Inside Jiaoyang Temple.
Xia Xin talked until his mouth was parched and his tongue was dry. After a whole three hours, he finally gave Jiangli a basic understanding of modern society.
Jiangli also felt a bit dizzy as she grasped one fact, "So you're saying you owe Boss Cao six million, and that's really a lot?"
Xia Xin made a bitter face and nodded.
Jiangli couldn't help frowning, "Then do you have any quick ways to make money?"
Xia Xin forced a laugh, "Ancestor, what can I possibly have? I can only take a part-time job..."
"Part-time job? What's that?" Jiangli was confused again.
Xia Xin: "..."
Great, more explaining to do.
Xia Xin helplessly said, "A part-time job is like work. It's like the odd jobs and casual labor you used to do to earn money. The internet cafe where you found me, that's where I work part-time."
"How much does that pay?" Jiangli was only concerned about this.
