I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Jiang Xiaolong's attitude can be seen as a response and retort to Yang Xue.

The deal is now done.

Zhu Yan's eyes were filled with astonishment.

In a developed city like Kyoto, 3500 yen is almost the income of someone at the bottom of society, which is indeed not much.

But it depends on who you're comparing yourself to.

As a veteran and the company's top performer, Zhu Yan only receives a base salary of 5300 yuan per month and a 50% commission.

Of course, there is indeed an element of paying off the boss's debts.

Although Yang Xue is talented and capable, she has not yet been tested by the market.

A new employee who hasn't even stepped into the company yet is receiving a base salary of 3500 yuan...? And also gets a 30% cut of the profits.

Could this be something a stingy boss would do?

Of course, given Zhu Yan's personality, this thought was simply one of shock, not jealousy.

But in the eyes of other female live streamers, half of them were puzzled, and the other half were envious or jealous.

Live streaming is tough these days; those who get into it rely on the success of others and the empty promises from bosses.

Newcomers to the industry can usually earn a base salary of 1000 to 1500 yuan, and even less if they choose to have room and board included.

As for revenue sharing, there are already problems with new user traffic, so where would the revenue sharing come from?

Even if it's just out of respect for Sister Yan, 1500-1800 is the absolute maximum.

But this girl got the owner to ask for a sky-high price of 4500 just for a pitcher of beer...?

Can I add an extra 2000?

What makes this woman, who isn't much older than everyone else, so special...?

How could they, with their limited insight and social experience, possibly understand Yang Xue's scheme...?

...

At the subway station entrance, the sun is about to set.

Zhu Yan and Jiang Xiaolong watched with concern as Yang Xue got off the subway escalator.

Seeing Yang Xue enter the station, Zhu Yan once again gave her instructions:

"Xuexue, slow down..."

Remember to call when you get home...

Yang Xue smiled gently and waved to the two of them.

Jiang Xiaolong couldn't drive because he had been drinking, so he wanted to call a Didi Chuxing (ride-hailing service) to take her home.

But Yang Xue was as stubborn as an ox, insisting on taking the subway, and no amount of persuasion from others could change her mind.

The two had no choice but to follow her cautiously, fearing that something might happen to her.

Fortunately, Yang Xue seems to be in pretty good condition.

After seeing Yang Xue off, Zhu Yan let out a soft sigh.

"Sigh...this girl is still as stubborn as she was in college!"

Then she glared at Jiang Xiaolong beside her and punched him hard.

Jiang Xiaolong, feeling the pain, rubbed his arm and complained in surprise:

"Hey, are you out of your mind? Why did you hit me?"

Zhu Yan glared at Jiang Xiaolong and spat out a curse in annoyance:

"You bastard, how could you do this to my sister?"

"You wouldn't let her stop you from drinking like that? Do you really think of her as a man?"

Jiang Xiaolong squinted, his tone extremely harsh:

"You stupid woman, what do you know?"

"Your sister is much more sensible than you!"

After saying that, the bald man next to Zhu Yan turned his gaze to the empty subway entrance and said seriously:

"Do you think she got this job based on her musical talent and a glass of wine?"

Zhu Yan looked bewildered and asked in return:

"Huh...? Isn't that right?"

Jiang Xiaolong chuckled and gave a snort.

"Ha...ignorance!"

"She relied on sincerity and courage!"

"This girl first tried to win me over emotionally, then used her pride to keep me in line!"

"This kind of game can only be understood by those who have been through the real world; universities don't teach it..."

“If I don’t let her kill it, it’s like slapping her in the face.”

Zhu Yan was even more confused after hearing this.

This was indeed a blind spot for her.

After learning that Jiang Xiaolong was the boss, Yang Xue began to think about how to close the deal.

Based on the information she had, Yang Xue had a general idea of ​​Jiang Xiaolong's character.

He's been through the rough and tumble of the underworld, loyal, courageous, and has been hurt before. He may seem mercenary, but he's actually quite wary.

If you try to talk to someone like that using conventional methods, even if they're a long-time friend and you paint a picture of a future bigger and more perfect future than the Earth itself, the best they can offer you is a base salary of around 2000 to 2500.

The reason is simple: there is no foundation of trust.

In the future, Yang Xue will at most be a senior employee in the company, and the money she can earn will be far from enough to pay off her debts.

Clearly, Yang Xue came with ambition.

Through Zhu Yan and Jiang Xiaolong's performance, she saw reliability and human touch.

Having chosen this place, Yang Xue wants to strive for an even higher position.

Based on experience, this applies to Jiang Xiaolong, a figure in the martial arts world.

Honesty, temperament, and courage are needed to touch the other person's heart.

The fierce competition and backstabbing at the bottom of society stem from a lack of trust.

Therefore, Yang Xue used the hardcore method of forcing people to drink to openly and unfairly express her needs and interests.

They were also secretly saving face for the other party.

Given Jiang Xiaolong's personality, if he didn't act like a man at this moment, it would be tantamount to tarnishing his own reputation.

Of course, this approach may not immediately gain the other party's trust.

However, it opened a channel for the estrangement between them.

...

Dusk, at the entrance of Futaba Kindergarten...

The last child left as her mother apologized and promised to buy her ice cream.

Zhizhi sat at the doorway, a look of bewilderment in her eyes.

Her aunt hasn't arrived yet...

Zhizhi went from being full of anticipation to feeling emotionally turbulent.

Looking at the clay figurine I had carefully crafted in my hands, I felt a little apprehensive.

This is Zhizhi's proudest work, but the person she's going to give it to hasn't arrived yet.

Zhizhi stroked the doll's short hair with her little hands and murmured sadly:

"Auntie, why haven't you come to pick me up yet..."

"Auntie, are you not going to let me go...?"

"Zhizhi?"

A clear, crisp voice called out from outside the classroom.

Zhizhi turned around abruptly, only to find that there was only Teacher Zhang at the door, and she felt a little disappointed.

Ms. Zhang is around 30 years old and has a mature and gentle appearance.

She is a co-teacher at the kindergarten, responsible for the kindergarten's reception work.

"Teacher Zhang, did my aunt answer the phone?"

Zhizhi ran up to Teacher Zhang and pressed her for an answer.

Teacher Zhang looked a little embarrassed, and gently stroked her little head, saying:

"No one is answering the phone with the teacher. Your aunt is probably on the subway."

"Don't worry, they're definitely on their way to pick you up right now."

Zhizhi nodded silently and returned to her seat.

She was not comforted.

Teacher Zhang was extremely surprised when she saw the clay figurine that Zhizhi was holding.

"Oh! Zhizhi, did you make this doll?"

"Um..."

Zhizhi simply gave a soft "hmm" in response, a perfunctory reply.

Normally, if the teacher reacted like this, Zhizhi would be very excited.

But she didn't want any communication.

"Can I show it to the teacher?"

After obtaining Zhizhi's permission, Teacher Zhang carefully picked up the doll and examined it closely.

"Zhizhi, is this your aunt? The features are so exquisite..."

"It's like a figurine; the pleats on this little skirt are so realistic!"

"Has Zhizhi learned this before?"

Teacher Zhang could not hide her surprise and praised her repeatedly.

Even an adult following a tutorial might not be able to achieve such a surprising result using this technique.

“My mom is even better at it. When she was in the hospital, I was making this next to her, following a video.”

"My mom told me that if I take it slow and be patient, I can do it well."

After saying these words, Zhizhi became increasingly depressed, her eyes deep and dim.

Teacher Zhang knew about Zhizhi's experience and sighed deeply.

She couldn't help but recall the scene of Yang Xue taking Zhizhi to school during the day.

Zhizhi's braids were tied tightly and carefully, and she even tidied Zhizhi's clothes before leaving.

These details are simply impossible to achieve without deep love.

And that look of pity is something only a mother would have.

Imagining all these scenes, Teacher Zhang squatted down and said earnestly and firmly:

"Don't worry, your aunt will never abandon Zhizhi!"

"Today she even deliberately filled in the address of your new home."

"Teacher, go make another call."

"Ok!"

Zhizhi nodded vigorously.

This time, Teacher Zhang's words gave Zhizhi a lot of comfort.

Dong Dong Dong...

Just as they were talking, there was a gentle knock on the French windows behind them.

The two turned around at the same time, and Zhizhi's lips immediately curled up, and her eyes brightened.

Outside the window, a woman with delicate features and short hair, wearing a Mickey Mouse-colored trench coat, was smiling at her.

That was none other than his beloved aunt, Yang Xue.