Chapter 8 Can you lend me some money?
For three consecutive days, Lu Lin did not show up, and Shen Rong's heart sank completely.
Men really can't be trusted!
She angrily poked at the rice in her bowl, picked up a meatball, pretended it was Lu Lin, and bit into it hard.
The phone rang.
Shen Rong's heart stirred, and she turned to look at Gui Chun expectantly.
Could it be Lu Lin calling?
Perhaps Guichun would call her on the phone soon. She took a sip of soup, cleared her throat, and considered how to maintain her composure.
Ke Guichun kept saying "okay" and then hung up the phone.
Shen Rong was incredulous. Didn't he need to speak to her? Lu Lin had already gone so far!
Does he not want to be a father anymore?
"Madam, the manager of the first floor called. New goods have arrived at the store. He asked when you would like to come over and take a look. He can arrange a car to pick you up."
It turned out to be a sales call. Shen Rong was relieved; thankfully, it wasn't Lu Lin.
"I'm not going." It's only a few hundred yuan; if she buys new clothes, she'll be starving.
Before Lu Lin moved back, she had to be careful with her money, since she would have no source of income.
Hearing that she wasn't going, Guichun was a little surprised. "Madam, you haven't bought any new clothes for two months. Aren't you going to the egg-laying ball this year?"
Is two months a long time? When she was working like a slave, she hesitated to buy a T-shirt every quarter.
What egg-laying ball? She didn't understand at first, but when she realized it was a Christmas ball, she giggled for a long time until her stomach almost hurt from laughing!
Zhang Ma glared at Gui Chun. How could she make her laugh like that when the lady was pregnant?
Gui Chun was wronged. She didn't tell any jokes. It was the lady who wanted to laugh at her. What could she do?
There was a bicycle bell at the door; the messenger had arrived with mail.
Gui Chun opened the door and quickly came in with several letters. One of them was from the host of the Egg-Laying Ball, which Gui Chun had mentioned, inviting her to attend. An invitation letter was also attached.
One of the letters was from her older brother, but she didn't have time to read it now; she had discovered something terrifying.
She received three bills at the same time!
The first document was a statement from the first floor, which meant that what she had just received wasn't just a sales pitch, but a subtle reminder that she should pay.
The other document was a statement from the coffee shop where she and her friends regularly drank coffee and had a monthly subscription.
The last notice was from the power company; if we didn't pay, they would cut off our power, and at that time, electricity was still quite expensive.
The original owner always charged for expenses on credit and settled them all at the end of the month.
That's really... the way rich people spend their money.
She was so angry she laughed.
So, by that calculation, the three hundred yuan in the bank is also lost.
The original owner was used to spending money lavishly and had never worried about money. Now she was experiencing hardship.
She had to save face; she couldn't just renege on her debt. She went upstairs to write a check, and after paying the bill, she calculated that she only had fifty-four dollars left.
Suddenly, the situation changed from being able to slack off for a while to a pressing issue of basic survival.
However… she looked up and asked Guichun, “Isn’t it time to pay your salaries?”
Aunt Zhang wiped her hands and smiled, "No rush, there are still several days left."
They were paid at the end of each month. Zhang Ma received three yuan each month, and Gui Chun received two yuan.
That means we need to subtract five yuan, leaving only forty-nine yuan!
All my belongings!
Shen Rong looked up, not daring to let them see her tears. She was so poor!
This kind of poverty is relative. Perhaps in Zhang Ma and Gui Chun's eyes, these forty-odd yuan are enough to live on for a year if they save a little.
But for Shen Rong, it's far from enough to maintain her current lifestyle.
With money urgently needed, she panicked and quickly found a newspaper to look for job opportunities. She marked the ones she thought were suitable with a pencil.
There are many job opportunities in the newspaper, but very few positions are suitable for women. Most are waitresses, typists, telephone operators, and hospital nurses.
She was, after all, a person with higher education, and thought that finding a job would not be difficult at all. Who knew that things would be even worse than in later generations?
She can recognize traditional Chinese characters but can't write them. If she stares at them for too long, she might not even recognize them anymore. She's even less likely to be a typist; she doesn't know how to use the machine.
I know how to type on a keyboard in a more advanced way, but the first computer hasn't even been invented yet.
Being a switchboard operator is more complicated and cannot be mastered in a short time.
How about she becomes a waitress or a sales clerk? She should be able to do that!
She wondered if they would invite pregnant women. Thinking of this, she let out a painful howl and buried her head in the pile of newspapers. Hadn't she transmigrated?
Why is she always the female lead? How come she's so poor!
No, she can learn job skills slowly, but money can't wait; they're about to run out of food.
She got up to find the unopened letter. Actually, there was another way: to humble herself and become a freeloader!
As long as her family continues to provide her with subsidies, she can manage to get by.
But after watching it, it's better not to watch it at all.
The letter was indeed written by the eldest brother, but it was dictated by the two elders.
A notice to sever ties with her was sent, formally informing her that her allowance was gone!
Shen Rong clutched her head, rubbing her hair into a mess; how could all the terrible news come on the same day?
We can't just give up like this?
She's not divorced yet, is she? This means there's still room for negotiation between the two sides, so she dialed the Shen family's number.
I waited nervously for the call to connect.
The maid answered the phone, and she had just asked, "Where's my dad?" when the other end hung up abruptly.
What happened?
She dialed a second time, and this time she didn't hang up so quickly, but the maid whispered to her that the master had said she wasn't allowed to answer her calls.
Shen Rong immediately mentioned the eldest son of the Shen family, and the maid told her sympathetically, "Miss, the master won't let the eldest young master answer your calls either."
Shen Rong felt as if half the sky had collapsed. She pleaded in a low voice, "Please go and tell my brother quietly, okay? I really have something very important, something extremely important."
The maid was a soft-hearted girl, and she was persuaded to risk going to deliver a message, but if the young master refused to answer, then there was nothing she could do.
She waited anxiously; those two or three minutes felt like hours.
"Hello." A clear, melodious voice came from the other end of the line, and Shen Rong was so moved that she almost cried.
He lowered his voice and asked with concern, "Arong, what's wrong?"
Shen Rong felt wronged and wanted to cry; only at this moment did she feel the presence of family.
Hearing his younger sister cry, Shen Jiashi panicked: "What happened?"
My sister has been dealing with divorce matters with Lu Lin these days. Could it be that Lu Lin made the move?
He immediately shook his head. No, the two families knew each other well. He knew Lu Lin; he wasn't the type to lay a hand on women. So it must have been that man who wronged his sister.
He asked anxiously, and Shen Rong felt a touch of emotion. It seemed that no matter how heartless her family was, they still cared about her.
"Brother, can you lend me some money..."
There was an eerie silence. Shen Rong took the receiver away and looked at it, wondering if the other party had hung up. Unsure, she tentatively asked again, "Big Brother?"
A moment of deathly silence followed, then Shen Jiashi sighed, "Little sister, why do you bring up money right away? Don't you know our father? He's been on guard against this for a long time." He glanced around and said in a low voice, "He's frozen all my bank accounts. Now I have to take money from him every month to live."
This was so ruthless, Shen Rong was stunned: "When did this happen?"
Shen Jiashi paused for a moment: "This month."
"I'm sorry." It was she who dragged them into this mess—no, it was the original owner of this body who dragged them into this mess!
But the original owner ran away, so she suffered all the hardships!
Shen Jiashi earnestly advised, "Now that you've made your decision, you need to live your life well from now on. As time goes by, Dad might see that you're doing well and stop being angry..."
Before I could finish speaking, the other end suddenly hung up.
The panic is palpable; it goes without saying that the retired emperor of the Shen family has arrived.
Shen Rong swallowed the news that they weren't divorced yet, which she wasn't sure was good news. She sighed and hung up the phone. She had only taken two steps when the phone rang again.
She was overjoyed; Shen Jiashi had called.
She excitedly picked up the microphone, but the next moment she looked like a frostbitten eggplant.
"Okay, I'll have someone bring it over in a couple of days." After hanging up the phone, she hung her head, looking utterly dejected.
Now even the last forty-nine can't be saved.
Another debt collector has arrived. The original owner agreed to settle the bill in the middle of the month, but she forgot about it because she transmigrated. Now that the end of the month is approaching, the debt collector can't wait any longer and has no choice but to call to collect the debt.
More than one hundred!
She slammed against the wall, wondering where she was going to get a hundred dollars!
The phone rang again, startling her. She wondered if it was another debt collector calling, and hesitated to answer.
The noise lasted too long, and Guichun came out of the room. Seeing her there, she asked in confusion, "Madam?"
Shen Rong snapped out of her daze: "I'll come get you, you go back to your room."
She also cares about her reputation; it would be so embarrassing if Gui Chun found out she was heavily in debt.
"Hey!" she said weakly, picking at the wallpaper with her fingers.
"Why is it taking so long?" It was Lu Lin's voice.
She paused, then called out his name with a tearful, excited voice.
Lu Lin thought something had happened to her.
To everyone's surprise, she sniffed and said pitifully, "Lu Lin, could you lend me some money?"
"You're out of money?" he asked, sounding puzzled.
He didn't hand over his salary for this month, that shouldn't be the case!
Shen Rong said with a hint of resentment, "Don't you know how much money your wife spends?"
Lu Lin was taken aback for a moment before saying, "I don't know."
Now we know that these expenses were incurred by his wife before their divorce, so they should be under his control.
"I'll go there tomorrow, and we'll have a good talk."
Finally, it was time to talk to her, but Shen Rong felt no excitement.
"Are you still going to lend me money?" She's obsessed with money right now; the feeling of being in debt is awful and makes her feel insecure.
Lu Lin across from her seemed to chuckle, but Shen Rong was unsure and switched to another ear to listen.
"I'll bring the salary over tomorrow."
Since we're not divorced yet, the salary should indeed be given to her, and it seems unlikely that we'll get a divorce anytime soon.
With someone willing to lend money, Shen Rong finally felt at ease. Just as she hung up the phone, it rang again.
Is today some auspicious day for collecting debts?
But now we're not afraid anymore. Lu Lin has agreed to take the money; whether it's one hundred or two hundred, it's still a loan.
In an instant, he felt a surge of heroic spirit.
This time, the call was from Shen Jiashi, who said he had a small amount of savings that he could give her if she needed it urgently. It wasn't much, just about a hundred yuan.
Shen Rong had already found someone to borrow money, so she naturally didn't want to have another creditor. Besides, one hundred yuan wasn't enough!
"Forget it, brother, keep it for yourself."
"What? You found a solution so quickly?" She was crying like that just now. She's so stubborn. If she hadn't been desperate, she probably wouldn't have asked her family for help.
Shen Rong hummed in agreement: "I borrowed it from Lu Lin."
Shen Jiashi was surprised and somewhat admired his younger sister. Despite the ugly divorce proceedings, the two were still able to lend each other money.
"He agreed?"
Shen Rong nodded: "He's actually a pretty good person."
Shen Jiashi was speechless. You've never said a kind word to her in the years you've been married, but now that she's willing to lend you money, you suddenly realize she's a good person. How come you never realized all these years that she wasn't just being aloof, but being materialistic?
He grumbled inwardly, but dared not say it aloud, fearing he would lose face.
Since Lu Lin was willing to lend money, Shen Jiashi was no longer worried. The Lu family was wealthy, and Lu Lin had a salary. Unlike him, he wouldn't have his financial lifeline controlled by his elders at every turn. Speaking of this, he felt it was necessary to have a talk with his domineering old man.
He spoke a few words with his sister, then hung up the phone and went to his study.
Lu Lin can freely use his family's wealth, and I'm about the same age as him, so why am I still receiving a monthly allowance like a woman or a child?
He wants to fight for his rights.
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