Part-Time Work

Song Yihe ate in a very refined manner, without making a sound as his spoon touched the bowl.

Sure enough, when a man was handsome, even watching him eat was a pleasure.

An Zhiwu felt it was her duty to break the awkward silence, so she asked Song Yihe, "Doctor Song, don't you have to work today?"

"No, it's my day off."

Well... the conversation seems to have stalled again.

Fortunately, after answering her question, Song Yihe asked her one in return. "What about you? Don't you have to go to work?"

"I quit my job. Didn't you say I needed to take good care of my health? So I quit."

Song Yihe's hand paused on his spoon.

He hadn't expected to have such a great influence on her.

At once, he felt even guiltier.

"Actually, it's not that serious. Your superficial gastritis is relatively mild. After taking care of yourself for a while, you can return to your normal life. There was no need to quit your job just to stay home and recuperate."

An Zhiwu breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that. As long as it wouldn't turn cancerous, she was happy.

"That wasn't the only reason. Mostly, my job involved too many different things, and I could barely keep up. I'd actually wanted to quit for a long time, but I hadn't been able to make up my mind. This gave me the chance to hand in my notice. I actually felt relieved after I quit."

Song Yihe nodded and didn't ask her what kind of work she did.

After breakfast, An Zhiwu was about to pay, but Song Yihe stopped her.

In the end, Song Yihe paid.

An Zhiwu stuck out her tongue. Doctor Song is quite warmhearted~ He doesn't seem as cold as he looks.

The thought made her a little happy.

After breakfast, An Zhiwu went home and hurried to take a shower.

She remembered what Song Yihe had said about work.

It left her a little troubled too.

It was true that she had wanted to quit that job, but she couldn't rely on livestreaming alone to make a living.

She still needed to find something to do.

She was good at editing videos and retouching photos, and she knew a little about shooting videos and taking photos too.

Aside from new media, she really didn't seem to know what else she could do.

Just as she was about to search online, she saw a WeChat message from Mother An.

[An'an, are your test results out yet? How did they turn out?]

An Zhiwu didn't feel like typing, so she called her instead.

As soon as she called, Mother An picked up. "An'an, are your test results out? What's wrong?"

An Zhiwu said, "The doctor said it's chronic gastritis, and I need to take good care of myself."

When Mother An heard that, she immediately suggested, "An'an, I worry about you living on your own. Why don't you move back home like your younger brother?"

Remembering that she still planned to livestream, An Zhiwu turned Mother An down. "Mom, I'm fine living on my own, and I can cook too. But I quit my job."

Mother An said, "You quit? All the more reason to move back home! Before, you said it was more convenient for work, so I didn't say anything. Now that you've quit, you can stay home and rest easy. In a few days, I'll help nurse you back to health."

An Zhiwu said, "But I'm still planning to find a job, something a little easier."

Mother An knew her daughter had always had a mind of her own and couldn't be talked around, so she gave up on persuading her to move back home.

She gave her a whole string of reminders before hanging up.

After ending the call with Mother An, An Zhiwu logged onto a job recruitment site and started looking for work.

After spending over half an hour taking a quick look around, An Zhiwu couldn't help marveling at how tough the job market really was!

But for new media positions, apart from management roles, the listed salaries were all 5,000–8,000 yuan. Judging from An Zhiwu's one year of work experience, when a salary was listed like that, it was usually 5,000 yuan.

That was even worse than her last job.

Just as she was about to close her laptop, she saw a listing for part-time work on the page.

An Zhiwu skimmed through the job description.

The employer was a fashion blogger looking for someone who could shoot videos, take photos, edit videos and retouch photos.

The work was in City A, but the exact location and hours varied.

The pay was calculated per session: 400 yuan for taking and retouching photos, and 500 yuan for shooting and editing a video. If both were needed on the same day, the pay was 1,000 yuan. Taxi fares could be reimbursed each time.

An Zhiwu looked at the rates. Although it wasn't much money, the freedom made up for it!

Each session would only take a few hours, so it wouldn't interfere with her exercise, and she would still have free time to livestream.

So she called the number in the listing.

A young woman answered the phone.

After An Zhiwu explained why she was calling, the woman on the other end sounded excited. "That's great! Can you come over today? I just got two new outfits today, and I want to take some photos and shoot a video."

"Sure. About what time? And please send me the address."

"Around twelve noon today. We can do it at my place. I live at Yihe Garden, XXXX."

"Okay."

An Zhiwu silently committed the address to memory.

Yihe Garden was close to the apartment she rented, about a fifteen-minute taxi ride. She'd heard the development was full of little villas and was a neighborhood for the rich. It looked like this girl had money.

But with safety in mind, An Zhiwu still considered the possibility that the person might be a human trafficker or something.

So she sent Shen Songqing a message: [If I haven't messaged you by six this afternoon, call the police for me. I'm at Yihe Garden, XXXX.]

Shen Songqing didn't reply.

From what she knew of Shen Songqing over the past few days, it should still be the early hours of the morning where she was. She would probably wake up at three in the afternoon.

After making arrangements, An Zhiwu went to adjust her camera.

She had spent a fortune on the camera.

When she worked at the jewelry company, she had always used the company's camera and barely touched her own. Now she could finally put it to use.

By the time everything was ready, it was almost eleven.

An Zhiwu went to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of noodles, adding a soft-yolked poached egg on top.

Once the noodles were ready, she carried them to the small dining table nearby and ate at a leisurely pace.

While she was eating, she received a WeChat reply from Shen Songqing: [?]

An Zhiwu picked up her phone and replied: [You're awake so early? Or did you get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night?]

Shen Songqing: [I haven't even gone to bed yet.]

Shen Songqing: [What did you mean by that message? Have you been kidnapped? And they're going to XXOO you too?]

Can't she wish me a little good fortune~

An Zhiwu: [I took a part-time job doing occasional shoots for a fashion blogger. This is our first time talking, and she gave me this address. I don't think there's a problem, but I messaged you just to be safe.]

Shen Songqing: [Part-time work? Are you short of money? How much do you need? I'll give it to you.]

An Zhiwu: [I have money, but I can't go on without working forever. Besides, I'm afraid I'll lose touch with society.]

Shen Songqing: [All right, then remember to message me before six.]

After chatting with Shen Songqing, An Zhiwu finished her noodles, picked up her bag and camera, and got ready to leave for Yihe Garden.

[Dear readers, how about adding this to your bookshelf~]