Chapter 33: An Encounter in a Foreign Land [3]

Work! It always looks easy, but finding something satisfactory is harder than reaching the heavens. After spending an entire day submitting resumes, Wen Xiaorou hadn’t received a single response. Used to living the life of a wealthy young mistress, a single day of job hunting had left her completely exhausted, and she finally understood why so many women dreamed of marrying into wealthy families.

"Can’t I get even a little feedback?" By evening, Wen Xiaorou was sitting on a wooden bench in the commercial district’s rest area, rubbing her calves. They felt so stiff they might as well have been petrified; she was genuinely worried about developing muscle.

Having no work experience, Wen Xiaorou hadn’t expected finding a job to be this difficult. She had studied media, which made the search even harder. She had hoped for a position as a broadcaster or something similar, only to discover that even finding a job answering phones was no easy task. Was it because the population of X City was too large? Wen Xiaorou couldn't find an answer. Checking her watch, she saw it was already past 5:30 PM. Major companies were preparing to pack up and head home, so she dragged her weary body back toward Cheng Yiyi’s house. She really needed a good rest today.

"Xiaorou, how was the battle?" As soon as Wen Xiaorou stepped inside, she saw Cheng Yiyi wearing an apron, coming over to check on her status.

"Sigh! I haven't found anything yet. I'm so tired," Wen Xiaorou sighed, tossing her handbag onto the sofa and collapsing onto it, feeling as if her bones were about to fall apart.

"Job hunting is always like this. Take it slow, don't panic."

"Mm-hmm."

After Wen Xiaorou rested for a while, Cheng Yiyi finished preparing dinner. Although she was too tired to have an appetite, she had to show appreciation for Yiyi’s cooking. At the table, she slowly tasted the dishes, showering Cheng Yiyi’s culinary skills with praise.

"Hello! This is Wen Xiaorou speaking." Just as their dinner was coming to an end, Wen Xiaorou’s phone rang. Seeing an unfamiliar number, her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Could it be a response to her resume?

"Ms. Wen, this is Tianli Media Co., Ltd. You applied for an assistant position at our company today. We are notifying you that you can come in to start work tomorrow." The voice on the other end was that of a young woman, sounding somewhat weary, perhaps due to working overtime.

"Oh! I remember. I will definitely be at the company on time tomorrow." Wen Xiaorou hadn’t expected that at the very end of the day, her job search would finally bear fruit.

"Great! I won't disturb your rest then."

"Goodbye."

"Yay! I’ve got a job!" As soon as Wen Xiaorou hung up the phone, she jumped up from the table. She hadn’t expected to succeed on her very first day out.

"What kind of media company is it?" Cheng Yiyi asked while clearing the dishes.

"I don't really know. I hadn't planned on applying there, but I saw this company while applying to another one, so I just submitted a resume."

"Oh!" Cheng Yiyi responded, offering no further comment.

The next day, before dawn had even broken, Wen Xiaorou was already up and bustling about. This was the first job of her life, and today was her first day on the job. Perhaps to others it didn't matter, but for 23-year-old Wen Xiaorou, it was of great significance. Today marked the first step of her independence after leaving the Jing family, and she was naturally over-excited.

"Xiaorou, our company primarily provides a platform for models who want to become famous; to put it plainly, it’s also an agency. I think you have good potential, so you might consider moving to the front of the stage." The person introducing this to Wen Xiaorou was the owner of Tianli Media, Sister Tianli!