pjbooks Chapter 159 Where is the person I asked for? Where is the person!
Chapter 159 Where is the person I asked for? Where is the person!
Chapter 159 Where is the person I asked for? Where is the person!
"I don't know." Faced with this question, Valentina shook her head: "I'm only responsible for receiving guests, and I never pry into the personal privacy of visitors. However, when I went to the toilet yesterday, I overheard her making a phone call in a stall. She seemed to be talking about divorce and financial fraud. Anyway, I didn't quite understand what she said. It was probably similar to the homeless people with high educations I've met before, all because of credit defaults."
Hiss... Ma Jie gasped. If that's the case, when else would you buy at the bottom?
This person's situation is no different from Sawa's; their personal file has long been messed up, and the probability of them finding a job in a legitimate company is almost zero.
There are some small tax preparation workshops that hire accountants like this, but even such jobs are still hard to find, given the current economic climate.
Do you have this woman's phone number?
"Yes, there really is," Valentina explained. "Because I often ask her for help with my studies, and she's always happy to help a poor college student like me."
"Quick, call her. I want to talk to her in person."
Half a minute later, Valentina, holding the unanswered phone, said, "No one's answering. How about I go with you to the shelter? It would be best if she's in her room. If not, I can ask my colleague to give her your number. What do you think of my idea?"
"It's absolutely perfect."
We sped along until we arrived at 545 Sixth Street, the largest shelter in Poor Street.
There were many homeless people queuing up for beds outside the door. These people looked much better than those tent dwellers who preferred to sleep on the streets.
After all, those who apply to stay in shelters are usually newbies who have just joined the server, lack street survival experience, and dare not survive alone on the streets.
However, the shelters are not paradise. In addition to many restrictions, the people living there are also arranged by medical staff to participate in drug trials free of charge.
In reality, homeless people with connections can earn thousands of dollars a month just by selling their blood and acting as guinea pigs.
Of course, this is on the premise that your blood can pass the blood bank's test and your body can withstand the side effects of the new drug. Basically, it's like trading your life for money.
With Valentina's help, Majesty successfully entered through the side door, the so-called internal staff entrance, which requires a pass to open.
As soon as she entered, a white woman at the front desk, who looked to be at least 50 years old, greeted her: "Hi, Nana, it's so nice to see you. I heard you were bullied today, and your boyfriend taught the other person a lesson. Is that true?"
"What boyfriend? Don't listen to their nonsense!" Upon hearing such rumors, Valentina quickly defended herself, "Jack and I are just ordinary friends, the kind of very good friends."
"Hey Jack." Upon seeing Jack Ma following in from behind, the woman said without any formality, "I knew it was you. You've become quite famous in the poor neighborhood lately. Thank you for protecting Nana today. Those bastards who only dare to bully girls should be taught what it feels like to get beaten up."
"Thank you for your compliment, ma'am."
Majesty responded politely and followed Valentina upstairs.
Valentina knocked on the door of room number 2049.
Thump thump thump... thump thump thump...
"Ms. Nancy, are you inside?"
There was no response, but the sound of a television could be clearly heard, as if the classic American sitcom "Law & Order" was playing.
"Ms. Nancy, this is Valentina. Ms. Nancy?"
"That's strange, there was definitely a sound..."
Just then, a man with a narrow, long face, who looked like a Jew, came out of room 2048 next door.
"Excuse me, Miss Valentina, I heard your knocking." The man spoke softly, "but Ms. Nancy isn't in the room."
How did you know?
"Because half an hour ago, I saw her jump out of the window, twist her ankle, and then limp away from my sight."
"What?!" Valentina was shocked when she heard his eyewitness account. "Why didn't you report it to the staff on duty? Don't you know that the accommodation regulations mention that everyone should monitor each other? You should report any abnormal behavior by anyone immediately."
"I did intend to give a report," the man said slowly. "But I was thinking about a philosophical question at the time, and I thought I'd give the report after I finished thinking about it. I completely forgot about it, and only now that I see you did I remember it again."
Damn it... what kind of philosophical questions are you pondering? You should be thinking about your own basic needs first!
Ma Jieke wouldn't even bother arguing with someone like that; he's probably not mentally sound.
I turned the doorknob and found that it was locked from the inside.
Upon seeing this, Valentina immediately retrieved a spare key from the front desk and opened the room door.
Sure enough, the TV was on inside, but the room was empty. However, there was a white envelope on the bed, placed in a very conspicuous position, clearly indicating that the person wanted to be discovered but didn't want to be discovered too soon.
I quickly opened it and found it was a handwritten letter.
Dear Miss Valentina.
Thank you for taking me in and caring for me these past few days. You are the last good person I will ever meet in my life.
Gentle, considerate, and looking like a beauty pageant star, every time I see you, I am reminded of myself in my student days, but that was ten years ago.
Now I have no one to confide in because my lover abandoned me, my parents left me, my business partner sued me, and everything I had before has been taken away from me.
They all say I'm a liar, but I was really just being used. I never intended to cheat anyone out of their money. I just wanted to work diligently and live an ordinary life until the day I couldn't work anymore. Then I would quit my job and travel the world in my RV.
However, after the company's business collapsed, the boss shifted all the blame onto me, leaving me with debts that I could never repay.
Although that scumbag has been arrested by the police, it does nothing to change my current situation.
As you've seen, I've been desperately looking for jobs and sending out resumes. Even if there's still a glimmer of hope, I'm unwilling to give up on my life, even though it's already shattered and beyond repair.
But I couldn't find anything, and even when I tried to get a job as a kitchen helper at a restaurant, I couldn't compete with the Mexicans and Chinese.
I feel this must be fate, God's best arrangement for me, so I decided to end this torment and become a carefree little fish. How happy that would be!
Goodbye, Miss Valentina. I wish you success in your studies and a smooth life. May you become an independent woman and meet your true love, be loved and protected until the day you grow old. If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again, and we can become best friends and sisters.
Nancy Oliver's handwritten note