Chapter 009: Unexpected Reunion

Early the next morning, Wang Dalin, still lost in his dreams, was awakened by the sound of the phone ringing. He glanced at the number; it was a call from the magazine office.

Having run out of money, Wang Daling sat in the car contemplating how to make some. He couldn't just directly ask others for money, could he? Although Wang Daling was not particularly thin-skinned, he wasn't resilient to that extent. There was still over 2,000 yuan in his bank account, which should be enough to last until the end of the month. By then, he would receive his salary—no matter what, he was employed, and being employed meant earning money—next month would be easier. ... Thinking back to his school days, 100 yuan had miraculously lasted an entire month. Alas, those were truly memories best left unexamined ... There was still over 2,000 yuan in his bank account, which should be enough to last until the end of the month. By then, he would receive his salary—no matter what, he was employed, and being employed meant earning money—next month would be easier. ... Thinking back to his school days, 100 yuan had miraculously lasted an entire month. Alas, those were truly memories best left unexamined ...

"Lin Ying, you are slacking off again, not helping your grandfather with his work!" A voice came from behind, and Wang Daling found it strangely familiar. Turning around, he was surprised to see Lin Wen!

Although Xiaolin did not understand why Wang Dalin was so furious, as a worker, he still dutifully brought Wang Dalin to the exterior of a very professional image design store

Taking a break, isn't it good to take a break? Wang Daling was resolute, cursing under his breath, if it comes to it, he could just have the people from September House help him find another job. Didn't they claim to be strong in capability? Let's see if they have any real performance. Wang Daling tossed aside the towel draped over him and got out of bed to wash his face

He is just a minor character, somewhat lecherous and timid, unable to identify any merits of his own. How could such a person find the celestial pearl? Suddenly, recalling the celestial pearl, Wang Daling became alert: That's right, the celestial pearl—what exactly is this thing that people keep talking about?

Hello. "Hello, this is Lin Wen." Wang Daling said: "Oh, it's you. What is it? It can't be that witch is unhappy that I was late, can it? She did say that I could come to work whenever I wanted." On the other end of the phone, Lin Wen replied: "No, the deputy editor said that you have worked two consecutive days, which is hard work, so today you have a day off. You don't need to come to work."

However, Wang Dalin forgot that the image was designed by himself. The clothes were also purchased by him

Lin Ying reproached her sister: "Sister, he is your colleague, aren't you even a little worried?" Lin Wen replied with a smile: "This colleague of mine is much more comfortable than I am, sitting in the editor-in-chief's office, doing nothing at all. His background, tsk tsk!" Lin Ying curiously asked: "Are you saying his family is very influential?"

In this way, time passed unknowingly, and the people around him dispersed without his awareness. He only realized someone had suddenly slapped him on the back; that jolt felt like a startled fish, disappearing in the blink of an eye

Facing the mirror, Wang Daling felt increasingly uncomfortable with himself. This perfectly good hair, dyed like this for that damned magazine, and looking at the clothes he was wearing, he would never have dared to go out in such attire before, looking almost like a gay man. All for that damned magazine, he had even tolerated it!

Wang Dalin had never thought that such an ancient art could be so melodious. Listening to a group of amateur performers on stage singing Qinghe Tushu, Wang Dalin leisurely sipped his tea and cracked sunflower seeds, allowing the afternoon to pass by in a relaxed manner. In the glow of the setting sun, Wang Dalin squinted his eyes, watching the performers dancing on stage, lost in thought. If he were to truly join a certain sect, cultivate his skills, and possess extraordinary abilities, what would he want to do?

This time, the image design took up the entire morning. I had a casual lunch, and in the afternoon, there was really nowhere to go. I couldn't go to the Red Bird Internet Café, and Wang Dalin truly had nothing much to do. After some thought, he gave Lin Wen a call.

Now, with a significant upgrade, this outfit of designer brands amounts to over 10,000 yuan. Although it is not the very top tier, it is already quite luxurious

After much effort, Wang Dalin had a hairstyle specially designed for him. Carrying a few recommended brand clothes, he took out all the remaining tens of thousands of yuan he had—after all, those factions would not let him starve, so what was there to fear about being broke

Wang Dalin stepped out of the image design shop, and Xiao Lin's eyes lit up, unable to help but laugh, "Boss, your new look is truly different; the previous one was simply... heh heh!" Xiao Lin realized he had let something slip, awkwardly chuckling and falling silent. Wang Dalin felt even more irritated, realizing how terrible his previous image had been, to the point that even a driver looked down on it.

The current flowed freely within his body, and Wang Dalin did not deliberately try to control it. Sitting in the teahouse bathed in the sunset, the original heat gradually dissipated under the continuous movement of that current. The current moved up and down, sometimes in his head, sometimes beneath him, and sometimes along his back. Wang Dalin did not understand what this current was; he only found it strange that although he felt a tingling sensation from the electric shock, it was surprisingly comfortable.

This job was assigned by the Kongtong faction, yet they hold a position without doing anything, constantly facing criticism from others. At this moment, Wang Daling truly feels that the strength of the Kongtong faction is rather mediocre

Wang Dalin exclaimed, "This is unacceptable. Just wait, I will go demand your wages." He stood up and left, while Lin Ying, fully aware of Geng Qi's background, hurried to stop him, saying, "Hey, don't go! They are all part of the underworld..." Lin Wen intervened, giving her a knowing glance, and said, "You can rest assured..."

Lin Ying said playfully, "Sister, I have been very diligent. Look at these tables; I wiped them all." Lin Wen looked at Wang Daling and smiled, "Why haven't you left yet? I thought you definitely wouldn't like to hear this." Wang Daling replied with a smile, "Of course I do; this is a national treasure."

Wang Dalin was taken aback for a moment, and after hanging up the phone, he couldn't figure out what it meant for a long time

Lin Ying expressed her surprise: "You know each other too?" Lin Wen was even more puzzled: "You know each other too?" Wang Dalin chuckled: "We all know each other, we all know each other." The three of them laughed together

"Hello, Lin Wen, it's me," Wang Daling said. "Are you free? Come out and keep me company." Lin Wen knew he was in a bad mood, but she really couldn't leave: "I want to go out too, but Salina..." Wang Daling replied, "I know, sigh, mhetushucomcom, forget it..." He thought about it and realized that Lin Wen was the only person he was somewhat familiar with in this city. Lin Wen said, "Are you bored? Let me tell you a place where you can have some fun." But she really couldn't leave: "I want to go out too, but Salina..." Wang Daling replied, "I know, sigh, mhetushucomcom, forget it..." He thought about it and realized that Lin Wen was the only person he was somewhat familiar with in this city. Lin Wen said, "Are you bored? Let me tell you a place where you can have some fun."

This theater and teahouse was opened by the grandfathers of Lin Ying and Lin Wen. Currently, the Peking opera market is shrinking, with a narrow audience and sluggish business. The patrons are mostly regular customers, and there is not much income. Lin Ying is still in university and returned home during the summer vacation to help out and take on a part-time job. Unexpectedly, she caught the attention of the bald man, Geng Qi, who persistently pursued her. In a fit of anger, Lin Ying quit, losing her salary for the previous month.

Wang Dalin was deep in thought, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart: could it be that glass ball? That was his fateful orb. He took out the glass ball, and under the sunlight, he looked at it with a sense of mystery; the glass ball began to seem extraordinary. The sunset was blood-red, and the chaos within the glass ball also turned red. Wang Dalin squinted his eyes, feeling somewhat dazed. ... In this daze, the chaos seemed to undergo a slight change. A current surged through the fingers that held the glass ball, and Wang Dalin's spirit was invigorated, a feeling that was indescribable ... The sunset was blood-red, and the chaos within the glass ball also turned red. Wang Dalin squinted his eyes, feeling somewhat dazed. ... In this daze, the chaos seemed to undergo a slight change. A current surged through the fingers that held the glass ball, and Wang Dalin's spirit was invigorated, a feeling that was indescribable ...

The place Lin Wen mentioned is a teahouse, a Peking opera teahouse

Xiaoying blushed and said, "This question should be asked by me instead." Wang Daling scratched his head and replied, "I had nothing to do this afternoon, a friend introduced me..." A hint of disappointment flashed across Xiaoying's face; it turned out he wasn't specifically looking for her. Seeing her, Wang Daling felt a surge of excitement: "Hey, hetushucomcom, how come you are here? I was actually planning to go to the Red Bird Internet Café to find you and help you deal with that bald guy who bullied you." Xiaoying joyfully exclaimed, "Really? You went to find me?" Wang Daling smiled foolishly, and Xiaoying felt it was strange: she had seen this person many times before, but why did he seem somewhat different this evening? He appeared much more profound than before.

Wang Dalin, feeling furious, smashed the toothbrush holder against the mirror. With a loud "ping," the mirror shattered into pieces. Cursing under his breath, Wang Dalin walked out. At the intersection, Xiao Lin approached him: "Boss, are you going to the magazine office?" "Not going anymore, Xiao Lin. Are you familiar with this area? Find me the best hair design salon!"

Wang Dalin, reluctant and somewhat irritated, turned around to question the person. However, upon turning, his angry expression transformed into a smile: "Xiaoying, what a surprise to see you!" It turned out to be the younger female manager from the Hongniao Internet Cafe. Wang Dalin had thought he would never see her again in this lifetime, yet unexpectedly encountered her here.

However, now I have become a mere ornament, an ornament forcibly inserted by connections and power! I remember when I graduated, seeing those classmates with connections landing good jobs, I was once incredibly envious. But now, when I rely on connections to make a living, I realize that this feeling is truly unbearable!

Lin Wen wore a mischievous smile as she patted her sister's head: "Of course, my dear sister, if you could find me such a brother-in-law, I wouldn't have to do anything anymore..." "Sister, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Ying's face flushed, and she felt an inexplicable wave of anxiety.