Rebirth and making money first

As night fell and the lights began to come on, Zhang Jing was engrossed in watching TV when a pleasant ringtone suddenly shattered the silence. She picked up her phone and answered it. The familiar voice of A-Long rang through. A-Long asked Zhang Jing if she had found a job, his tone tinged with concern. The two began chatting, their topics rambling and covering everything. Zhang Jing also caught up on A-Long's recent situation.

Time passed quietly, and the conversation between the two gradually became filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Aaron said softly, "I want to see you after get off work." His eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and longing.

Zhang Jing couldn't help but hesitate. After all, it was already late at night. She thought for a moment, frowning slightly, as if weighing something. Finally, she responded, "It's too late now. How about we meet again another time?"

Aaron nodded slightly, understanding her concerns. The two began to discuss a mutually convenient time. After some discussion, they finally agreed to meet the night after tomorrow.

This decision sent a wave of anticipation through both of them. They seemed to foresee that the night would be filled with warmth and romance, and their relationship might even reach new heights. In this moment, their hearts were tightly connected, filled with beautiful visions for the future.

At this point, the landlord's face lit up, complaining that Zhang Jing was talking on the phone for too long. When he learned the caller was from his boss, who was interviewing him, he flatly told Zhang Jing to tell him not to go to work and not to bother with him any further. Zhang Jing couldn't help but laugh, feeling that the landlord was even more assertive than her own mother.

The landlord's strict hygiene standards finally became unbearable for the nanny. Unhappy with the poor work environment, she resolutely decided to leave. A new nanny would be arriving tomorrow to take over. The landlord's already slightly cloudy eyes were now filled with tears. She asked Zhang Jing, bewildered, "Why do people around me say I'm difficult to serve and take care of? Do you think I'm difficult to get along with, too?" Zhang Jing's heart softened at this, and she quickly offered words of comfort.

She said the old landlord was definitely not the kind of person to be difficult to deal with, and told the other party that finding a suitable nanny would indeed take some time and patience, and that she must not rush. At this time, the old landlord's face was full of love and kindness. She looked at Zhang Jing with a gentle and slightly pleading gaze, and said softly, "Jing, I want to discuss something with you. Of course, please don't be angry if you don't want to. I think this is that if I really can't find a suitable candidate, then I won't charge you the rent! On weekdays, you can do whatever you want, but if I need help with something, I hope you can come and help me, okay? Alas... once you get older, many things are beyond your ability. Now I understand how annoying I am. I guess even my children are starting to dislike me as an old woman." At the end, the old landlord's voice was obviously lonely and desolate.

Hearing this, Zhang Jing quickly shook her head and said, "Grandma, this is not something you can decide! The key is what your children say. But don't worry, if you can't find a suitable nanny to take care of you for the time being, then I will definitely take good care of you! Please don't mention not charging rent anymore, let's just keep everything as usual. In life, the most important thing is to live happily. Just watch TV for a while! Don't worry too much about other messy things!"

As the clear notification sounded, Zhang Jing returned to her room and checked her phone. Sure enough, her salary had arrived, totaling over 4,000 yuan. This was all she had until she found a new income source! It seemed she had to get back on track with writing her novel and find a job as soon as possible.

After much thought, handwriting seemed impractical. Typing on a computer, however, was only possible with Pinyin, as I didn't know the Wubi input method. Luckily, my landlord's son also types using Pinyin, and my colleagues say he types even faster than they do with Wubi! So, I might as well practice Pinyin, since my Mandarin is pretty standard.

The only thing she needed to consider now was what kind of story to write. In her previous life, Zhang Jing had read countless novels. She wondered if any of those novels would appear in this life. If not, she could just copy and revise them as she went along.

Excited, Zhang Jing quickly found a pen and paper and began categorizing the stories she wanted to write. In her previous life, she particularly enjoyed novels about time travel and reincarnation, palace intrigue, and family feuds. Later, she gradually developed a fondness for farming stories and get-rich-quick stories. Finally, she became fascinated by counterattack stories, treasure appraisal stories, metaphysics stories, and so on. It can be said that she had a wide variety of genres.

Looking at the overflowing sheet of paper before her, Zhang Jing's confidence surged. She planned to browse online tomorrow to see what the current market trends were.

The next day, Zhang Jing woke up late again. She felt blessed by this life, waking up early every day from school to work, dreaming of waking naturally. But she didn't forget her errands.

Outside the residential complex was a shopping mall and a website training school. In a previous life, Zhang Jing had come here to study for a period of time after obtaining a household registration quota. Back then, each skill cost as much as 700 to 800 yuan. Internet access alone cost a whopping 3 yuan per hour. This time, Zhang Jing walked in directly, but the price remained the same.

After logging in, she began searching for novel websites, but couldn't find any on either Huhu or Dianping. Ultimately, only one website, Tomato, was successfully launched. This website had only recently been established, and the number of novels on it was nowhere near the mushrooming number seen in her previous life.

Zhang Jing carefully searched the submissions and found a series of QQ numbers listed below, offering direct contact if needed. Each QQ number was followed by a note indicating "previous article," "short story," or "novella," likely a categorization of the works. Zhang Jing silently wrote down the numbers and then carefully browsed through the stories on the website.

Perhaps because the website was still in its infancy, the stories weren't particularly impressive. At least not for Zhang Jing. After some thought, she decided to start writing short stories. But before that, she needed to clarify her payment.

After creating the website, Zhang Jing decided she needed a computer. A laptop wasn't an option, and a used one wouldn't be cheap. But if she was going to work in this field, she'd definitely need one. The newspaper storytelling club was also soliciting submissions, so she had to try those out. With that in mind, Zhang Jing went to a newsstand. The vendor enthusiastically asked what magazines she wanted. Zhang Jing said she'd look for the best-selling newspapers and buy one.

Zhang Jing clutched a thick stack of Shenzhen Daily and Yangcheng Daily, a wave of emotion welling up in her mind: "So this is Guangdong's window to the world!" No wonder everyone who comes to Shenzhen holds a newspaper; the information it contains is truly vast and comprehensive. This place is brimming with opportunities. From government work reports and the latest news to a plethora of advertisements and job postings, there's truly everything you could want! But what caught Zhang Jing's attention most were the calls for submissions.

Just then, a colleague called, asking if Zhang Jing had confirmed her intention to work for A-Long. It was then that Zhang Jing suddenly remembered that her colleague had recommended the job to her, and she quickly expressed her gratitude. She also explained in detail why she felt the two were not a good match. Upon hearing this, the colleague reassured Zhang Jing not to worry and told her to continue looking for other suitable opportunities.

Zhang Jing called her mother and told her she couldn't send money home for the time being. Upon learning of her resignation, her mother was furious. She chided Zhang Jing for being too pampered and unable to endure hardship. Furthermore, her mother emphasized that her younger brother still needed Zhang Jing's help, saying, "You absolutely must not let her down! Only if you support your younger brother, and only when he's doing well, can you do well too. I don't have any skills, so I'll have to rely on you for everything." Zhang Jing understood her mother's words perfectly well—she had always favored her younger brother.

By then, with Zhang Jing's full support, the younger brother had successfully completed his college education and had opened a restaurant in Beijing with his classmates. However, despite embarking on the entrepreneurial journey, the younger brother's future prospects remained uncertain, so he desperately wanted Zhang Jing to find him an ideal job in Shenzhen.

At the same time, her younger sister also returned from the bustling Shanghai. After a short stay at Zhang Jing's house, she went to Huizhou to work in a factory. Zhang Jing knew that both her brother and sister urgently needed her help to stabilize their lives.

However, Zhang Jing was in trouble at the moment and could hardly protect herself.