Rebirth and making money first

Back in Shenzhen, everyone took their meal allowance and went their separate ways. Tomorrow was Sunday, so they could have a day off. Zhang Jing planned to focus on her writing, and A-Long came to the dormitory to help her debug her computer. The two of them got along quite well. When A-Long found out that Zhang Jing was writing on the computer, he laughed at her and said that a technical secondary school student had to be so ambitious. Zhang Jing disagreed, saying that A-Long's degree as a TVU graduate was fake and that his level of skill was probably about the same as hers.

Ah Long laughed, saying that this was the norm these days, and he couldn't leave his job to study. Han Shu was already pretty good! Zhang Jing knew some people had taken shortcuts, leaving her to fight alone, and she didn't want to antagonize him. She knew Ah Long had been hired by his cousin. Compared to her own uncle, he was the one who was truly helping.

On the other hand, Zhang Jing's cousin did provide her with a lot of help. Without his connections, she might not have been able to get a job at the telecommunications company. Thinking of this, Zhang Jing felt a surge of gratitude. As for Aaron, although he also relied on connections to get into the company, he didn't feel guilty or uneasy about it. Instead, he saw it as a way to make good use of resources. After all, in this fiercely competitive society, everyone wants to seize opportunities to climb the ladder.

However, Zhang Jing disagrees. She believes that things gained through connections don't truly belong to her; only achievements earned through hard work can bring satisfaction and pride. Despite this, she understands the harsh reality and the injustices she sometimes has to face. Therefore, she chooses to quietly accept the status quo and continue to strive for self-improvement.

In the days that followed, Zhang Jing continued to work diligently and write with dedication. She believed that with enough effort, she would one day realize her dream. Meanwhile, A-Long continued to enjoy his relaxed life, occasionally meeting Zhang Jing and helping her with whatever he could. The two of them lived each day in peace.

"How much have you written so far? Have you made any money?" A-Long suddenly asked Zhang Jing one time. Zhang Jing replied, "This is confidential. I use a computer in my room to write because I don't want anyone to see me." When asked about making money, Zhang Jing was very clear-headed. "I can't tell you how much I've made. Anyway, I've bought a shop. I'm also working hard to buy a house." She then asked A-Long, "Do you want to check my net worth?"

A-Long asked Zhang Jing lovingly, "I want to calculate how many years of hard work I can save by being with you?" Zhang Jing glared at him, "I don't support idle people!" A-Long laughed again and took Zhang Jing out for dinner, saying, "I can support you" as they walked. Zhang Jing didn't believe him, "You said that, and I just listened." A-Long didn't explain. After dinner, he sent A-Long away and told him that he would be very busy recently. He didn't have time to meet, so he could do what he wanted. A-Long said to Zhang Jing in a hurt tone, "Are you going to be a scumbag?" Zhang Jing nodded and waved him away.

After A-Long left, there was no news. Zhang Jing was recruited back to Huizhou, and Zhang Zhi gave birth to a daughter. Just like in her previous life, she weighed 8 jin ( grams). When the two families sat together for dinner, her mother became timid, cautiously refusing to pick up any food. Zhang Jing chatted well with Zhang Zhi's parents-in-law, and even helped her mother with food, picking out the onions she wouldn't eat. Zhang Jing saw the jealous looks from her in-laws but pretended not to notice.

The newborn wouldn't sleep at night, crying even when the lights were turned off, and wouldn't wake up during the day. The whole family was so worried that they were under their eyes. Zhang Zhi went straight to Zhang Jing and said, "Sister, if you can't do anything, we're doomed." Zhang Jing looked at the baby, who was sleeping soundly, his eyes still half open. The mother said, "This child is smart. Look how alert he is even in his sleep." This finally made Zhang Jing realize that the saying that own children are the best was true.

Zhang Jing didn't say much, but found some Buddhist music and songs to play for the baby. Zhang Zhi was worried that wouldn't work, so she pulled out a Buddhist scripture and prepared to read it to the baby. She asked Zhang Zhi seriously, "Do you want to read, or should I?" Zhang Zhi, taking one look at the thickness of the scripture, immediately said she wasn't out of confinement yet and couldn't read.

That night, Zhang Jing recited the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra to the baby, who refused to close his eyes. In the past, it took her at least 40 minutes to finish. If she didn't recite quickly, her concentration would wander and she'd get sleepy. Today was no different. Zhang Jing recited at a breakneck pace, taking a moment to glance at the baby. She found her eyes open, fixed on a single spot, her ears perked up to listen. She was delighted, thinking that even adults could get sleepy, so she doubted she couldn't handle a baby.

Before bed, a Buddhist chanting machine was placed in the crib, playing Buddhist music on a loop. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief and slept soundly. Mom happily said, "From now on, play it for her every night. It gives us some rest." Zhang Jing suggested playing it 24/, adding, "This child got the chance to be reborn, and the other losers are trying to scare her, which is why she's crying."

Zhang Zhi said that Zhang Jing had a lot of imagination and could start writing novels. Zhang Jing didn't respond, thinking happily, "Sister, I'm not writing a novel. I don't dare to tell my family to avoid being exposed."

After Zhang Xiaobing returned to Beijing from Huizhou, he broke up with his girlfriend. He thought that since he was already a business owner, he should find a better partner. So, he began looking for a new partner according to the criteria set by his mother. Not long after, he found a person online who met his requirements. This person was the daughter of a village chief of a minority ethnic group in Yunnan. He happily told his mother the news and said that his girlfriend had the same conditions: her father had a pension, and her brothers and sisters were all living at home with their families. He also comforted his mother, saying, "Although the distance is a bit far, don't be picky!"

Zhang Zhi said it was difficult to judge Zhang Xiaobing's girlfriend. As for her exact appearance, everyone was silent after seeing the photo. The girl clearly looked like she came from a rural background: tall, overweight, and dark-skinned. It was unclear how they could have fallen in love.

It is said that when Zhang Xiaobing visited the woman's family, they prepared a sumptuous meal to entertain him. He tasted every dish and found it delicious. After toasting with his future father-in-law, he immediately decided to marry this woman.

Zhang Jing sighed at the strangeness of fate. When the topic turned to herself, she hurriedly said she was too busy with work to have time. She wondered what was going on with A-Long, who hadn't called yet. Just as she was thinking about it, A-Long called. She knew Zhang Jing was going back to Shenzhen tomorrow, so she arranged to meet her.

Speaking of buying a shop, Zhang Zhi said her husband's Hong Kong colleague had taken people to buy a shop three or four times. Even his classmates went, and her own colleagues had brought people to look. It was like throwing a stone into the water, with waves after waves. Zhang Jing realized that her colleagues at work were doing the same thing, one after another. It made her question whether she could ever make money again.

Ah Long was worried, and Zhang Jing couldn't bear the pressure. She asked him if he had told his colleagues about the store and taken them to see it. He said he hadn't told anyone, and Zhang Jing mentally praised him. It seemed this man was good at keeping secrets.

"What's going on?" A-Long said. "I've been sick for half a month, and you haven't even bothered to care about me." Zhang Jing immediately questioned him and learned that his navel was leaking pus, probably due to inflammation. The doctor recommended surgery, but he was afraid.

Zhang Jing reassured him that surgery wasn't necessary, and that conservative treatment with medication would suffice. She also explained that his condition was caused by his excessive seafood consumption, itching, and his habit of picking at the dirt around his belly button. A-Long said all of that matched. Zhang Jing suggested there was a folk remedy that could cure it, but since he couldn't find it anywhere else, he should just take medication.

A Long asked her to explain in detail, and Zhang Jing said that drying sheep dung and placing it in the navel would cure it after a few times. But there was nowhere to find sheep dung, and she also needed to avoid certain foods and take the medicine honestly.

Seeing that A-Long was happy again, Zhang Jing wondered if they were really family. They could even talk about shit and urine without any embarrassment.