As Mr. Sun spoke, he eagerly picked up the red wine on the table and skillfully poured it for Tian Jingjing. The deep red wine swirled gently in the stemmed glass, emitting an alluring luster.
Tian Jingjing lowered her eyes, looking at the swaying red liquid in the glass. After hesitating for a moment, she finally took a few sips.
Seeing the woman obediently swallow the red wine, a satisfied smile appeared on Mr. Sun's face.
"Xiaotian, I heard you've always wanted to take the civil service exam, right? To be honest, I took the civil service exam a long time ago, and I still have a lot of exam materials piled up at home, all of them the best. If you're interested, would you like to come to my house with me and take a look? If you find them useful, just take them, consider it me helping you out."
Tian Jingjing asked curiously, "Mr. Sun, you also took the exam? Did you pass it?"
Mr. Sun seemed to have heard something extremely funny, and he threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"Of course not! In Guangcheng, although there are opportunities everywhere, the competition is fierce! You wouldn't believe it, but the position I applied for back then had a total of 10,000 applicants at the same time."
The difficulty was like a thousand troops crossing a single-plank bridge; seeing this, I figured I probably had no chance, so I simply gave up.
Mr. Sun suddenly changed the subject, “However, life isn’t just about one path. Look, although I didn’t pass the civil service exam, I’m now a senior executive in this company, earning many times more than a civil servant every year. Don’t you think so?”
Tian Jingjing pursed her lips gently. It turned out that taking the civil service exam in Guangcheng was so difficult. It seemed that she should give up the idea as soon as possible.
After all, she had to bury herself in books every day to prepare for exams back in school, and she was tired of that kind of boring life. Now, she can't concentrate on reading every day.
In high school, Tian Jingjing's grades were very poor. She wanted to go to university, but she didn't dare to tell her family that she would have to spend money on tutoring classes, so she started thinking about other things.
She noticed Ji Lun, a boy from a poor family, who always wore faded clothes and worn-out cloth shoes that had long since come unglued.
Ji Lun was always the target of ridicule among his classmates. He was timid and had low self-esteem, and always kept to himself. She would only smile at him occasionally, and Ji Lun would be overwhelmed with gratitude, as if he had found a rare treasure, and would obey her every word.
So she asked Ji Lun to tutor her. With Ji Lun's help, she, a student with the worst grades, barely managed to get into a third-tier university.
Looking back now, Ji Lun and Qiu Mang were clearly much smarter than me. They both graduated from top universities, yet neither of them chose the path of taking the civil service exam. There must have been many difficulties involved.
Thinking of this, Tian Jingjing slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the nearly fifty-year-old, greasy-faced General Manager Sun across from her, and she became even more certain of her other "choice".
However, she wasn't stupid. She knew that Mr. Sun wasn't asking her to look at any documents; he was just looking for an excuse to take her home.
However, since both parties were interested, she didn't stand on ceremony and replied softly, "Okay, I happen to be short of information, so I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Sun."
Seeing that she agreed, Mr. Sun became bolder and slowly reached out his thick hand to gently caress Tian Jingjing's thigh.
Tian Jingjing shrank back slightly, a faint smile on her face.
“Mr. Sun, these stockings of mine are very expensive. I would be heartbroken if they were ruined. As you know, Ji Lun’s salary is barely enough to make ends meet each month.”
Mr. Sun is a shrewd man; upon hearing this, he immediately understood. This young lady simply wanted to take advantage of the situation and get some benefits; he would give it to her as an initial investment.
Without saying a word, Mr. Sun quickly took out his phone and transferred 20,000 yuan to Tian Jingjing, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.
"Take these flowers for now. If we get along well in the future, I'll get you other flowers."
Everyone here is smart; nobody wants to make a losing deal. Tian Jingjing wanted to make a quick buck to test the waters; Mr. Sun, being even more shrewd, wouldn't throw money around at the start. He wanted to offer some incentives first to keep them on their toes.
However, the two have finally reached an agreement.
At 10 p.m., Mr. Sun called a designated driver to take the two of them to his residence. It wasn't until 1 a.m. that Tian Jingjing returned to her and Ji Lun's small house.
Upon entering the house, Tian Jingjing secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Ji Lun had not yet returned.
After removing her makeup, Tian Jingjing stood under the shower, letting the warm water envelop her. Involuntarily, the image of President Sun's greasy and lewd face surfaced in her mind.
She thought she had already cultivated a strong enough heart to face everything with equanimity.
But today, when she went to Mr. Sun's house, she really had to persuade herself to endure the nausea and let that old man sweat profusely on her body.
Tian Jingjing tilted her head back, water droplets rhythmically pattering against her face, the sound of water droplets falling to the ground echoing in her ears.
She closed her eyes tightly, and images of Ji Lun's kindness to her flashed through her mind again.
Whether it was when she helped him analyze difficult problems at school, or after he started working, when Ji Lun traveled a long distance to her hometown just to give her a necklace because of a casual post on his WeChat Moments, or when Ji Lun handed over most of his salary to her.
Looking back now, I realize that Ji Lun was very good to her.
But she knew that from today onwards, there would be an insurmountable chasm between her and Ji Lun, and they could never go back.
Before today, she never imagined that she would give her first time to a greasy and fat man who was old enough to be her father!
But so what? No matter how good Ji Lun was to her, poverty was the original sin, and there was no future for them.
On the other hand, Ji Lun leaves early and returns late every day, but the little money he earns from delivering food is far from enough to take Tian Jingjing to Yushan Hot Springs next month.
He rubbed his temples wearily, but stubbornly continued searching for other part-time opportunities online. Just as he was engrossed in his search, a small advertisement popped up in the lower right corner.
Normally, these kinds of small ads are either vulgar and pornographic attempts to lure people in, or gambling and fraud traps; Ji Lun would never even glance at them.
But today, his gaze was firmly drawn to the words "High-Paying Job" flashing in the lower right corner. Although reason was frantically pounding in his mind, telling him it was definitely a scam, a faint voice inside him was tempting him: What if it is?
Yeah, what if?
In the end, he clicked on the pop-up window as if possessed.
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