Determined to find a job and start her own career, Cheng Su was instead confronted by such disgusting personnel matters. She felt depressed and nauseated, but then she thought about it—hadn’t she seen enough of such unspoken rules in her past life?
Forget it, it was that hotel’s loss not to have someone as talented as her!
Having come to terms with it, Cheng Su visited two more inns, both of which were hiring room service staff. She wasn’t interested, so after a day that yielded no results, she returned home feeling rather disgruntled.
Unable to find a job, Cheng Su felt gloomy. Facing her mother-in-law’s harassment, she had no mood to argue and went back to her room early.
Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, Cheng Su felt somewhat deflated, as her setbacks made her realize she wasn’t invincible.
Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she bolted upright in bed.
This was the 1980s, a time of economic reform and opening up, when everyone was getting into business to make a fortune. And there she was, still looking for a job. Why not seize this opportunity to "go into the sea" of business?
Indeed, although she was an unfortunate reborn person, she still had the halo of a protagonist: she had lived another life and knew the future trends of the era.
With such convenience and a head start, she was still thinking about working under others, subject to their whims? Was she foolish?
This was an era of struggle, an era of hard work. No matter what business one did, there was something to be gained, especially after the 1990s when the economy would skyrocket, and not to forget real estate...
Cheng Su’s memories spun rapidly, forming a blueprint of the future—a vision of prosperity that made her blood race with excitement.
If she could make her first bucket of gold, it could keep rolling onwards. Using her knowledge of the era’s progression, how could she not become wealthy?
With money, she wouldn’t have to think about small hotels; she could build star-rated ones, which would be far better than working in one, wouldn’t it?
The more Cheng Su thought, the more she felt confident in her course of action.
Building her own business to become rich and self-reliant was her foundation and capital as a woman.
Women could hold up half the sky. Times had changed. Going into business wouldn’t brand one a reprehensible capitalist, nor would it bring contempt; instead, poverty had always been a shackle throughout the ages.
But to enter business, capital was needed. Thinking of this, Cheng Su quickly got out of bed and rummaged through her personal savings in the cabinet.
Though a newlywed, she had not, regrettably, gained control of the finances. In the box, aside from around ten yuan, there was nothing else, and this was all her wealth.
"Truly poor," Cheng Su said with a bitter smile.
Her family wasn’t wealthy either. Her dowry had not included a single piece of gold jewelry, just a pair of Silver Bracelets, hence her mother-in-law’s dissatisfaction.
The abundance of a dowry was a woman’s pride; her poverty was the reason her mother-in-law wasn’t more pleased, or else she wouldn’t be accused of marrying into the family for an easy life.
Cheng Su pinched the few thin bills, closed the box with a sigh, and felt even more determined to strive for success. Otherwise, there was no hope for comfortable days, and as for relying on her husband? The thought had never even crossed her mind.
Whether you call her distrustful of Qi Taiguo or proud, Cheng Su, in her two lifetimes, had never thought to change her fate through a man.
A woman, no matter the time, must rely on herself, because if you lean on a mountain, the mountain may collapse; if you rely on a man, the man may just run away.
Thinking of Qi Taiguo, she glanced at the large bed. What had become of that man?