She spent the whole morning visiting several magazine offices.
Passed without exception.
Several companies were very happy when they saw her resume, but when they found out that she was Song Lan, they immediately kicked her out like a broom star.
Song Lan roughly understood what was going on, no longer persisted, and turned around to find a job in a bakery.
"I don't think your resume is suitable for our industry. Let's talk about it first. We will provide food and accommodation here. Our salary is 4k a month. Are you sure you can do it?"
The manager of the bakery looked suspiciously at Song Lan's beautiful face and her slender hands without calluses.
Song Lan nodded: "I can do a good job, don't worry."
The store manager scratched his chin, thinking that Song Lan was so beautiful and might be able to increase the number of customers, so he agreed.
"Then you can come to work tomorrow. It's 6:30 in the morning. If you're late for one minute, you'll be deducted 100 yuan from your salary."
"I know, store manager."
Song Lan had no choice. No big or small company that she could name would want her, so she could only do odd jobs.
At six o'clock the next morning, Song Lan arrived at the bakery on time, stood in the cold wind and silently cleaned the outside of the bakery.
When the store manager came, he saw that she had been working alone for so long, and his impression of her changed greatly: "It seems that you are also someone who can endure hardships. Then work hard from now on, and you will get a commission every month. Once you are done,
A salary increase is not impossible."
Song Lan nodded numbly, took a few bites of the cold bread dry from last night, then put on his work clothes and started to go to work.
She doesn't go anywhere else every day, she works in a bakery, and after get off work she goes to a nursing home and stays until late at night before going home.
One day He Chaozhi attended a dinner party and was parked off-road in the city, waiting for a red light at an intersection with the car window half-open.
The man glanced casually, and when his eyes touched the thin figure in front of the bakery door, he couldn't move away.
In the middle of winter, with light snow falling, Song Lan, wearing a thin sweater apron, stood at the door of the store handing out leaflets to passers-by.
Although there was a layer of snow on Ming Feng's eyelashes, he still smiled at the customer with a red nose: "Come to our store to buy bread, customer, the store has a big promotion recently, 20 off for orders over 100."
A passerby took her flyer, glanced at it twice, threw it on the ground and stepped on it.
The light is green and the driver is ready to start the car.
He Chaozhi held his shoulders.
"Go there."
He Chaozhi pointed to the bakery not far away.
The driver didn't understand what he was thinking and looked at Zhou Qu. Zhou Qu glanced at Song Lan outside the bakery and understood, and advised: "Young Master He, the dinner will be late in half an hour..."
"I'll go as long as I'm told, what's the point?"
The driver silently parked the car at the entrance of the alley at the back door of the bakery, just out of sight of Song Lan.
He Chaozhi rested his elbows on the car window, looked at the woman's back, and lit a cigarette.
Smoke curled up, and a little of the first snow in winter was blown into the car by the cold wind, making the man's expensive suit wet.
nursing home.
Song Zi had just sent away a patient when she saw a colleague coming in: "Song Zi, there is a woman outside who says she is your brother's old friend and wants to meet your brother."
"My brother's friend?" Song Zi was surprised, "My brother has been in a coma for more than ten years, how can he have any old friends?"
She walked out of the department in confusion, and saw Jiang Yurong in the corridor, who was wearing a pure white coat and feeling uneasy.
Song Zi's face darkened, she put her hands into the pockets of her white coat, and walked forward coldly: "Jiang Yurong, do you still have the nerve to come here?"
Jiang Yurong turned around and looked at Song Zi awkwardly: "Song Zi, long time no see. I heard that he lives in this nursing home... I want to go in and see him, is that okay?"
I haven't seen her for more than ten years, but the woman in front of me is still beautiful and charming, but she is a little more sad than before.
Song Zi's hands in her pockets were tightly squeezed, and jealousy couldn't help popping up: "You dare to come see my brother, you are not afraid of making my brother angry to death! Get out, if you dare to come over, next time,
I’ll beat you out!”
Jiang Yurong took two steps back, her bloodless face looking very haggard: "Song Zi, I just want to take a look at him. I have no other intention. Can you be accommodating and just take a look at him..."
"Get out, get out now. I have been pampered in the He family for more than ten years. I think everyone has to be accommodating to you and make way for you, right? Do you think you are worthy? You will owe the Song family your whole life. You have no face at all."
Come see my brother!"
Song Zi saw a broom in the corner, grabbed it and hit Jiang Yurong.
Jiang Yurong was beaten until she screamed repeatedly, and she could only leave in a hurry under the protection of her bodyguards.
Song Zi put down the broom, gasped and looked at the woman's embarrassed back, sneered and spat on the ground.
"Bitch, I've made you comfortable for more than ten years in vain, and it's time for you to return it!"
…
After working in the bakery for a month, Song Lan got her first salary.
Holding a thick stack of banknotes, Song Lan was stunned: "Store manager, didn't you agree on a salary of four thousand? Why did you give me an extra two thousand?"
The store manager said with a smile: "I have seen your performance this month, and since you came, there have been obviously a lot more customers in the store. These two thousand will be your bonus. Work hard."
I’ll give you this much back next month.”
"Thank you, store manager!" Song Lan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked the store manager for his generosity.
She put her salary into her wallet, changed her clothes, and was about to get off work when she suddenly received a call from Song Zi.
"Song Lan, it's time to pay for the nursing home. Please come to the nursing home."
Song Zi's voice was cold to the bone, and she no longer cared about her as much as before.
"I know, aunt, I'll come right away."
Song Lan hurried to the nursing home in the heavy snow, and hurriedly charged all the 6,000 yuan in salary he had just received into the medical card.
A middle-aged female doctor came over, looked at Song Lan's obviously sharp reduction in consultation fees, and said meaningfully: "Song Lan, your father's monthly consultation fees start at 20,000 yuan, and your little money... goes a long way.
not enough."
Song Lan knew her and knew that she was Song Zi's colleague, whose surname was Zhang.
She hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, if you give me a few more days, I will definitely find a way to get the money."
She looked around and saw that Song Zi, who always showed up in person in the past, was not here.
"Aunt Zhang, where is my aunt?"
"Your aunt has her own affairs to be busy with." Dr. Zhang said cryptically, "Song Lan, your aunt has been married and had children for your father and you for half your life. You can't stop
It's a drag on your aunt, her salary isn't much, so she can no longer help your father pay the bills."
Song Lan was stunned for a moment, knowing that she had misunderstood him, and smiled bitterly: "Aunt Zhang, I'm not so heartless. I just asked casually. I will pay every penny of dad's medical expenses myself."
"That's good." Dr. Zhang twitched his lips, "But you have to hurry up. If you can't renew the fee on the 10th of this month, the nursing home will have no choice but to kick your father out. After all, we are a nursing home, not
Charity and welfare homes have their own difficulties, you understand..."
