Chapter 2: Hello, Delivery!

Chapter 2: Hello, Delivery!

Glance after glance after glance!

Short videos are truly so much fun!

So this is what her original life was like—it’s so interesting!

Song Tan wants to play too!

This world is so interesting. If she could just be this happy forever, then not cultivating immortality... no, waiting a while to cultivate immortality wouldn't be a big deal.

Anyway, there’s no spiritual energy around here now; practicing would be twice the effort for half the result. It’s not worth it.

Song Tan, the cultivator, savored her decision in her heart. She felt this wasn't the "procrastination" she often heard about in her memories, but rather a mysterious sixth sense of cultivation.

In short, she did the math, and today was an auspicious day for playing on her phone!

It’s just that the screen is shattered quite badly...

The next moment, a call suddenly popped up on the phone—

"Song Tan! Where is the PPT I told you to make! Why haven't you sent it to me yet after all this time?!"

Song Tan:...

What is a PPT? Who is this?

She reviewed the memories in her mind and discovered that in her previous life, she had been rushing to take a taxi to the company because her boss suddenly demanded a PPT.

Who would have thought that just as the car got onto the Ninghai Bridge, it would be involved in a pile-up.

"And another thing, why didn't you come to work today! That's a 500-yuan deduction for being absent! If there's a next time, you're fired!"

Song Tan:...Although she hadn't fully recalled everything yet, it didn't stop her from feeling angry.

Just looking at this outfit, how much is her monthly salary anyway?!

Song Tan rubbed her temples and took a deep breath, trying hard to recall the endless overtime tasks from her company memories. The desire surging deep within her heart became increasingly restless—

[I want to go back to my hometown]

[I want to be with my mom, dad, and younger brother]

[I don't want to work]

This thought was so intense that Song Tan made a decision in an instant—

"..."

Oh no, she’d been away from work for too long; what was she supposed to say next?

*Ahem*...

"You're the boss, right? You just wait there."

...

Ningcheng is just an ordinary provincial capital, forever under construction, dusty and drab.

The Ninghai Bridge is a newly built overpass that connects the north and south, saving on tolls. Taking a taxi from where Song Tan rented her place costs 55 yuan.

She usually doesn't take taxis, but since the boss said the PPT was urgent and she thought she had other work to do, she had splurged on a ride.

Who knew she would run into a car accident...

Going out this time, her battered phone was clearly still usable. Song Tan tried scanning the code with some unfamiliarity, then, without another word, hailed a taxi and headed back to the Ninghai Bridge.

Half an hour later, she arrived downstairs at the company—don't overthink it, it's not some big corporation. Song Tan is just an ordinary graduate from a second-tier university who came from the countryside; she couldn't get into a big company at all.

This current company is rented on the third floor of this building, doing all sorts of outsourcing work.

She studied finance, a "jack-of-all-trades" major. At the time, she didn't have a choice; she just took whatever school she could get into.

During the campus recruitment, she was confusedly fed a line by HR (who she later learned was just a regular employee) and was then hired by this company.

Now, after being whipped by society, she has become an all-around "007" worker who handles planning, operations, post-production, editing, promotion, and is a universal fixer.

Seven days a week, 24 hours a day—as long as there is a task, even if she’s on her period and has to take painkillers, she has to crawl here.

5,000 yuan during the internship, 7,500 yuan after becoming a full-time employee. Sounds pretty good, right?

But while the provincial capital hasn't seen much development, housing prices certainly have, averaging 15,000 yuan. The place Song Tan rents, even if it's a 20-square-meter micro-apartment carved out of an old residential area and teetering on the edge of illegality, costs nearly 1,000 yuan a month.

Transportation, food, daily necessities... she saved whatever was left.

After paying, Song Tan was still sighing: "There's still over 60,000 in savings. That's a lot." She never imagined her past self was such a thrifty girl!

...

At high noon, the office area of the small company was filled with a mixed smell of food. A young girl among her colleagues reached out to greet her

"Tantan, why didn't you come in this morning? Have you eaten?"

Actually, she couldn't remember the name, but Song Tan walked over silently and saw the name tag on the other person—

Huo Xueying

She looked at the claypot rice in the foil box in front of her. The aroma of the food mixed with the stale air made her feel indescribably uncomfortable.

"I was in a car accident this morning, just got out of the hospital."

Huo Xueying fished a fried egg out of the box

"Ah—open wide, let me treat you!"

"The hospital letting you out means you're probably fine—but that 'Skinflint Wang' definitely won't want to pay your subsidy!—anyway, compensation is hard to get, you should have at least laid in the hospital for two days! Eat the egg and build yourself back up!"

Song Tan's stomach growled in perfect coordination.

Although this gesture was a bit too intimate, Huo Xueying seemed to be her good friend. After a moment of hesitation, she opened her mouth and took a small bite.

As her teeth closed, a strange taste rolled through her mouth—the charred fragrance of the egg, the impurities in the food, the richness of the oil, but mixed in was an indescribable sense of nausea. In an instant, it triggered a cramp in her abdomen, and her stomach began to churn.

This is the food? Forget about improving her cultivation; if she keeps eating this for a long time, her body will be filled with impurities. Forget about a Golden Core in this lifetime; whether she can even reach the Foundation Establishment stage is another matter!

Song Tan endured and endured, only then swallowing that small bite of egg.

Huo Xueying was still waiting to feed her a second bite. The little girl was always frugal, obedient, and pitiful; as a friend, she felt sorry for her.

However, Song Tan shook her head: "No more, it tastes a bit weird." Weirdly disgusting.

Huo Xueying didn't hesitate to take the egg back and bit off more than half of it: "What's weird about it! It cost 25 yuan!"

"But it's true, it's not as good as home-cooked food. As my mom says, takeout doesn't even taste like vegetables; it's all just heavy oil, soy sauce, and vinegar."

Song Tan touched her stomach; she was actually hungry too.

From last night until this morning, she hadn't eaten anything. Only now did she realize that she was an ordinary person of flesh and blood who needed to eat.

She hesitated for a moment: "Is it the ingredients? Then... I'll order something better." With the lack of spiritual energy, there were too many impurities in the ingredients.

Thinking of the strange taste of the food just now, this time, she set her sights on more expensive dishes.

Those usually have more guaranteed sources of ingredients, right?

While waiting for the delivery, Song Tan asked: "The boss said he wanted a PPT... what is that..."

It had been too long; she really didn't know how to do that stuff.

Huo Xueying didn't pay much attention and said casually: "Which PPT? I think I heard you say you were halfway through it yesterday. Why don't you check your computer?"

Song Tan walked to her narrow cubicle, slowly opened the computer, and opened the semi-finished product on the desktop—the images, the text, the formatting—

She looked through it carefully and earnestly.

But... what about the rest? How was she supposed to do the rest?

She opened other folders—sure enough, she didn't know how to do a single thing!

Song, the Cultivator, Tan remained steady, as immovable as a mountain.

If she didn't know how, she didn't know how. Anyway, she had suffered enough in both lives. This time, she wouldn't be a wage slave anymore.

And just at that moment, a loud shout rang out at the company entrance: "Hello, delivery!"

(End of chapter)