Chapter 2 2. Hello, takeaway!
One glance after another!
It’s so fun to watch short videos!
It turns out that my original life is so interesting!
Song Tan wants to play too!
This world is so interesting. If you can always be so happy, it won't matter if you don't cultivate to immortality... No, it won't matter if you cultivate to immortality later.
Since there is no spiritual energy around now, it is not cost-effective to practice with half the effort.
Song Tan, a cultivator, tasted his decision in his heart and felt that it was not the "procrastination" that he often heard in his memory, but the mysterious sixth sense of cultivation.
In short, she counted on her fingers and realized that now was a good day to play with her mobile phone!
It’s just that the screen is a bit broken...
The next moment, a call suddenly popped up on the phone—
“Song Tan! Here’s the PPT I asked you to make! Why haven’t you sent it to me for so long?!”
Song Tan:…
What is PPT? Who is this?
She reviewed the memories in her mind and found that in her previous life, she was in a hurry to take a taxi to the company because her boss suddenly asked for a PPT.
Who would have known that as soon as the car got on the Ninghai Bridge, it would be involved in a series of car accidents.
“Also, why didn’t you come to work today? 500 will be deducted for missing work for one day! If you do not work next time, you will be fired directly!”
Song Tan: ...Although she hasn't remembered it yet, it doesn't affect her anger.
She only knows this outfit. How much is a monthly salary? !
Song Tan rubbed his temples, took a deep breath and tried to recall the endless overtime tasks in the company in his memory, and the desire surging deep in his heart became more and more eager—
［I want to go back to my hometown］
［I want to stay with my parents and younger brother］
［I don’t want to go to work］
This idea was so strong that Song Tan made a decision in an instant—
…”
Oops, you’ve been away from work for too long, what are you going to do next?
Ahem…
"Boss, right? Just wait."
…
Ningcheng is just an ordinary provincial capital city. It is always on the road of infrastructure construction and looks disgraced.
The Ninghai Bridge is a newly built viaduct that connects the north and the south, saving on tolls. It costs 55 yuan to take a taxi from the place where Song Tan rents.
Normally she wouldn't take a taxi, but her boss said she needed the PPT urgently, and she thought she had other work at hand, so she took the luxury of taking a taxi.
Who knew we were in a car accident...
This time when he went out, his tattered mobile phone obviously still worked. Song Tan was a little unfamiliar and tried to scan the QR code, so he took a taxi without saying anything and went to the Ninghai Bridge.
More than half an hour later, she arrived at the downstairs of the company—don’t think too much, it’s not a big company. Song Tan, an ordinary second-level graduate, worked hard from the countryside, and there was no way he could get into a big company.
Now this company rents the third floor of this building and does various outsourcing work.
She majored in finance, which is a very good thing. She didn’t have a choice at the time. She just applied to whichever school she could get into.
The graduate school recruiter listened vaguely to the HR (later I found out that he was an ordinary employee), and then he was recruited by this company.
Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, as long as there is a task, even if I take medicine during the period, I have to crawl back.
5,000 for the internship period and 7,500 for the full-time monthly salary. Sounds pretty good, right?
However, the provincial capital has not seen much development, but housing prices have increased, with an average price of 15,000. The house Song Tan rents, even a tiny 20-square-meter apartment in an old residential area that is on the verge of illegality, costs close to 1,000 yuan a month. Transportation, food, daily necessities...the rest was all saved up.
After paying the money, Song Tan was still sighing: "There are more than 60,000 yuan left in the deposit, which is really a lot." I didn't expect that she was such a diligent and frugal girl in her previous life!
…
At noon, the office area of the small company was filled with the smell of mixed food. A young girl among her colleagues reached out to greet her:
“Tantan, why didn’t you come this morning? Have you eaten?”
Actually, I couldn’t remember the name, but Song Tan walked over silently and saw the other party’s sign—
Huo Xueying
Looking at the clay pot rice in the tin foil box in front of the other party, the aroma of the food mixed with the turbid smell made her feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
“I had a car accident this morning and I just got out of the hospital.”
Huo Xueying took out a fried egg from the box:
“Ah—open your mouth, please eat!”
"The hospital discharged you must be in good condition - then Wang Papi will definitely not be willing to give you a subsidy! - It's hard to get compensation anyway, you will stay in the hospital for two days! Eat eggs to replenish your energy!"
Song Tan's stomach also grumbled very cooperatively.
Although this action was a little more intimate, Huo Xueying seemed to be her good friend. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth and took a bite.
As the teeth closed lightly, a strange taste suddenly filled the mouth - the aroma of burnt eggs, impurities in food, the richness of oil, but it was also mixed with an indescribable nausea, which instantly caused nausea in the abdomen. Cramping, stomach turning.
Just this meal? Not to mention improving her cultivation, if she eats it for a long time, her body will be filled with impurities. Let alone the golden elixir in her life, whether she can build the foundation is another matter.
Song Tan endured it again and again, and then swallowed the small mouthful of eggs.
Huo Xueying is still waiting to feed her the second bite. The little girl lives frugally every day. She is well-behaved and pitiful. As a friend, she also feels sorry for her.
However, Song Tan shook his head: "I won't eat it, it tastes weird." It's really unpalatable.
Huo Xueying took the egg back without hesitation, opened her mouth and bit off half of it: "What's weird! It costs 25 yuan a portion!"
“But it’s true, it’s not as delicious as the food at home. According to my mother, the takeaway food doesn’t even taste like vegetables, it’s all thick oil, soy sauce and vinegar.”
Song Tan touched her belly. She was actually hungry too.
She hadn’t eaten anything from last night to this morning. Only now did she realize that she was an ordinary person with a mortal body and needed to eat.
She hesitated for a moment: "Is it because of the ingredients? Then I... I'll order something better." There was a lack of spiritual energy and there were too many impurities in the ingredients.
Thinking of the weird food taste just now, this time, she focused on more expensive dishes.
In this case, the source of general food ingredients is more guaranteed, right?
While waiting for the takeout, Song Tan asked: "The boss said he wanted a PPT... What is that..."
It’s been too long, and I really don’t know how to do this anymore.
Huo Xueying didn't pay attention and said casually: "Which PPT? I seemed to have heard you say it was half done yesterday. Do you want to look at the computer again?"
Song Tan walked to his narrow grid workstation, slowly turned on the computer, and opened the semi-finished products, pictures, text, and formats on the desktop—
Read it carefully and carefully.
But...what about the rest? What's left to do?
Open other folders—sure enough, none of them can!
Song Dynasty·Cultivator·Tan stabilizes the old dog and remains as motionless as a mountain.
No, that’s not it. Anyway, two lifetimes of hard work are enough. This time, she won’t be a wage earner.
At this moment, there was a loud call from the door of the company: "Hello, takeaway!"
(End of this chapter)