bayedsolid Chapter 197 Is it fashionable to beg for a gigolo these days?
Chapter 197 Is it fashionable to beg for a gigolo these days?
The man called 'Lanling King' scratched his head awkwardly.
This person is the property manager of 'Jiangtian Yise'.
"Hehe, Miss He, how did you know my name is Wang Lanling?"
He Fan: "......" Okay.
Who knows how she knew? She herself didn't know how she knew.
Seeing that He Fan didn't speak, Wang Lanling felt that he might have said something wrong, but he had to take the initiative.
Just as he was struggling with how to bring it up...
He Fan unlocked the car: "What are you doing? What are you trying to do?"
Seeing this, Wang Lanling quickly stepped back to make room for He Fan to open the door.
He Fan wasn't afraid that he might do something bad. First, the man looked so thin he was about to have malaria, so he obviously couldn't beat her. Second, in the police station compound, what kind of crazy person would want to do something like this?
Wang Lanling went through all the prepared lines in her mind, but none of them felt sincere enough.
I simply closed my eyes and steeled my resolve.
With a "plop," he knelt down before He Fan.
He Fan was so startled that he took two steps back: "!!! What the hell, what kind of show is this?"
Wang Lanling steeled her heart and said, "Miss He, I have something to ask of you."
He Fan looked around and saw that the passing police officers and citizens who came to the police station to handle business were all looking at them.
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was bullying people in the police station compound.
"Hey, you can't take pictures in the police station!"
He Fan pointed to a young girl who looked quite young.
The young girl must have come to get her ID card. When she was called out, she quickly put away her phone, blushed, and ran away.
"Tsk, you'd better stand up right now and kneel down in front of the police station. Are you trying to harm me?"
Wang Lanling seemed to realize that her behavior would cause trouble for He Fan, and she got up very quickly.
"I'm sorry, Miss He..."
He Fan waved his hand helplessly: "Get in the car first, we'll talk about it after we get in."
She was afraid that if they chatted for a couple of minutes, he might suddenly kneel down before her again.
Wang Lanling sat in the passenger seat with great restraint.
He Fan opened the front trunk and stuffed the gifts the property management had given her inside, then quickly drove the car away from the compound.
The car drove aimlessly through the streets.
"Speak, what is it?"
Wang Lanling scratched her head, looking very embarrassed: "Miss He, I know it's presumptuous of me to do this today, but I really have no other choice. I met you a long time ago, back when you were still living in that old, run-down apartment."
He Fan parked his car on the side of the road and looked the man over with a probing gaze.
My earliest memory is of him delivering packages and takeout after we moved to 'Jiangtian Yise'.
“Aren’t you the butler of ‘Jiang Tian Yi Se’? How come you’ve seen me in this old, run-down place?”
Wang Lanling nodded, then shook her head...
“During that time, I took a leave of absence from ‘Jiangtianyise’ to treat my illness. After I had recovered, I had half a month left on my leave, so I worked as a delivery driver for half a month.”
"Ms. He, I'm so sorry. I was the deliveryman who delivered your food. I saw you were spamming Carnival in the live stream, and I remember you spamming so much that I have a strong impression of it."
"I assure you, I really didn't mean to look at your privacy. You were looking down at your phone and I just happened to glance at it."
He Fan was speechless. What kind of thing is this? How could he run into something like this?
"Later, when I returned to 'Jiangtian Yise' after my vacation, the household I was originally responsible for had been assigned a new housekeeper, so I was assigned to your household, which had just moved in..."
"When I first saw you on 'Jiangtianyise', I thought I had mistaken you for someone else. But after getting to know you better, I came across your Douyin account online and I realized that it really was you. We are so destined to meet."
He Fan thought to himself: Yes, what a tragic fate. If she were a celebrity, this kind of person would definitely be taken to the police station as a stalker.
"We are indeed destined to meet. So, what do you want me to help you with?"
Wang Lanling pursed her lips: "Miss He, may I come with you? I... I want to get treatment."
He Fan looked at the young man in front of him with a constipated expression.
What's this thing following me around? Do I look like that kind of person? Is it fashionable to beg for a gigolo these days?
"If you're sick, go to the hospital. What use are you following me?"
Wang Lanling looked disappointed. He knew that he had been presumptuous in doing so.
But he really wanted to seize the opportunity.
To fight for a chance to survive.
"Miss He, I have liver cancer."
"I'm not asking for your charity; I just want to ask you for a job opportunity."
He Fan's expression relaxed somewhat. Since he wasn't asking to be kept by a sugar daddy, she wasn't so resistant. This person's looks probably weren't up to par.
"I graduated from a 211 university, majoring in home economics and minoring in psychology. During my time working at 'Jiangtian Yise,' I obtained an advanced butler certificate and am fluent in five languages: English, Russian, Thai, and Japanese..."
Listen to Wang Lanling recount her resume as if it were a treasure trove of knowledge.
He Fan's eyes showed a hint of consideration.
A professional private butler, wow, that's pretty high-end.
It sounds like a job from a romance novel, but it turns out this profession actually exists in reality.
Graduated from a 211 university, fluent in five languages, and also minored in psychology.
If he weren't sick, he would definitely be a promising young man.
Although he wasn't as good-looking as her targets, he was still a clean-cut young man, and his looks would be around 80 points.
“Ms. He, although I have liver cancer, the doctor said that I am in very good condition and have no problem with my daily work.”
Only after he finished reciting his resume did He Fan prepare to speak.
"How could you think that you can afford medical treatment with me when I don't pay my employees high salaries?"
A hint of hesitation flashed in Wang Lanling's eyes.
But I still forced myself to say, "Miss He, my monthly salary at Jiangtian Yise is 12,000 yuan, with 4 days off per month, and room and board are provided. On the 4 days off each month, I will work 16 hours a day delivering food, earning about 1,000 yuan a day."
He Fan clicked his tongue, "So little?"
These days, you can easily find a nanny or childcare worker in Xiamen and earn over 15,000 yuan a month.
Although she earned less when she was a slave, the working environment was different.
If she hadn't been unlucky enough to be assigned to Wang Li's job, she would at least have a normal two-day weekend, working from nine to six, sheltered from the wind and rain, just sitting at her computer doing some paperwork.
But the butler at 'Jiangtian Yise' is on call 24 hours a day...
She thought that with his resume, he could easily get 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.
Seeing that He Fan's expression wasn't good, Wang Lanling had already prepared for the worst.
"Ms. He, if you'd like to hire me, my expected salary is 20,000 yuan, including room and board..."
“I don’t mean to ask for an exorbitant amount. My surgery will take a maximum of one year and will cost 30 yuan. After my last treatment, I still have 10 yuan in savings. If you feel that I am not worth that much money after ten months, then it is okay for you to reduce my salary.”
Although it's only four thousand more than his original salary, it will allow him to have the surgery on time and not have to deliver food anymore.
After all, the income from food delivery is not fixed, and if you're unlucky enough to receive a bad review, you'll get penalized.
He Fan rested his chin on his hand, watching Wang Lanling, who was earnestly planning the days ahead.
After a moment's thought, his tone was resolute.
"That definitely won't work."