Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 223 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 13

The landlord looked at her helplessly: "Girl, I really didn't lie to you."

"The price your colleague was charging was definitely from before the Lunar New Year."

"Many people go back to their hometowns before the Lunar New Year, and many people also resign during those days, so many rooms become vacant, which is why there are those prices."

Song Xianyin lowered her head: "But two thousand yuan is really too expensive. I just started my internship, and I'm very short on money. My salary is low, and I haven't been paid yet."

The landlord was exasperated: "Alright, alright, here's 1700 for you."

Song Xianyin didn't speak, she just stayed by her side.

She looked at the bills when the landlord looked through them, she looked at the keys when the landlord organized them, and she watched the security footage when the landlord checked the surveillance footage.

The landlord, exasperated by her persistence, said, "I've never seen such a shameless girl."

Song Xianyin looked at her pitifully, thinking, "So what if I'm a little shameless? I can accept a little less money."

"Then how about you do the same as your colleague, 1,500?" The landlord closed the ledger.

"Sister, is 1300 okay? She gets 1500 for a one-bedroom apartment, and I get 1300 for a single room. Isn't that reasonable?"

The landlord said with a stern face, "If you don't want to rent it, fine. Lots of people want that room, the sunroom, and it's 1,300 yuan."

This girl is even better at bargaining than those other people.

"Sister, how about 1300? You look so lucky. We have a lot of interns in our company. I'll bring them all here to look at apartments later."

The landlord scoffed, "You young people these days hate your colleagues, how could you possibly bring them along?"

"You said I look very lucky, but you can't read faces."

Song Xianyin sat next to the landlord and frowned: "Who said I can't?"

"Did you suffer a lot when you were young, and did you always argue with people? Look at your hands, they're from all that hard work."

The landlord looked at her in surprise: "You noticed that?"

Song Xianyin nodded seriously: "You are destined to suffer first and then enjoy sweetness. You are not the richest person yet. You will be able to truly enjoy a life of leisure after your daughter has been working for five years."

"Amazing! You even knew I had a daughter!" The landlord clapped his hands.

Song Xianyin nodded mysteriously: "Because it's drawn on your head."

What is being drawn?

"It's a drawing of a flower. The man is grass, and the woman is a flower. Anyone who knows their stuff can tell the difference at a glance. But for some reason, there are some grass marks next to the flower." Song Xianyin frowned and took a sip of tea.

The landlord's eyes reddened: "I was pregnant with a son, but I miscarried."

Song Xianyin patted her hand comfortingly: "Don't be sad, sister. It's all God's arrangement. When you were pregnant, wasn't your daughter acting a little strange?"

The landlady frowned and recalled, "Something is definitely not right. My daughter used to be very obedient, but after I got pregnant, she started crying and making a fuss all the time, like she was possessed."

Song Xianyin sighed: "That's because your son is a jinx to her. She was weak during that time, and it was easy for those wandering ghosts to possess her."

The landlord's eyes immediately reddened: "I knew it! So that's why she was crying and saying she didn't want her little brother."

The two chatted for an entire afternoon. Song Xianyin's mouth was parched from talking, and the tea in the teapot was almost empty. In the end, Song Xianyin could only chew the tea leaves in her cup to quench her thirst.

The landlady kept asking Song Xianyin some metaphysical questions, and she asked almost everyone in her family. The way she looked at Song Xianyin became more and more affectionate.

"Little Song, you're so capable, why are you still working odd jobs? You should be making big money," the landlord exclaimed.

Song Xianyin smiled and said, "These are all just chance encounters. Making money by predicting other people's fates is not my style."

The landlady's face was beaming as she looked at Song Xianyin, becoming more and more satisfied.

"Little Song, here's eight hundred for you, we're friends now."

Song Xianyin was secretly overjoyed, but she still pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Two thousand to eight hundred, how could I possibly earn so much money from you?"

The landlord smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Xiao Song, I was blind to your greatness just now, but you should understand, it's not easy for us ordinary folks to earn money."

"The original price for that single room was one thousand. I'm so sorry about that earlier."

Song Xianyin's lips twitched. So, she had said 1,300, which was too much, had she?

But the price of 800 was a pleasant surprise.

"Thank you, sister."

"Just call me Auntie, my daughter is the same age as you."

"Okay, Auntie, I've sent the money. Please check it when you have time."

Watching Song Xianyin's departing figure, the landlady hummed a song, never expecting to encounter a free fortune teller today. She was destined to be rich for the rest of her life.

She said she was lucky.

She's had such a tough first half of her life; if she has to go through the same tough second half, she really won't be able to go on living.

The landlord happily opened her phone, and a photo of her and a young girl appeared on the lock screen.

"Another eight hundred yuan!"

After renting the apartment, Song Xianyin felt a stronger sense of belonging in City A.

Goodbye, living room filled with the smell of feet; goodbye, bed infested with cockroaches; goodbye, trash can that was always overflowing; goodbye, noisy roommate!

Song Xianyin's most anticipated thing every day at work is being able to get home early in the evening.

This is good; she finally has something to care about in City A.

At lunchtime, a boy sat down cautiously in front of her.

"Song Xianyin, why are you eating alone?"

Song Xianyin looked at him with a puzzled expression: "I've always been alone."

The boy said "Oh," and then whispered, "I thought you were affected by those rumors."

Song Xianyin didn't say anything. If this guy hadn't spoken up, she really wouldn't have known what rumors were circulating about her.

"Do you really have tattoos?" he asked, looking at her with some curiosity.

Song Xianyin frowned: "Is it 2025 now?"

What kind of society do we live in, especially in such a big city?

The boy smiled and glanced at her wrist, which was hidden by her sleeve: "That's not what I meant."

“I don’t really care about tattoos, but the other guys in the company are prejudiced against them.”

Song Xianyin asked, somewhat puzzled, "What prejudice?"

The boy cleared his throat: "Well... girls with tattoos give off the impression of being promiscuous and having a messy private life."

"They're more afraid of girls like that, because they're afraid of being scammed out of money by them, and also, you know... guys care more about that."

Song Xianyin looked at him, puzzled: "Which one?"

He speaks haltingly.

The man's voice trailed off: "We're all adults, so I'll be blunt. It's a girl's first time. They're afraid of wasting their money, afraid of being cheated on."

Song Xianyin fell silent. Why did the topic of sex come up again?

What is the connection between these two things?

The boy looked at her with incredibly gentle eyes: "But I don't think so. A girl with tattoos can still be a good girl, even if it's less common."

"I think you are the kind of girl who is rebellious but can stick to your principles. I think you are a good girl. You are different from other girls with tattoos."

Song Xianyin swallowed her food and looked at the boy opposite her.

The boy smiled at her when he saw her looking at him.

"Can you get lost? You're a guy, and you're starting to define what a good girl is, huh? Do you even have the right?"

The boy's face froze instantly.