Part-time jobs and side hustles
After Fan Siwen left, Mo Yang felt bored in the dormitory.
I took out my computer, hoping to find some useful information to read.
I happened to notice a part-time job posting.
Mo Yang thought to himself, "That's good. After all, he traveled back from the future. There's nothing he doesn't know or can't do."
With just a simple trick, you can easily make some money.
In his joy, he didn't forget to snap his fingers softly.
I hurriedly completed a series of steps: registering a private account, browsing incognito, chatting without recording conversations, editing my resume, and submitting applications. The whole process wasn't exactly smooth sailing; it was more like I didn't fight with the computer—the computer had finally learned to behave.
"What kind of crappy system is this? It's so slow." For someone used to millisecond-level systems, having to wait for the webpage to redirect after filling in the information and clicking "confirm" was really a bit of a hassle.
If it were work, it wouldn't matter how long he worked, but now it's his personal time, and every second counts.
After a long conversation, Mo Yang finally understood how to write the character "卷" (juan, meaning scroll/roll) in this era.
Are all these people so reckless and work themselves to death?! He's just a part-time worker, and he still has to work from 9 to 5?
Are you going to sleep or not...?
Mo Yang casually made a rant, and even an HR person he had just been chatting with couldn't help but block him and give him a bad review.
"As a certified engineer, you don't think you're going to pay me this little salary, considering my qualifications and education!"
What kind of era is this? The monetary output is so dry, without any substance, who are they trying to choke to death with?
No way, no way, no way! I'm someone important, you know.
We cannot bow down for a few measly grains of rice.
After browsing through thirteen chapters, a reliable company finally popped up.
Mo Yang stared at the company's name and fell silent.
Upon opening the other person's chat window, Mo Yang entered a conversation that evoked a sense of nostalgia.
Everything went smoothly, and Mo Yang thought to himself, "No wonder it's a company poised to be one of the top players in the future." This feeling of knowing the company's future potential and joining it during its growth phase felt like making an investment, but Mo Yang wasn't in a hurry to buy their stock. Firstly, Mo Yang didn't have enough funds at the moment, and secondly, he had his own reasons.
Mo Yang made up a series of excuses, saying, "Since it's a part-time job, there's no need to know the company's exact location or current situation. Whether or not they pay social insurance and housing fund contributions isn't that important. Getting paid to do the job is the most important thing."
The other party insisted, "Joining the company means becoming a part of the company. Regardless of your role, you must understand the company's current scale of development, business model, and the specific trend of its future business curve."
Mo Yang was completely overwhelmed after hearing this.
How come this person can't understand the hidden meaning in what others are saying?
I really want to make money.
It's true that she doesn't want to reveal her identity.
Unfortunately, this company insisted that Mo Yang personally visit the company site and conduct an on-site inspection before making a judgment.
Mo Yang was so distressed that he almost wanted to switch companies in a fit of anger.
but……
After much deliberation, Mo Yang still felt it was necessary to make the trip.
The next morning, Mo Yang pretended to be sick and stayed in bed for a long time.
When Fan Siwen returned from washing up, she saw Mo Yang's condition and remembered that he had been in a wheelchair before, but had suddenly started walking to work these past two days. He was probably still not fully recovered.
He said with concern, "I told you not to push yourself so hard. Don't you know that your health is more important than anything else? Just rest today and don't go to the lab. Don't worry, I'll take care of the lab. Everything will be fine."
After saying that, he added, "I'll bring you lunch back at noon."
Mo Yang replied groggily, "I think I should be fine by noon. I can go to the cafeteria by myself at noon, or if I really don't feel like moving, I'll order takeout and have them delivered it to me."
Thinking that it wasn't worth the trouble of going back and forth to the lab, Fan Siwen pretended to be helpless and said, "Okay, poor thing, wait for me to come back."
Mo Yang felt nauseous upon hearing this, but he had to continue pretending to be sick, so he could only show a helpless and powerless expression.
Finally, after the man had completely left, Mo Yang rolled over onto Fan Siwen's bed and searched through his pants pockets one by one, finally finding his ID card and one of his spare phones.
The fact that he had a backup phone was something he guessed by chance, and he was right.
With everything under control, I hope everything goes smoothly from now on.
I was just about to change my clothes and go out when there was a knock on the dormitory door.
In Huang Zhongqian's office.
Before leaving, he glanced around and noticed that the familiar figure was not in the surveillance footage of Mo Yang's laboratory. The person in front of the screen suddenly frowned.
I don't know what's going on today, but Mo Yang didn't show up in the lab again.
He called someone in, "Xiao Zhang, go check on Mo Yang's situation."
The man understood and left.
Today is a big day for negotiations with foreign representatives; everyone must be present for this important meeting.
Huang Zhong straightened his tie in front of the mirror, his gaze intense, the light in his eyes growing brighter.
Xiao Zhang went out to patrol as ordered, and happened to see Fan Siwen walking on the road.
"Hello, leader."
"Is Professor Song in the lab? I need to talk to him about something."
"Professor Song is not feeling well today and is resting in his dormitory."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhang didn't hesitate for a second and immediately rushed to Mo Yang's dormitory.
When Fan Siwen first saw this person coming to see Song Yize, a feeling arose in her heart that she didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
Mo Yang quickly returned to bed, turned on his computer, pulled up a previous results review page, and began to carefully review it.
The door was pushed open.
The person who came in was exactly the same one that Mo Yang had guessed.
"Old Huang heard you were ill and asked me to come and see you."
"It's nothing serious, I guess I've been walking too much these past few days, my legs are really sore, and it's causing my head to hurt too. I probably won't be able to go to the lab today, but I think I can still go through the procedures in my dorm."
“Since you are sick, you shouldn’t work while you’re sick. I’ll take you to the military doctor for a thorough examination to see what caused it, and then we can develop a further treatment plan.”
After hearing this explanation, Mo Yang's head, which hadn't hurt before, started to ache.
With the agreed time fast approaching, Mo Yang was still in the same hospital where he had stayed before.
The time spent waiting for the test results was a long and agonizing ordeal for Mo Yang.
After a long while, the doctor finally showed the MRI scans to Mo Yang and Xiao Zhang, who was standing next to him, and explained, "From the scans, there's basically nothing wrong. If you experience occasional pain, it might be because the injured bone hasn't fully healed yet, or it could be due to nerve damage. I'll prescribe a bottle of glutamic acid and a bottle of vitamin B complex for you to take home. If there are any further issues, come back for further examination."
Mo Yang responded and, when the person returned with the prescription and medicine, thanked Xiao Zhang profusely, saying, "Thank you so much for your help today."
"It's alright. Old Huang just happened to be out of town today, so there's nothing to do and it's not much of a hassle. Just let me know if you need anything in the future."
Hearing what Xiao Zhang had just said, Mo Yang thought to himself, "It seems that even God is on my side today."
He verbally agreed, "Okay, okay."
My heart inexplicably burst with joy.
I returned to my dorm room.
Mo Yang was even more cautious this time.
Watching Xiao Zhang leave, Mo Yang stood guard at the door for a while longer before taking off his own clothes and changing into Fan Siwen's attire: clothes, pants, shoes, and the spare glasses he had bought earlier. Once dressed, he didn't forget to put on Fan Siwen's hat before leaving, and then tidied himself in front of the mirror before heading out.
He was holding Fan Siwen's ID card and was being unusually careful during the security check at the gate.
As Fan Siwen's mentor, Mo Yang issued Fan Siwen's leave certificate in advance.
Sure enough, it was used this time as well.
Everything was as he had anticipated.
Stepping outside, Mo Yang felt a sense of exhilaration, as if he could finally breathe in some fresh air.
He glanced at the time and realized he couldn't afford to waste any more time.
Although the appointment time has been postponed, if he dawdles any longer, there will inevitably be another chaotic scene when he returns.
I quickly scanned the code to buy a bicycle and started riding like crazy.
If we're talking about nostalgia, he truly misses it.
It's true that some people would go to extremes regardless of their physical condition.
What was supposed to be a 20-minute journey on the map took Mo Yang more than 30 minutes to complete.
By the time we reached the exact location, it was almost dark.
Mo Yang scrambled to get his ID and picked up his appointment information at the gate. Not long after, someone from the company came to pick him up.
As previously agreed, both parties briefly outlined their needs, clarified the work standards that Mo Yang needed to meet, and the company's subsequent salary payment procedures. After reaching a complete agreement, Mo Yang, in Fan Siwen's name, signed a short-term part-time work contract.
There is no time limit for the work; it just needs to be completed within the deadline.
As for the salary level, it was also very reasonable to Mo Yang.
Everything is going so smoothly.
Mo Yang felt it was truly a rare opportunity.
Afterwards, Mo Yang proactively requested to visit the company's R&D and production workshop, which was granted.
A colleague led the way, taking Mo Yang to the production workshop located on the fourth floor.
The workshop is much taller than the other floors, and the distance between the buildings seems to have been deliberately chosen to be the height of two floors.
Looking at the prototypes lying there, at the mercy of the engineers, Mo Yang felt as if he had been transported back to the future.
The familiar little guys greeting each other on the street felt like they were right in front of me.
For Mo Yang, this was a painful past.
When he returned, Mo Yang wasn't in a particularly high mood; he still rode his bike back.
It seemed as if they were deliberately and intentionally wasting their limited time.
He had considered registering a ride-hailing app using Fan Siwen's phone number, but that would be too blatant. Besides, the car would be parked in front of the research institute, within the surveillance area. No matter what the reason, it wasn't a wise choice. Mo Yang obediently parked the car in a parking lot a street away and walked back quickly.
The process of entering the research institute went smoothly, and I didn't run into anyone I knew. The next step was to go back to my dormitory to change clothes.
Looking at the time, it was just right, within a manageable range. According to Mo Yang's usual schedule, this was exactly the time when Fan Siwen would have dinner.
She hurried back to her dorm room, but just as she was about to enter, she saw a figure walking out of the room.
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