Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Just as Lin was about to offer to pay more, Badalkin said, "My cousin's mother has severe rheumatism, and he has to stay home to take care of her."

Lin Tingwei was taken aback.

This isn't about money, but rather about finding a job that matches your expertise.

She said, "Here's what you'll do: contact your cousin. Regardless of whether he's willing to work for me, I'll arrange for the best doctor in Shenyang to treat my mother. I'll cover all the travel expenses and medical costs."

Before Badalkin could express his surprise, Lin Ting continued, "Because you saved my life last night, I really want to thank your family."

Badalkin swallowed his doubts.

He even felt that Mr. Lin was being overly polite.

"Boss Lin, this is the job I do, and my boss pays me a salary."

Lin Tingquan pretended not to understand his implied meaning, stood up and still looked up, saying, "Think about it. My father is the director of surgery at Shenyang Municipal Hospital. I really have the ability to arrange a very good hospital for your relative."

Badalkin's eyes flickered slightly, clearly showing that he was somewhat tempted.

Lin stopped there after making a brief mention of it.

The controversy surrounding Wu Tang and Wang Hailiang is not over yet, but Lin Ting doesn't care how they fight or what the final outcome will be.

She was certain that Wu Tang would have to spend the New Year in the police station.

So what else does she have to worry about?

She's not Captain XX, so she can't be in charge of everything.

She's just here for a holiday during the Chinese New Year.

However, the tourism industry in Hainan Province is lackluster right now, there's really nothing to do, including the Tianya Haijiao (End of the Earth) that I visited with my parents the other day... It's easy to get scolded for saying there are problems with tourist attractions, so let's just say she didn't have the time or inclination.

This was the first time the family had spent the New Year away from home. It was exciting, but they also missed home a little.

On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, they returned to Shenyang with large and small bags.

Lin Ting is unaware that the story she thought was over will be filmed again in the future.

Badarkin naturally did not return to Shenyang with Lin Ting, but shortly after he returned to Shenzhen, Yang Meiyun subtly persuaded him to contact his cousin.

On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Badalkin's cousin took his elderly mother on a train to Shenyang.

The train swayed and rocked. Even though it was a sleeper ticket, a two-meter-tall man could only curl up in the sleeper berth, with a third of his body hanging in the air.

"My son, who exactly is it that wants to cure my illness?"

The mother nervously stroked the beaded string in her hand.

Her finger joints were abnormally swollen due to rheumatism, making it difficult for her to make normal movements of manipulating the prayer beads. She could only clumsily stroke the beads with both hands to find peace of mind.

"She is the sister of Badalkin's boss."

Monk sat crouched down, filling most of the bunk, and awkwardly bent over to avoid bumping his head.

After circling around for a while, the mother finally realized who this person was, and she was even more puzzled: "But why would she help us?"

Monk replied, "Badarkin said she wanted to hire me to drive for her."

The mother was puzzled, very puzzled.

Do we really need to find someone from Inner Mongolia to drive? And do we really need to arrange a hospital for an old woman like her?

The mother frowned and muttered under her breath, "Could it be a scam?"

Monk knew perfectly well: "If she's a fraud, I'll tear her apart."

Mother: "I'm just afraid you'll tear her up."

Was she worried about him?

She was worried about that poor swindler!

……

The sun set and rose again. Monk carried his mother out of the station and immediately saw the sign with his name written in Mongolian.

"Hello."

Monk strode up to the person holding the sign.

Zhang Liang spotted Monk at a glance and was certain that this was the person he was looking for.

It wasn't that he had seen Munch's photos, but rather that the man was simply too outstanding.

He stands out literally; he's a head taller than everyone around him, making him impossible to miss.

Zhang Liang looked up and extended his hand to him: "Hello, Monk, my name is Zhang Liang, I am Boss Lin's secretary. She has some personal matters to attend to today and cannot come to pick you up, so she asked me to come and welcome you."

There was a hint of wariness in Munch's eyes, but not much.

Someone like Zhang Liang can keep playing.

If he dares to have bad intentions, then don't blame him for being impolite.

The mother breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Zhang Liang, and said with a smile, "This child looks like an honest farm boy; he's reliable."

Zhang Liang couldn't understand her Mongolian, so he could only smile politely and drape a brand-new, thick military overcoat over her shoulders: "Please put this on, the snow has melted these past few days, and it's been terribly cold."

Zhang Liang arrived in the garment factory's van, with Monk crammed inside, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but think that this was no better than riding a horse.

However, he estimated that Mr. Lin would probably not agree.

As Zhang Liang drove, he said, "It's getting late. I'll take you to your accommodation first, and I'll come back to pick you up early tomorrow morning to go to the hospital."

"Okay, it's up to you."

Monk looked out the car window, as if trying to memorize every shop on the street.

Zhang Liang drove directly to the teachers' dormitory at the tutoring school.

In addition to the original courtyard, the four neighboring courtyards were also rented out.

After all, there are more teachers now, and one courtyard is not enough to accommodate them all. Because of the new teachers and their families, Lin Ting simply rented a few more rooms.

Renting a house doesn't cost much, but it can greatly improve teachers' happiness index.

Zhang Liang parked the car and greeted Wei Xuan, who had just returned from get out of class: "Teacher Wei."

Wei Xuan glanced at the giant beside him, exclaimed "Whoa!" and stepped forward: "Hey, buddy, new here?"

Zhang Liang explained on Mengke's behalf: "This is the boss's friend, who accompanied his mother to Shenyang for medical treatment."

Hearing him say that, Monk couldn't help but take another look at him.

Wei Xuan nodded and extended his hand to him: "Okay, let me know if you need anything, I live next door."

Monk shook hands with him, and before they could exchange a few pleasantries, Zhang Liang urged his mother to go inside and rest.

Coal briquettes, pots and pans were prepared long ago, the room was cleaned, there were brand new bedding, and even the kang (heated brick bed) was heated.

“Hey guys, I didn’t arrange a hotel for you. It’s inconvenient for you to stay in a hotel since you’re new here. The companies around here are all run by our company’s employees. Just let us know if you need anything. I’ve already spoken to them.”

Zhang Liang helped his elderly mother onto the kang (a heated brick bed), poured her hot water, and said to Mengke.

Monk looked around the house.

It's easy to tell if a room has been carefully decorated; this one is clearly one that has been meticulously tidied up.

This was much better than the guesthouse for him.

"Thank you."

Monk thanked Zhang Liang sincerely, then paused and asked, "That boss... what exactly does she want me to do?"

With such thorough arrangements, it couldn't possibly be that they were actually looking for a driver, could it?

Zhang Liang truthfully replied, "The boss is short of a driver."

Although the boss doesn't have a car, she insists that she needs a driver.

Zhang Liang didn't understand this matter, but he did as instructed.

Monk frowned. "Don't lie to me. What do you want me to do?"

Zhang Liang: "...?"

"So you really are a driver!"