Great, it's a scalper, we're saved!

As if she had already imagined that terrifying scene, Jiang Sishan screamed for more than ten seconds before stopping.

Upon seeing Zheng Fan's sly grin, Jiang Sishan uttered a few words through her nose.

"No! It's not fun!"

As she spoke, her delicate pink hand reached out and pinched Zheng Fan's thigh hard.

"I'm driving!"

Zheng Fan gasped in pain as his thigh throbbed.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Sishan immediately withdrew her hand in a panic, and then subconsciously rubbed Zheng Fan's inner thigh.

Did I use too much force? Rubbing it might help...

However, after only a few rubs, Jiang Sishan quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

Her fair face flushed instantly, and her neck turned red.

"Why did you stop rubbing?"

"You're driving!"

"Then I'll pull over to the side of the road."

"Keep driving! Aaaaah!"

For a moment, the car fell silent, with only the roar of the engine and the sound of the torrential rain outside the window.

Jiang Sishan suddenly realized that although Zheng Fan's little car was very noisy, it was still quite useful now.

At the very least, it can cover up the sound of my rapid breathing.

It took more than ten minutes for Jiang Sishan to calm down. She then took a deep breath and looked at Zheng Fan beside her.

"Did someone really die in that house?"

"yes."

Zheng Fan stared intently at the road and answered without turning his head.

It wouldn't be appropriate to ask Jiang Sishan to move to a place near me, whether by giving her money or letting her live there for free. This little thing is proud and arrogant; she's willing to work two jobs to earn money and would never accept charity.

Therefore, Zheng Fan knew very well that he could only come up with a reasonably plausible reason.

Anyway, all the houses in that building belong to me. As the landlord, it's not malicious slander to say that someone died in the house, is it?

"Is it right across from your door?"

"Not exactly across the hall, more like diagonally across."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Fan caught a glimpse of Jiang Sishan out of the corner of his eye, her hands reaching behind her neck as if fiddling with something.

Before I could even turn my head, the next second, I felt a warm sensation on my right wrist.

Zheng Fan looked down and saw a red rope tied around his wrist.

This was clearly a necklace, which had just been taken off her neck. The rope was very long, and Jiang Sishan carefully adjusted the knots to make the rope the right length.

Zheng Fan then noticed that a white object was tied to the bottom of the red rope. After a brief examination, he realized it was a milky-white dog tooth.

"Xiao Fu's?"

Zheng Fan asked.

"Oh, you still remember Xiao Fu?"

"Definitely."

"My dad says dog teeth can ward off evil spirits..."

Jiang Sishan spoke calmly, but her voice gradually weakened.

For a moment, the car fell silent again. Jiang Sishan turned to look out the window, a knot in her heart.

For a long time, she was always conflicted about this.

Little Fu couldn't even protect its own life, but after it died, its teeth could be used to bless others.

And the father who often punched and kicked him.

Despite not caring about herself at all, she stubbornly insisted on wearing dog teeth to ward off evil spirits.

So, does Dad love me?

She couldn't tell the difference, nor could she figure out the answer.

All she knew was that the pain was real, and that she was to be married off like a commodity to be exchanged for a dowry was also real.

She had no choice but to escape and never wanted to go back.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I cannot rent that house."

After a long while, Jiang Sishan turned her head, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

Pointing to the dog tooth on Zheng Fan's wrist, Jiang Sishan added, "I don't know if it counts as superstition, but it should be quite effective. You live diagonally across the hall, so be careful."

"Is 900 yuan still expensive? It's even cheaper than the price of your shared apartment, isn't it?"

Zheng Fan asked.

"Yes, but..."

Jiang Sishan looked somewhat helpless.

It's great to be able to rent the whole place, and the price of 900 yuan is very reasonable. As for things like someone having died there, she doesn't care. If there really is something in the world that can harm her, Jiang Sishan believes it must come from reality.

However, if I live in the main urban area, it's too far from the pet hospital where I work.

Are you worried about your job?

Zheng Fan asked softly, already having a premonition in his mind.

"Yeah. After all, we still have to go to work every day. As for taking photos, that's just a part-time job, not something we can do long-term."

Jiang Sishan nodded and replied.

Although the income from photography seemed to far exceed her internship salary, Jiang Sishan was still very clear about the difference. Photography was destined to be only a temporary thing, and if she wanted to achieve long-term development, she had to devote herself to a proper profession.

Have you ever considered changing jobs?

Zheng Fan asked in a calm voice.

"You make it sound so easy. Jobs aren't that easy to find these days."

Jiang Sishan shook her head and said, "Besides, I studied veterinary medicine. I don't know how to do anything else."

We had already entered the city, and the desolation outside the window disappeared, replaced by towering skyscrapers.

Although it was raining and there were few people on the street, the bustling atmosphere was palpable amidst the flashing neon signs.

"Do you want to be the factory manager?"

Zheng Fan suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Huh? The factory manager?"

"Yeah, it's a small electronics factory, or rather, a small workshop."

"How would I know how to do that!"

Jiang Sishan, somewhat amused and exasperated, asked, "Did someone ask you to help with recruitment?"

She remembered that Zheng Fan's homepage had a bunch of job listings, and there might be a job posting option among them.

"no."

Zheng Fan shook his head and said, "My factory."

"You actually own a factory?!"

"Doesn't it look like it?"

"No...no wonder, I don't want to go to work every day, and I'm taking on part-time orders all the time."

"Don't get carried away. Would you like to be a factory manager? No, a deputy factory manager."

"I don't understand anything."

"You don't need to know anything."

Zheng Fan spoke with certainty, then turned to look at Jiang Sishan beside him.

If it's a profession with high professional requirements, then there are indeed high professional barriers.

However, the position of factory manager has deviated from the technical level and become purely a management job, with no entry requirements whatsoever.

"Let's forget about it."

Feeling a little embarrassed by Zheng Fan's sudden gaze, Jiang Sishan paused and whispered this.

"I know you want to help me, but if it were any other job, I might be able to give it a try. But this is your factory, and I'd feel really guilty if I didn't do a good job."

Jiang Sishan lowered her head, revealing her true feelings, and unconsciously fiddled with the hem of her clothes.

"What are you thinking? I'm just asking you to help me with the operations. What other major decisions do you want to make?"

"ah?……"

"I decide what products the factory should produce and how to price them. I don't have time to manage the factory; you just need to manage the workers and be responsible for the factory's daily operations."

Zheng Fan spoke calmly.

That's absolutely true. If Zheng Fan were to take over that electronics factory, he wouldn't have much energy left to dedicate to managing it.

He only makes decisions on major issues. As for the trivial matters of daily life, they take up too much time and energy.

For example, if he were to take over the factory, Zheng Fan would be too lazy to deal with the tedious things like changing business registration information and negotiating with long-time employees.

This kind of work is no problem at all, and teaching it to Jiang Sishan is absolutely no problem.

Moreover, Zheng Fan wasn't someone who was blinded by greed.

Having spent time with Jiang Sishan, he had a clear understanding of her. This little one was very strong-willed yet gentle, and definitely a good person to handle the daily work in the factory.

"I……"

"You just said it yourself, all I want to do is stay home and take orders. I'm really lazy, I really can't be bothered with all this stuff. Can you help me out with this?"

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the entrance of Wangjiang Pavilion. Zheng Fan drove into the underground parking lot and, while looking for a parking space, spoke with a sincere tone.

"But……"

"If you're not willing, then I'll have to find someone else, but that's not something you can find in a day or two. I'll just have to keep bearing the losses caused by the factory shutting down."

"but……"

"Tell me, shouldn't the losses caused by not being able to find him be attributed to you? Don't you feel guilty?"

"what……"

"Will it work?"

After parking the car in the parking space, Zheng Fan turned off the engine and turned to look at Jiang Sishan who was standing next to him.

The air fell silent for a moment, and the two pairs of eyes met.

Jiang Sishan's lips parted slightly, and after a moment of preparation, she tentatively spoke.

"Shall I give it a try?"

"Come on! I'll take you to see the haunted house!"

"Wait a minute, since you already have a factory, that house... it wouldn't be yours too, would it!?"

"One month's rent as deposit and one month's rent in advance is fine. It's okay if you pay the rent a little later."

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying?"

"Let me tell you, the decorating style will absolutely satisfy you. I personally oversaw the entire process."

"Who taught you to reply to read messages randomly?!"

boom--

Zheng Fan slammed the car door shut and headed towards the elevator. Jiang Sishan hurriedly followed him out of the car, her eyebrows furrowed and her expression frantic.

However, upon seeing Zheng Fan's back, for some reason, Jiang Sishan's expression suddenly froze, and after a moment, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

……

After three consecutive days of heavy rain, Penang finally saw sunny skies.

Zheng Fan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out. The air seemed to have been cleansed, making him feel refreshed.

"Looks like I accidentally overdid it during my rest?"

"I remember the show's rules stated that if a contestant didn't air for three consecutive days in a week, they would be automatically eliminated from the competition."

Zheng Fan yawned and muttered to himself.

He had just finished washing up when he suddenly realized this.

As the title suggests, "Ordinary Professions" features ordinary professions.

Therefore, the production team also has some requirements for the contestants, one of which is that they cannot be off-air for more than three days a week.

After all, a normal job at most only gets two days off a week, and jobs that get more than three days off are simply not considered ordinary jobs.

As for myself, I'm already on the verge of withdrawing from the competition.

"But I don't have much time to take orders."

Zheng Fan muttered to himself, a little helpless.

He has been extremely busy these past few days.

After picking Jiang Sishan up that day, he contacted a moving company that afternoon and settled her in the apartment across the hall.

Then, he immediately began to deal with the affairs of Jianjun Electronics Factory.

The factory was eventually sold for 690 million. The negotiation was not difficult, since the factory manager, Liu Jianjun, had originally planned to sell at a low price. After learning that it was Liu Jianjun who wanted to buy it, he was even more willing to sell it at cost price.

However, the subsequent handling of business registration information, production line adjustments, employee contact, and a whole host of other issues left me utterly overwhelmed.

Even with Jiang Sishan's constant help, it still took three whole days.

Today, the factory is completely ready.

The problem is, production is still suspended! After dealing with that batch of car models, the factory hasn't started operating, and every day that's shut down is equivalent to losing money.

Many factories are willing to accept orders that aren't profitable, as long as payment is quick. This is all to keep the factory running.

Therefore, I must determine the factory's future development direction today, and it would be best to start production today.

How can we possibly have time to broadcast?

"But giving up a prize of 100 million yuan like this is really a huge loss!"

Zheng Fan knew very well that, no matter what, he would still have to get the prize money from the show at the end.

Throwing away 100 million yuan like that is just plain stupid.

"Just broadcasting your daily life when you start streaming?"

"That definitely won't work; someone will definitely report us."

Zheng Fan shook his head, dismissing the idea.

Since realizing his popularity, Zheng Fan has also observed some negative public opinion surrounding him.

Putting everything else aside, that "Crazy Ghost Bro" alone was kicked out for violating the show's rules.

If I start streaming but don't work, I'll definitely be reported by someone with malicious intent.

"Work at the broadcast processing plant?"

"That doesn't fit the identity of a scalper, and someone will still report you."

Zheng Fan stroked his chin, frowned, and pondered deeply.

We must find a reasonable way to handle things at the factory by broadcasting live.

"wrong."

"I own a factory now."

"It seems... we can exploit the bug now?"

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into Zheng Fan's mind.

Ordering for yourself... seems like it's possible, right?

The order details the process of finding the factory's next production direction.

Anyway, I really wanted to do this, it wasn't malicious bug-fixing, and the production team didn't prohibit this kind of behavior.

"But you can only play once."

After the initial excitement subsided, Zheng Fan nodded thoughtfully.

Doing this myself will definitely attract a lot of criticism from those who don't like it. The production team will probably fix this bug of me ordering for myself later.

"It doesn't matter. Once the factory is back on track, I'll start taking orders as usual."

Zheng Fan was quite certain that Jiang Sishan was responsible for handling the factory's daily operations; he had no interest in monitoring production progress every day.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fan did not hesitate and immediately took out his phone to apply to start a live broadcast.

As soon as Zheng Fan started his live stream, many viewers who received the notification immediately flooded into the live stream room.