Chapter 2: Hello, food delivery!

One look, another look, and another look!

Brushing through short videos is really so happy!

So it turns out her original life was so interesting!

Song Tan wants to play too!

This world is so interesting. If she could always be this happy, not cultivating... no, it's fine to cultivate a bit later.

Anyway, there is no spiritual energy around now, so cultivating would be half the effort for twice the result; it's not worth it.

The cultivator Song Tan savored her decision in her heart, feeling that this wasn't the "procrastination" she often heard about in her memories, but a mysterious sixth sense of cultivation.

In short, she did a quick calculation, and now is the auspicious day to play with her phone!

It's just that this screen is shattered a bit too severely...

The next moment, a call suddenly popped up on the phone—

"Song Tan! Where is the PPT I asked you to do last night! Why haven't you sent it to me all morning?!"

Song Tan:...

What is a PPT?

She reviewed the memories in her mind and found that her past self was rushing to take a taxi to the company because her boss suddenly wanted a PPT.

Who knew that as soon as the car got on the Ninghai Bridge, it encountered a multi-vehicle pileup.

"Also, why didn't you come to work this morning! Absenteeism for one day will be deducted 500! If you don't come over before 2 PM, it will be double! If there's a next time, you're fired!"

How much money is her monthly salary anyway?!

Song Tan recalled the endless overtime tasks at the company in the past, and the wish surging deep in her heart became increasingly restless—

【I want to go back to my hometown】

【I want to stay by my parents' and brother's side】

【I don't want to go to work】

This thought was so strong that Song Tan made a decision instantly.

"Sorry, boss, I was in a car accident this morning. I'm in the hospital now, I'll—I'll be there in a while."

Ning City is just an ordinary provincial capital, always on the road to infrastructure construction, dusty and dirty.

And the Ninghai Bridge is a newly built elevated bridge that connects the north and south, saving on road tolls. Taking a taxi from where Song Tan rented to get there costs 55 yuan.

Generally, she doesn't take taxis, but the boss said the PPT was urgent early in the morning, and she thought she had other work in hand, so she luxuriously took a taxi.

Who knew she would encounter a car accident...

Going out this time, the dilapidated phone was clearly still usable. Song Tan tried scanning the code somewhat unskillfully, so without a second word, she took a taxi and got on the Ninghai Bridge again.

After more than half an hour, she arrived downstairs at the company—don't overthink it, it's not a big enterprise. Song Tan is just an ordinary graduate from a second-tier university, and she came from the countryside, so she couldn't get into a big enterprise at all.

This company is currently rented on the third floor of this building, doing all kinds of outsourcing work.

She studied the jack-of-all-trades finance major, and at the time, she had no choice; whichever school she could get into, she would just go.

After graduating, she listened to the HR (later she found out it was just an ordinary employee) paint a big picture during the school recruitment, and then she was recruited by this company.

Now, after being beaten by society, she is an all-around 007 player who combines planning, operations, post-production, editing, promotion, and a universal fixer.

Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, as long as there is a task, even if she's on her period and has taken medicine, she has to crawl here.

The internship period is 5000, and the monthly salary after becoming a regular employee is 7500. Sounds pretty good, right?

But the provincial capital hasn't seen much development, yet housing prices have developed, with an average price of 15,000. The house Song Tan rented, even if it was a 20-square-meter micro-apartment partitioned in an old residential area and walking on the edge of the law, cost nearly 1000 yuan a month.

Transportation, food, daily necessities... everything else was saved up.

After paying, Song Tan was still sighing: "There's still over 60,000 in savings, so much." She couldn't have imagined that her past self was such a diligent and thrifty girl!

At noon, the office area of the small company was filled with a mixed smell of food. A young girl among her colleagues reached out to greet her:

"Tan Tan, why didn't you come this morning? Have you eaten?"

The other party seems to be called... Huo Xueying?

Song Tan walked over slowly, looking at the claypot rice in the tin foil box in front of the other party. The aroma of food mixed with turbid air made her feel indescribably uncomfortable.

"I was in a car accident this morning and just got discharged."

Huo Xueying dug out a fried egg from the box:

"Ah—open your mouth, treat yourself!"

"The hospital must have discharged you because you're in good condition. Tell me more later—first tell me, is Wang the Skinflint calling you back to work overtime again? Ptooey! This bastard, hurry up and eat the egg to make up for it!"

Song Tan's stomach also cooperated extremely well with a growl.

Although this action was a bit too intimate, Huo Xueying seemed to be her good friend. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and took a light bite.

As her teeth closed lightly, in an instant, a strange taste rolled around in her mouth—the burnt aroma of the egg, the impurities in the food, the richness of the oil, but mixed with an indescribable nausea, instantly causing her abdomen to cramp and her stomach to start churning.

Just this food? Not to mention improving her cultivation, if she eats this for a long time, her body will be filled with impurities. In this life, not to mention a Golden Core, whether she can even reach Foundation Establishment is another matter!

Song Tan endured and endured, only then swallowing that small bite of egg.

Huo Xueying was still waiting to feed her the second bite. The little girl was thrifty every day, obedient and pitiful, and she, as a friend, felt sorry for her.

However, Song Tan shook her head: "I won't eat it, it tastes weird." It tastes weirdly bad.

Huo Xueying took the egg back without hesitation and took a big bite: "What's weird about it! It's 25 yuan a portion!"

"But indeed, it's not as delicious as the food at home. According to my mom, takeout doesn't have the taste of vegetables; it's all heavy oil, sauce, and vinegar."

Song Tan touched her stomach; she was actually hungry too.

From last night to this morning, she hadn't eaten anything. Only now did she realize that she was an ordinary person of flesh and blood who needed to eat.

She hesitated for an instant: "Is it because of the ingredients? Then I... I'll order something better." Spiritual energy is scarce, and the ingredients have too many impurities.

Thinking of the weird taste of the food just now, this time, she set her sights on more expensive dishes.

These generally have more guaranteed ingredient sources, right?

While waiting for the takeout, Song Tan asked: "The boss said he wanted a PPT... that is..."

Too much time had passed; she really didn't know how to do this thing.

Huo Xueying didn't care and said casually: "Which PPT? It seems like I heard you say you did half of it yesterday. Why don't you look at the computer again?"

Song Tan walked to her narrow cubicle, opened the computer slowly, and opened the semi-finished product on the desktop—pictures, text, format—

She looked at it carefully and earnestly.

But... what about the rest? How should she do the rest?

She opened other folders again—sure enough, she didn't know how to do a, single, one!

Song "Cultivator" Tan remained calm, as steady as a mountain.

If she doesn't know, she doesn't know. Anyway, she has suffered enough in two lifetimes. This time, she won't be a wage slave.

And just at this moment, there was a loud shout at the company door: "Hello, food delivery!" ===== CHAPTER 3 =====