The nature of this job is similar to that of a flight attendant, but it’s much more relaxing than being one.
Ha ha, what goes around comes around. When luck hits rock bottom, it really can turn around.
Mo Ran walked happily along the road, and from inside the black sedan behind him, Gu Yixuan’s lips also revealed a hint of a smile.
Although he didn’t have to report on his first day of work, to show his professionalism, Mo Ran still made an early phone call to the company to inquire.
After confirming that he didn’t have to work today or tomorrow, he stayed home with peace of mind.
Next month, they will start demolishing the housing complex, and many people are preparing to move recently. Passing by downstairs, Mo Ran could see many vehicles loaded with furniture.
He felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, as he too would soon leave this place.
The landlord called to say that he would move out in the last two days, so Mo Ran could rest assured and stay until construction began next month.
Before that, he would receive a month’s salary, which he would use to rent a new apartment.
"Old Li, aren’t you moving out?"
"I won’t! I’d rather die here!"
"Many people have moved out. I think you should move too. Whether you want to or not, you’ll be forced to leave when the time comes."
Old Man Li shook his head, his voice low, "I’m not leaving anyway. Let’s see what they can do to me! My son went to get a lawyer; we’re going to sue them. Even if I have to sell everything I own, I won’t move."
Helpless, the person talking to him shook his head. Old Man Li was indeed notoriously stubborn.
Mo Ran, overhearing this conversation, didn’t pay much attention. In the afternoon, when he went out to the supermarket, he saw a black Mercedes parked in the complex.
He was very familiar with that car, even the license plate number was familiar to him.
Suddenly, he froze, standing there motionless, stunned.
A man walked out from another building; upon seeing him, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Hearing the familiar voice, Mo Ran turned his head and saw, as expected, it was Tang Song.
This was Tang Song’s first visit to Mo Ran’s home, a small and cramped two-bedroom flat that still looked cozy.
"Take a seat, I’ll pour you a cup of tea," Mo Ran gestured to the sofa, then took out a glass cup and brewed him a cup of green tea.
The man accepted the cup and, glancing at her, smiled and said, "I didn’t expect to see you again."