Chapter 1237: The Speed of Five Hundred Years [Passerby Perspective]

【Still Want to Sleep for Another Seven Hundred Years】, originally named Nian Xu, was already a low-key and steady rich second generation at a young age.

He didn't smoke, drink, or have a girlfriend or boyfriend, focusing on being a guardian of male virtue among rich second generations.

And in recent years, he hadn't had the energy to pay attention to this—anyone who couldn't sleep night after night, to the point of having a sallow complexion, a haggard body, and bloodshot eyes... then the only wish in life would become to have a good sleep.

And last year, that period was the best state he had been in for the past few years. Five Hundred Years didn't know the reason, but he knew that the probability of him falling asleep when Qiaoqiao was livestreaming would be much higher; once, he even slept for a full five hours!

Although it was only that once, it was enough to make him unforgettable.

Because of this, he went to Qiaoqiao's house to eat the pig slaughtering banquet, wrapped in thick winter clothes, which only made people feel he was slightly thin and haggard, without noticing any other differences.

Only he himself knew that when he wore less clothes in summer, he didn't even want to go out.

After all, his bone-thin appearance not only made him repeatedly checked for tickets when taking the high-speed rail, but also occasionally led to him being reported for drug use...

Life was becoming more and more powerless and increasingly irritable.

And in the past week, he had only slept for a total of 5 hours.

When he got up, the sky spun, and he could hear his heart beating overloaded just by lying there doing nothing. His eyes were so dry that it felt like his retinas could detach at any time, and he couldn't focus on any short videos, stories, or novels on his phone for more than 5 minutes.

Only by watching livestreams or videos with 【ASMR】 hypnotic tags could he take a short nap for a few minutes.

During the entire Chinese New Year, Qiaoqiao livestreamed very few times, and he had to go home to face relatives and friends, listening to their various folk remedies that sounded confident but were actually useless...

Irritability and anxiety were mixed together, so that now it was March, and even watching livestreams to sleep wasn't as efficient as before.

And just in time, Qiaoqiao released a recruitment notice today.

Honestly, whether the monthly wage was 1,200 or 12,000 made no difference to Nian Xu. His family mainly collected rent, and his father hadn't retired yet, having to carry a large bunch of keys every month, strolling from this residential area to that one...

In short, not short of money.

So after Qiaoqiao finished the livestream, Zhang Yanping screened the background messages one by one, and at the same time, immediately replied to the top fan who tipped every livestream—

【The wage here isn't high, so there are no special requirements, just be able to work and not be lazy.】

【But Five Hundred Years, do you really want to come? We provide a 4-person dormitory here, and the canteen also uses ordinary ingredients, not our own. Can you handle it?】

He still remembered that when this top fan came to attend the pig slaughtering banquet, although he looked very grounded, he actually traveled in business class or first class. Their 4-person dormitory might not really be suitable!

Nian Xu gave a bitter smile.

When at the end of his rope, let alone a 4-person room, he would even be willing to sleep in a garbage dump. Now he only hoped that the new rural scenery could let him sleep for two or three hours!

Or...

He still had a small expectation in his heart—

After lighting the moxa stick he won in the giveaway last year, he slept soundly for a whole night!

For Qiaoqiao's family, that moxa stick might indeed just be a small, non-mass-produced gift, but for him, it was as precious as life-saving.

He was going to Qiaoqiao's side now, firstly to try his luck with the scenery, and secondly...

He wanted to discuss with Doctor Xiao Guo and Song Tan in person if they could pick the spring mugwort first and make a moxa stick for him?

Whatever the price, just name it.

Otherwise, if he really waited until the summer mentioned by Guo Yi in WeChat, he was afraid he would go crazy.

At this moment, Nian Xu looked at Zhang Yanping's reply in the message box and asked one more question:

"Then does that count as my successful application?"

So persistent? Zhang Yanping thought for a moment, maybe it was indeed just as Lu Chuan said, rich people wanted to come and experience life.

He replied: "Yes, the application is successful. We can pick you up on a specific day, and you also need to provide a health certificate from a hospital."

Nian Xu looked at the flight: "Tomorrow."

Going to the airport now, the nearest flight was at 8:15 at night, arriving at Huacheng Airport next to Yuncheng in the early morning. He would get an emergency check-up report at a hospital near the airport, and after getting the report, take the high-speed rail to Yuncheng...

If things went smoothly, he should be able to arrive at Yunqiao Village by nine o'clock tomorrow morning.

He really didn't want to endure it for another moment.

Zhang Yanping didn't understand the efficiency of an insomniac who wasn't short of money. Seeing the other party say tomorrow, he thought it was departing tomorrow, so he replied unhurriedly:

"Okay, then I'll look at others."

He checked the background messages one by one. Among them were those like Five Hundred Years who asked about the situation in a few words, and those who seriously submitted resumes to the mailbox. He read every application carefully, and only then selected nine people besides Five Hundred Years.

Although he didn't know how many of these people would stay in the end, even if there were only five, it would be enough to ease the tension at night.

And the next morning, when he finished eating and was strolling around, staring blankly at the flowers and plants with tender leaves in the flower bed, another taxi stopped at the door.

Zhang Yanping was bewildered for a moment—who is this so early in the morning?

Turning around, he saw a familiar person get out of the car, take his suitcase out of the trunk, look slightly nervous when seeing him, but finally smiled:

"Manager Zhang, I'm here for work."

Zhang Yanping's usually flexible brain froze for a moment—I've become a manager?

What work are you here for? Didn't you just get hired yesterday? How can someone be so active at work?

And Song Tan also walked out when she heard the taxi, and seeing Five Hundred Years, she couldn't help but look at the time again—

9:08 AM.

"You..." she hesitated: "Are you very close?"

"No," Five Hundred Years looked haggard, his lips pale, but his smile was still gentle: "Came from Licheng at night."

Licheng! It takes several hours by plane!

Zhang Yanping gasped!

With this kind of enthusiasm, who would know that he was here to work for a monthly wage of 1,200? This was clearly a golden rice bowl with a monthly wage of 120,000! The kind that would be snatched by others if one step late!

Thinking about it, he had to greet Qiaoqiao: "Come, take our new employee, your number one little fan monitor, to settle down in the dormitory."

Qiaoqiao was instantly excited: "Ah! My monitor!"

"Yes," Zhang Yanping pointed to the car: "He must not have rested well after tossing and turning all night. I'll type up a contract at home, you take him to the dormitory to settle down first, and have a good sleep."

Looking at the bloodshot veins in his eyes and his haggard complexion, he looked like he had stayed up for three nights!

If it weren't for the health certificate, Zhang Yanping really wouldn't have dared to accept him. ===== CHAPTER 1238 =====