Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 335: Eighteen Bends on the Mountain Road (40)

After hesitating for a moment, He Shanshan took out three hundred yuan from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Qiuchen.

Facing the other party's puzzled look, he explained embarrassedly.

"I lied at first. I found more than a thousand yuan in Xing Qingbo's pocket."

"It's just that at that time, I reported less to you in order to leave more for myself."

"But if it weren't for your help along the way, I would definitely not be able to leave. Please accept this money as a token of my appreciation."

As if afraid of being rejected, He Shanshan did not give Jiang Qiuchen a chance to answer and directly stuffed the money into her hands.

Jiang Qiuchen was neither shy nor angry and accepted it generously.

"I understand. You don't have to feel that it's a big deal. People always have to think about themselves first."

"Since you are willing to support me more now, I will take the money."

"It's getting late now. We need to find a place to rest. Let's say goodbye now."

"If we meet again in the future, I will definitely sit down and have a good chat."

The two waved goodbye in front of the busy station. Jiang Qiuchen stood there until He Shanshan's back completely disappeared around the corner, then he turned and left.

She had spent some money on her disguise, and with the three hundred yuan He Shanshan had just given her, she now had more than six hundred yuan on her.

She had to reserve a train ticket to City A, which she had just checked and it cost about two hundred yuan, which meant that she only had more than four hundred yuan at her disposal.

These four hundred plus dollars are needed to support her food, clothing, housing and transportation during this period. It seems tight no matter how you look at it. Jiang Qiuchen wondered if she should find a job first and save more?
Forget it, let’s find a place to rest for a night before thinking about it. Jiang Qiuchen strolled around while keeping an eye on the shops along the street.

The bustling streets stretch into the distance, with shops lining both sides. The dim street lights dye the busy scene with a hazy golden color, and neon lights flicker in the night.

Jiang Qiuchen asked several hotels in succession, but the prices were not cheap. She pinched the few banknotes in her pocket and gave up reluctantly.

Since I have no money, I can only lower my requirements and find a small hotel with a worse environment and make do with it for one night.

After hesitating for a moment, she walked into a hotel. As soon as she entered the room, an old and damp smell hit her in the face.

The lobby was small and dim, with only a few worn sofas scattered around, covered with faded fabrics that seemed to hide the signs of age.

There were a few faded travel posters hanging on the wall, with curled corners that looked like they were about to fall off.

There was an auntie at the front desk, curled up in her recliner, watching the melodramatic family ethics drama on TV on time.

Jiang Qiuchen originally wanted to leave, but when he saw the price tag saying fifty yuan a night, he compromised and went forward.

"Sister, please give me a standard room."

When she heard someone talking, my aunt did not get up immediately, but insisted on reading the protagonist's dialogue before she reluctantly got up.

"One person? Bring your ID card. You need to register."

When she heard the word ID card, Jiang Qiuchen's heart skipped a beat. She actually forgot such an important thing. Where did she have the ID card?

However, this kind of small hotel should not be so strictly checked, and now is not the era of universal informatization. "Oh, sister, look at my memory. I was in a hurry to leave home and even forgot my ID card."

"Please be flexible. I'll only stay one night and leave tomorrow morning."

"I came to the city to work. I have already contacted a job place. It provides food and accommodation, but the place will not be available until tomorrow."

The aunt in charge of registration glanced at Jiang Qiuchen and found that she was a young girl, but she was dressed a little flashy and didn't look very well behaved, so she hesitated.

Jiang Qiuchen followed the other person's gaze and looked at himself, closed his eyes in annoyance, and forgot about all this.

Perhaps because she didn’t want to cause trouble for herself, the aunt waved her hand impatiently.

"You can't stay here without an ID card. Your hair is colorful, who knows if it's good or bad? Go away. You can't stay here."

Jiang Qiuchen was sent away with just a few words. After leaving the store, Jiang Qiuchen looked up at the sky in silence.

She thought everything would be fine once she got out, but she forgot that without any foundation or support, every step she took in this world was difficult.

Jiang Qiuchen scratched his hair irritably, and suddenly thought of a place he could go.

Didn’t the owner of the barber shop think that her hair dyeing skills were good and wanted to keep her working there?
Although she has left the small county and moved to the city, the barbershops here should be similar.

Anyway, she has nowhere to go now, so she might as well just put up with this and find a job in a barber shop.

You can ask for less salary and try to find a place with food and accommodation provided.

Then she would find time to ask someone for help to make a fake ID card. At this time, the inspection was not strict, and she needed an ID card to buy a ticket to City A.

With a plan in mind, Jiang Qiuchen decided not to waste any more time there.

The ones who know how to appreciate her current hairstyle must be the more fashionable barber shops whose target audience is young people. You can no longer go to the alleys to look for shops run by old men and women.

Jiang Qiuchen wandered around the busy street for a long time, and finally saw a job notice posted on the door of a barber shop, so he pushed the door open excitedly and walked in.

The walls use a light beige base color, decorated with black lines or borders, which is simple yet stylish.

Several classic black-and-white photographs are hung in an orderly manner, capturing fashion moments from different eras.

Next to the cash register is a retro-style gramophone, playing popular electronic music, adding a sense of retro and modern collision to the store.

Jiang Qiuchen looked at him secretly and sighed in his heart.

Isn't this a little too fashionable? It seems that there is no obvious difference from the barber shops in ten years' time.
Jiang Qiuchen suddenly became a little hesitant. Would people here really accept her current hairstyle?
However, this doubt disappeared completely when I saw the owner of the barber shop.

Jiang Qiuchen stared at the other person's blue hair and knew that he had come to the right place.

The shop is not busy now, and the barbers are gathered in the lounge at the back. When they see someone coming into the shop, the boss will be the first to come out to greet them.

"Beauty, do you want a haircut or a hairstyle?"

Jiang Qiuchen waved his hands, indicating that he was neither.

"No, no, no, I'm not here to spend money. I saw the job posting outside that said you were hiring, so I came in to try it out."