Chapter 372 The Closed-Off Young Master 6 "I...I think we can further reduce office supplies expenses."
She blurted it out in a panic.
The manager nodded: "More details?"
specific?
How does she know exactly how to reduce it?
In her past life, she didn't even need to care about the price of a pen.
"For example...purchasing cheaper printing paper?"
She said uncertainly.
A few suppressed chuckles echoed in the conference room.
"We're already using the cheapest paper we can find; any cheaper and we'd have to use toilet paper for printing."
Sister Wang curled her lips in a sarcastic smile.
The room erupted in laughter.
Yang Ruxuan's face instantly flushed red.
She lowered her head, staring at her fingers smeared with ink, overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
After get off work, she dragged her tired body back to her rented room.
The greasy smell of the takeout food filled the small space, making her feel nauseous.
She hid in her room and closed the door, but she couldn't shut out the sounds from outside.
The sounds of laughter from the neighbors watching a variety show, the arguing of the couple next door to the right, and the drilling noise from the renovation upstairs.
All of this brought her to the brink of collapse.
She took out her phone and unconsciously scrolled through social media.
Then, her fingers stopped.
A sister I knew from a past life updated her social media.
At a newly opened Michelin three-star restaurant, a nine-grid photo collage shows exquisite dishes and champagne.
A Hermès bag logo is casually peeked out from the corner of the photo; it's the latest model for the season.
Yang Ruxuan recognized the restaurant.
In her past life, she was a regular there, and the head chef would personally come out to introduce the dishes to her.
She continued scrolling down.
Another sister I knew from a past life is having a party on a yacht.
Sunshine, ocean waves, champagne tower.
Another person is shopping in Paris, with Galeries Lafayette's window display in the background.
They were all once her followers, yet they still live lives that she envies.
She could only stay in this cramped rented room.
On what grounds?
Why can they continue to enjoy luxury while she has to struggle at the bottom?
Why should she have to live an even more humble life than in her previous life, even though she's been given a second chance at life?
She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.
In just a few months, she became pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and her hair was dry and brittle.
She now exudes a颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a state of decadence, listlessness, or apathy) vibe.
This is not how she should be.
She, Yang Ruxuan, should be refined and elegant, surrounded by luxury goods and pampering.
Instead of being this pathetic creature who bows down for a monthly salary of five thousand and is bossed around by a small company manager.
My stomach started to ache again.
This was her body's protest against her, an ultimatum to the abuse she had suffered these past few days.
She opened her wallet, and there were only two hundred-yuan bills left inside.
Her rent expires next week, and she no longer has the money to renew it.
She was raised by the state without parents, and now she has nowhere to turn.
Yang Ruxuan slumped on the bed, her gaze fixed on the suitcase in the corner of the room.
It contained several valuable items that the rich second-generation had given her before.
A diamond necklace, a pair of pearl earrings, and a Patek Philippe watch.
Yang Ruxuan was reluctant to pawn it, wanting to keep it to maintain appearances.
But now, she has to face reality.
Is she going to go see President Wang?
The middle-aged man who had kept her as a mistress in her past life.
Unlike the Gu family, they are not aloof and superior, but they are wealthy and generous enough.
Most importantly, he is simple and direct, focusing only on transactions and not on feelings.
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