The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 658 - 662 Great Kind Person (3)

Chapter 658: Chapter 662 Great Kind Person (3)

Ru Hua and Cong Shan moved out of the room they had originally rented and settled into an even smaller single room.

The money left by the original owner wasn’t much. If they had used it all to pay the rent, they would really be left eating only cold water to fill their stomachs.

The new place was much worse compared to the previous one.

A house of over a hundred square meters was divided into many small rooms to rent out.

One bathroom was shared by more than ten people.

If you sneezed in your room, the walls on both sides would immediately be knocked on.

Not to mention, those with less morality might want to do unspeakable things with their girlfriends at night—which was simply...

Despite this, living in a place where no one could be completely satisfied didn’t anger the original owner and Cong Shan for too long.

After a few days, the two reconciled.

The original owner was no longer angry, and Cong Shan promised to seriously look for a job and to stop meddling in things that didn’t concern him.

The original owner worked overtime desperately.

Eating the least amount of food, doing the most work.

Luckily, her family didn’t know about her circumstances outside; otherwise, they wouldn’t know how much to pity her.

Gradually, in the company, the original owner garnered the nickname ’Desperate Dame’ due to her diligent efforts, quickly catching her boss’s eye.

And Cong Shan, for the first few days, was truly trying to find a job and didn’t cause any other trouble.

But if things really went as the original owner hoped, he might not live up to the foresighted name his parents gave him.

Due to a lack of remarkable abilities and carelessness in his work,

He had no strength other than a precious good heart. He didn’t even have any long-term internship experience.

Companies wouldn’t just hire a well-hearted mascot to sit around and look pretty, so he found himself unable to secure a job.

For an entire month, they subsisted on the little money his girlfriend had, struggling through each day.

Luckily, just as they reached rock bottom, on the last day of the month, he got a job in sales.

The base salary was one thousand two hundred, with a five percent commission—the more sales, the higher his earnings.

It was a classic case of higher performance resulting in higher rewards.

The job primarily targeted middle-aged and elderly people, introducing them to the company’s excellent health products.

You might guess what kind of job it was right away.

Yes, it was selling health supplements.

The original owner found it unreliable, but Cong Shan was genuinely happy.

He even blissfully outlined their future wonderful life with the original owner.

Because he believed this job was practically tailor-made for him.

Since he was young, he had always been particularly well-liked by elders. Selling products to them would take mere minutes, he thought.

But he forgot that these elders liked him before because he had been just a free laborer.

A free, complaint-free nanny at their beck and call—who wouldn’t appreciate that?

Giving a smile in exchange for help without bothering them at all.

Of course, it’s not that there are no grateful people, but after one or two, many helps, that little bit of thanks too becomes a given.

Just like, if you threw ten dollars to a beggar numerous times, when you stop throwing it, he thinks you’re bad... never considering that he survived on the money you gave him before.

Indeed, reality harshly slapped Cong Shan across the face.

His sales did not go smoothly.

Being not eloquent by nature, although the elderly had money, they were not foolish enough to just hand over their cash just because he had a smiling face.

Moreover, in sales, everyone’s face is full of big smiles, and everyone exudes enthusiasm.

After working more than a month, Cong Shan not only didn’t earn any money but had to keep putting his own money into it.

No matter how much they economized, daily transportation and phone bills were unavoidable.

Where did this money come from? Well, his girlfriend gave it...

Seeing their lives getting harder by the day, the entire burden of their livelihood fell on the shoulders of this young girl, exhausting her.

Once again, after suffering a stomach ache deep at night from eating cold soaked bread, the original owner desperately pleaded with her boyfriend.

They could temporarily borrow that sum of money.

Yes, Cong Shan’s bank account wasn’t completely empty.

The original owner had only recently found out that Cong Shan had once helped an elderly person who then gave him some money and left, and Cong Shan couldn’t find the person again.

That money had just been sitting untouched in his bank account.

Because Cong Shan felt that using this money would contaminate his originally pure heart.

He helped people, not for money or anything else.

He must find that elderly person in the future and return the money to them.

The original owner really couldn’t understand her boyfriend’s way of thinking and wanted to get angry but didn’t even have the energy to stay mad.

Facing a laughing, optimistic, and naive face, she truly felt absolute despair from the bottom of her heart.

"Don’t worry, things will get better."

"Rest assured, I’ll definitely make our life better."

Those were just... the same old comforting clichés as before.

But this time, the original owner only felt annoyance, without a trace of being moved.

The original owner began to question the correctness of entrusting her life to such a man.

A few days later, Cong Shan’s work finally made some progress.

He finally managed to sell one of the company’s products, which seemed decent.

The original owner secretly pressed her doubts to the deepest part of her heart again—if Cong Shan could slowly grow, they might still have a chance.

After all, they had been together for many years with fairly good affection, and considering she had invested a lot in him, she was still willing to give her boyfriend another chance.

Cong Shan was completely unaware of the changes in his girlfriend, still gleefully, foolishly happy every day.

However, this good scenario seemed to be as elusive as the moon reflected in the water, a flower in the mirror.

Before he could grasp it, it disappeared.

His company’s boss ran away with the money, and at that moment, he realized the products he was selling did not possess the effects claimed.

Many purchasers rushed to the company’s location demanding back their conned money.

The only elderly man who had bought from Cong Shan was among them.

Watching those elders, each crying desperately and exhaustingly, Cong Shan’s heart was filled with immense guilt and self-reproach.

He was miserable—those sums could have been these elderly people’s savings for their entire lives or even half of their savings...

But it ended up going to waste.

He wanted to help, but his pockets were empty.

Having hustled for more than a month in vain, not only had he lost the commission, but he also couldn’t even claim the promised base salary.

Despite this, he made an important decision.

He decided to personally return the money to the old man who had once trusted him.