Rebirth and making money first

Chapter 117: Work at the Nursing Home

Zhang Jing was burning with anxiety about Alan's marriage, but she knew that even if she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, what could she do? After all, no matter how stubborn Achen was, they still had a large family at home, who could always suppress him. She simply ignored it for the time being.

On that day, Li Manyue arrived at the nursing home for work. She wore a large mask, but her haggard face was still clearly visible. The bruises around her eyes and forehead, even with her hair covering them, were difficult to completely hide.

Although everyone in the nursing home was curious, no one dared to ask any questions. However, judging by her appearance, everyone speculated that she might have been a victim of domestic violence.

Not only that, but she limped as she walked, looking truly pitiful. Of course, there were always those who gloated over her misfortune in the nursing home. After all, she inevitably offended some people during her daily work. This place was like a small society, with different human feelings and different attitudes.

However, one woman, known for her straightforwardness, didn't care. She bluntly stopped Li Manyue and asked, "Hey, what's going on? What are you doing?" Li Manyue lowered her voice and replied, "I accidentally fell down the stairs and got hurt." She then made an excuse, saying she was going to hand over a job, and hurried away.

The old lady looked at her receding back, curled her lips and muttered, "What's wrong with this child? Go to the hospital quickly. Your injuries look like you were beaten. They look so scary!" Li Xiangyue paused when she heard this, but did not look back and left.

At the same time, Zhang Jing was also called to the dean's office. The dean told her, "Li Xiangyue has been feeling unwell recently and needs to take a two-week leave. During this time, you will take over her work."

Zhang Jing nodded in understanding. The dean continued, "Of course, don't worry. I've hired a new clerk to assist you, and she's expected to start work next week. She'll report today. You'll be responsible for meeting her and helping her familiarize herself with the work process."

The dean turned to look at Li Xiangyue and said earnestly, "Don't overthink it. Go back and have a good rest. Come back to work after you've recovered. Don't worry, your salary will be paid as usual. Now, hand over your work to Zhang Jing."

Zhang Jing didn't raise any objections to the dean's arrangement. However, Li Xiangyue felt a little unhappy. She realized that if she didn't explain things clearly, it might cause more misunderstandings. After Zhang Jing left the office, she felt she had to seize this opportunity to explain the situation to the dean.

The dean was filled with shame and anger after hearing Li Xiangyue's story. His affairs had been kept private. Now that her husband had evidence, he panicked. He felt his power wasn't as great as Zhang Yongle's. He quickly told Li Manyue to return while he figured out a solution.

The dean and Li Manyue left one after another, and the work was managed by the directors of each building, and nothing went wrong.

When Zhang Jing handed over Li Manyue, she asked Li Manyue, "Sister-in-law, you fell so hard. Why didn't my brother take you to the hospital? You didn't even call me. What's there to be embarrassed about bothering me? We're godparents, so we're family."

Li Manyue nodded with emotion: "Xiao Jing, thank you sister-in-law! You know the work process, if you have any questions, call me and ask me. I'll go back first!"

After seeing Li Manyue off, Zhang Jing wondered what might be wrong with her. Perhaps she had a dispute with her husband, though the specific reason was unclear. Could it be that she had been caught cheating, leading to the conflict?

But considering that both the couple seem to have their own problems, they should consider the children and not get divorced. However, these are other people's family affairs and have nothing to do with me, so it's best to pretend that I don't know anything.

A new clerk had arrived, a plain-looking woman. It was understood she was only a junior college graduate and had only been able to join the company through a relationship with a manager. Zhang Jing showed her around and gave her a detailed introduction to the work environment and responsibilities.

When asked if she needed accommodation, the young woman said she had a motorcycle and could ride to and from get off work, so she didn't need a dormitory. Zhang Jing then arranged for someone to take her through the onboarding procedures and told her to bring her personal belongings with her as she would be starting work the next day.

However, the girl, Lin Zidan, looked bewildered and asked, "What daily necessities do we need?" This sudden question was a bit amusing, so Zhang Jing had to patiently explain, "Everyday items like toothpaste, toothbrushes, and towels."

Zhang Jing sighed again: "Water cups, food bowls, paper towels... If you don't bring any, buy them at the nursing home supermarket. They're more expensive than outside!"

Lin Zidan said: "You are driving up prices. The elderly are very pitiful. Do you still want to make money from this? Nursing homes should be places of compassion!"

Zhang Jing knew exactly how much profit the nursing home supermarket was making, but what could she do? The residents were mobility-impaired and couldn't walk far to shop. Furthermore, the supermarket was run by the director's niece and her husband. If she said there wasn't something fishy going on, no one would believe it. But who dared to expose the truth?

Zhang Jing echoed, "You're absolutely right! Look at us uneducated people, we've always been looking forward to college students like you coming to the nursing home to bring new vitality and vigor here. You really hit the nail on the head! On behalf of the nursing home, I warmly welcome you to join our big family!"

Hearing these words, Lin Zidan's face instantly brightened, as if the sun were shining on her face. She left with vigor, leaving Zhang Jing standing there alone. Watching Lin Zidan's departing back, Zhang Jing secretly sighed: This little girl is either straightforward and has no ulterior motives, or she lacks social experience and is unaware of the treacherous nature of human nature.

However, she didn't point this out. After all, some things still require one's own understanding. Furthermore, the elders, having experienced many things, naturally wouldn't be easily overwhelmed by a young girl. They had their own ways of dealing with things, so let the young people slowly learn.

As expected, Zhang Jing was very impatient when she was teaching Lin Zidan the old man's exercise. She bluntly said that she did not like dancing, but preferred singing.

However, Zhang Jing sternly told her that this was a job assignment and she had to learn it seriously. A week later, her job after breakfast every day was to lead everyone in practice, which lasted about an hour and a half.

Upon hearing the news, Lin Zidan was shocked and quickly said that he could not remember those complicated movements at all.

"Sister Jing, can you find someone else to do this job? I really can't remember the moves. There are four pieces in total!"

Zhang Jing smiled and encouraged her, "Don't be so modest! Young people's memory must be much better than these old people, right? Old people love exercising with young people; it makes them feel younger! Come on, I'm rooting for you! You have to have confidence in yourself, too!"

Lin Zidan had no choice but to ask Zhang Jing to help her practice for a few more days. But Zhang Jing pointed at her slightly bulging belly and said helplessly, "Beautiful girl, look at me now. How much longer can I keep doing this? You have to study hard. If you really can't remember, just practice a few more times."

Lin Zidan felt helpless, but he had no other choice but to suppress his inner discomfort and lead everyone in the practice. Sure enough, he was met with the cold stares of the old ladies. He came to Zhang Jing to complain:

"She couldn't remember the moves, so she said she was going to train us, but it turned out we were the ones training her!"

"It's obvious she doesn't like this job. She looks so downcast every day. It's like we owe her two hundred!"

Zhang Jing said, "Aunties, the little girl is not used to it yet. Please be more tolerant and let me talk to her. Don't be angry, because anger will make you old."

The old ladies said, "We are old too!" Zhang Jing said, "If your heart is not old, you will always be 18!"

The old ladies were overjoyed to be coaxed away by Zhang Jing. Zhang Jing felt that she had been greatly trained in the nursing home. She could tell the truth to everyone and lie to everyone, even if it was a lie. It made the listeners and the speaker happy. It saved her a lot of trouble.

But Lin Zidan also wanted to give them a scolding. Lin Zidan also felt aggrieved: "Sister Jing, you don't know, after the workout, I told them that the weather was cold and they should wear more clothes to take care of themselves. They complained that I was nagging and said, 'They're not stupid, do you need me to tell them?' Isn't that infuriating? I just pretended not to hear it!"

"You did a great job not arguing with the elderly. I commend you! You need to keep up the good work. They are all old children. Treat them as your own family, and you'll understand. Smile more often, and they won't give you any trouble. After all, you shouldn't hit a smiling person."

After appeasing both parties, Zhang Jing secretly went back to the dormitory to drink a glass of goat's milk. So tired! I wonder when Li Xiangyue will start work?

Before Li Manyue arrived at work, Zhang Jing received news that the dean had been transferred and a new dean had arrived. The female dean also brought a male university student with her, who, like Lin Zidan, was from Guangdong.

The male college student, named Qiu Yuncai, was tall, handsome, and wore glasses. He immediately attracted the attention of the unmarried women in the office, including Lin Zidan. Zhang Jing guessed that Qiu Yuncai's name was most likely Qiu Yuncai, as it would have matched his parents' expectations. The reason for "Yuncai" was probably because he was afraid of being laughed at by his classmates when he went to college.

It wasn't until Zhang Jing occasionally saw his work signature that she realized his real name was Qiu Yuncai. She had overthought.