor little fellow with low self-esteem. He needs the warmth of a rich woman to restore his confidence and more money to help him grow...
She admired her neighbor's superb acting skills with a serious attitude, and then fell into deep thought: But then again, when did Amuro Toru come? Why is he here?
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The author has something to say: Broken, too broken.jpg
Little Raccoon didn't know at this moment that the person standing before her was an all-round worker who was competing with her for business and was also involved in internal competition.
I'm going to continue writing too, and I want to post more tomorrow.
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