Rebirth and making money first

Zhang Yongle arrived very quickly, which was a little beyond Zhang Jing's expectations.

After receiving Uncle Zhang's call, Zhang Jing handed everything to Zhang Yongle according to his instructions and asked him to write a receipt. At the same time, Uncle Zhang also told Zhang Jing to wait until he returned to discuss other matters. Zhang Jing knew that between his goddaughter and his biological son, Uncle Zhang obviously trusted his son more. After all, she was just an outsider.

Just as Uncle Zhang had hoped, Zhang Yongle carefully checked all the belongings and readily wrote down the receipt. He then asked Zhang Jing if she needed any further assistance, and warmly urged her not to hesitate. Zhang Jing, overjoyed, immediately asked Zhang Yongle to help her get rid of the tattered mattress. Faced with the tattered mattress, Zhang Yongle felt helpless, but he couldn't understand why Zhang Jing was so determined to tear it apart.

It wasn't until Zhang Jing told a story about a corrupt official who hid money in his mattress that Zhang Yongle finally couldn't help but ask, "Where did you hear that?" Zhang Jing replied triumphantly, "I read it in a novel!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yongle became serious and solemnly warned Zhang Jing that their family had no connection with corrupt officials and asked her to stop imagining such irrelevant things. Zhang Jing said, "Brother, you don't need me to tell you. I'll know as soon as I open the mattress."

In order to calm his anger, Zhang Jing said to Zhang Yongle in a flattering way, "Brother, it's not easy for you to come here. Why don't you take a look for something worth collecting and take it back as a souvenir. I'm afraid I'll lose it all if I go through the renovations! Even though Uncle Zhang said everything belongs to me, I'm not a heartless person."

Zhang Yongle was deeply moved after hearing this. He knew his sister's intentions, but at the same time, he knew he couldn't accept her kindness. So, he gently shook his head and said, "Sister, this is what our father left for you. Please keep it well. I don't need these things as souvenirs. As long as our family is together, that's more important than anything else."

Zhang Jing looked at her brother's determined eyes, and her heart was filled with emotion and comfort. She knew that her brother was also a principled and sentimental person, and he would not easily accept things that did not belong to him. But it was this quality that made her understand more and more that she should respect and love this brother in the future. Maybe he would become her strong support.

Zhang Yongle patted Zhang Jing on the shoulder and continued, "Sister, if you have any difficulties in the future, just tell me. Although we are siblings, we must support each other, so that our road will become wider and wider." Zhang Jing nodded vigorously, indicating that she would definitely remember her brother's words.

At this moment, the brother and sister became much closer. Zhang Yongle asked Zhang Jing to come to his house for dinner when he had time. Zhang Jing gladly accepted and made an appointment to have a good reunion when Uncle Zhang came back.

Zhang Yongle walked through the rooms, flipping through the books in the bookcases. He finally decided to remove only two potted plants, one on the balcony and one in the living room. They were said to be a welcoming pine and a money tree. Zhang Jing waved her off. Seeing the silly girl's expression, Zhang Yongle resigned himself to his fate and made a phone call. A garbage collector came and took the mattress away for free.

After Zhang Yongle left, Zhang Jing was left alone to sort things out. She felt uncomfortable without a bed in the room. She decided to go to the secondhand furniture market.

Zhang Jing regretted selling her bed. When she learned it would cost over 2,000 yuan, she was mortified. She thought, "So what if someone else slept in it? Hasn't every bed here been slept in before? Why can't I accept this?" "Now, my old bed is gone, and I'm broke. I can't afford a new one." "Why wouldn't you even want a used one? Even if it's used, it has to be something you like. Isn't it said that a blessed place is a blessed place? That's certainly true of this bed." Despite her inner conflict, Zhang Jing went to look at the bed.

Bunk beds have always been her favorite type, but after a long period of bargaining, she still couldn't afford the price. She originally planned to put Simmons mattresses, bunk beds and bunk beds in the three rooms respectively, so that if there were guests visiting, there would be enough beds for them to rest.

However, when she weighed the money in her pocket, she couldn't help but sigh and thought: "Maybe I should buy one for myself first and consider other things later. In case of demolition, moving will be very troublesome." In the end, Zhang Jing decided to leave, and she still preferred to buy a new bed.

Zhang Jing went to a furniture store and selected a comfortable, soft Simmons mattress that came with a nightstand. She was very pleased with her purchase, but she hadn't forgotten what had happened. She asked the clerk if the mattress could be delivered directly to her home and installed. The clerk said it was no problem and that home delivery and installation would be arranged. Zhang Jing then left her address and phone number and paid the full amount.

Back home, Zhang Jing sat on the sofa to rest for a while before starting to sort out the housework. She cleaned the living room first, then went to the kitchen to put away the dishes. Finally, she went to the bedroom to sort out the clothes. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It turned out to be the mattress delivery team. They quickly moved the mattress upstairs and installed it in the bedroom.

Zhang Jing finally bought a double Simmons mattress and brought back the washing machine. After setting up the bed, she couldn't help but feel it didn't match the look she'd seen in the store. After repeated inspection, she realized the curtains didn't match, and she immediately lost heart. She remembered a story: someone who, out of stinginess, never wore new clothes. Then, they found a pair of new shoes that a friend had deliberately left behind. Savvy and willing to save, they went home to wear them, only to discover that their socks, pants, clothes, and even their hairstyle didn't match...

Zhang Jing found herself in that situation, having bought a house. She had a home of her own, but it still felt empty. Was it too big? She couldn't get everything ready at once, so she'd buy it later. Zhang Jing had no plans to move out of the dorm anytime soon. She'd bring some clothes and belongings with her to the new house.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhang Jing packed up important documents, a collection of gold coins, a sweater book, clothes that she would not wear for the time being, and a computer, and prepared to find a car to transport them all over.

A-Long had been studying in Beijing for over a month, occasionally calling. I'd known he'd be back this month, so I didn't think much of it. Only after receiving the call did I realize he'd already been home three days. Zhang Jing consoled herself by calling, perhaps because she considered herself family.

A-Long said he bought Zhang Jing a silver bracelet that could cure illnesses. He also brought some Beijing Quanjude roast duck and a Poria cocos pancake and asked her to meet him. Zhang Jing agreed to meet him that evening and, after hanging up, prepared to go find a car.

Director Chen, upon seeing Zhang Jing, hurriedly stopped her and explained that he had two options for her: one would be a sinecure in the finance department, running errands and receiving the same salary as an accountant, as she was preparing for her intermediate certification exam. The other would be field work, collaborating with welfare homes and nursing homes under the Civil Affairs Bureau, primarily through visits and learning, with the possibility of even staying at their facilities. Of course, the posts should be positive, showing the public that Shenzhen also has its own warmth and warmth, and a different kind of life.

Zhang Jing was in a dilemma. She asked to think about it. Director Chen agreed, knowing that she needed a moving vehicle. He even asked if it was a lot of stuff. If not, he would deliver it after get off work. Zhang Jing declined. However, she requested to keep the dormitory for a month to accommodate her lunch break. Director Chen said it was no problem, saying no one wanted the dormitory anyway, so there was no need to rush.

Zhang Jing called a pickup truck and thought about moving most of her things. She only left two sets of clothes and a small amount of daily necessities here. She estimated that she would not live here for long. After packing everything, taking a shower and changing clothes, she found that the time to meet A Long was approaching.

Every time they met, Zhang Jing would wait for him, his excuse always being traffic. This time, no different, A-Long told her to reserve a table first when she arrived. Zhang Jing agreed, and she didn't rush. Twenty minutes past her scheduled time, she slowly got on the bus and left, saying to A-Long, "The traffic is terrible. I might not be able to go that fast. Reserve a table first when you arrive."

Zhang Jing wanted to see A Long speechless, and she also wanted to win back the game. She admitted that it was the house that gave her the confidence.

Zhang Jing's mother was delighted to learn she'd bought a house in Shenzhen. She promised to come live with her when she had time, and the two of them were happily enjoying each other's company. "That's right, you'll have the final say from now on. No one can kick you out of your house!" The old woman's philosophy was simple and straightforward: "It's better to rely on yourself than on others, and it's better to rely on yourself than on others."