After dinner, Li Shishi very much like a young lady, unceremoniously placed her bowl on the table, without any intention of washing the dishes after freeloaded a meal. Seeing this, Song Yun shook his head, cleaned everything up, and went back to his room.
Had he settled down in Sunan City? Not to mention the troublesome little demon Li Shishi, just the amount in his bank account was enough for him to live a carefree life. Just thinking about such a life was damn exhilarating. He had no great expectations of Li Shishi, as their first impressions of each other hadn't been good, but the little junior sister next door, heh heh heh.
Just as Song Yun was lost in his daydreams, a text message yanked his thoughts back to reality.
Wiping the drool that had pooled on his pillow, he opened his phone to find a message from the bank. Bewildered, he opened the message to discover his bank account had been frozen, and he stood there stunned.
My bank account has been frozen? Once it sunk in, Song Yun literally jumped three meters high. When he confirmed that the message was indeed from the bank, it felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed. Grandpa and Grandma no longer loved their grandson; he had been relying on the money in that account to find a little sister to spend his life with. Great, now what? With the cost of living so high, how was he expected to survive in Sunan, a city unfamiliar to him?
"Damn it, if I find out who froze my bank account, I'll chase them down and beat them with an iron bar until their chrysanthemum blooms," Song Yun muttered, clutching his phone in fury.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah"
A bizarre ringtone rang out, and Song Yun, looking ashen, answered the call to hear a hearty laugh on the other end.
"I heard you didn't have such a great chat with the Li family's young mistress today?" The old man asked with a hint of mockery.
"Do you have clairvoyance or super hearing? How do you know so clearly about such a trivial matter in Sunan while you're abroad?" Song Yun, lying on the comfy bed, spoke irritably, "And stop talking about good temper, good looks, good upbringing, pah! Old man, you're pushing your only disciple into a pit of fire."
"Haha, who said that? I met Shishi over ten years ago; she was a quiet and gentle girl."
"Get lost, you met her more than ten years ago, why don't you say you helped check her pulse when she was in her mother's womb," Song Yun grumbled. "I don't get along with that kid, so stay out of it."
"Yo, is there actually a woman that Mr. Song can't handle?" The old man teased, his voice cheerful.
"Hmph, women I can't handle? They haven't been born yet," Song Yun snapped back. "Alright, no more nonsense with you, international calls are expensive. I'm calling about something serious. Transfer some money to my online account; I have an emergency need for it."
"Not lending," replied the old man with a tone that left no room for jest.
"Why won't you lend me some? I'm not asking for much, just a few million for my new card," Song Yun said, dissatisfied.
The old man chuckled scornfully on the phone, making Song Yun's skin crawl. "I'm the one who froze your card, and you're asking why I won't lend you money."
"I--your mother's a bitch!" Song Yun howled, feeling as if ten thousand horses were thundering through his heart, trampling his frail spirit.
Just when Song Yun was about to confront the old man for an explanation, the other end hung up. He gripped his phone, tempted to throw it, but thinking of the unfinished small movies still on it, he calmly set it aside.
What was to be done? He couldn't just let life strangle him to death, could he? My God, not afraid of god-like opponents, but terrified of pig-like teammates. Before his wonderful life had even started, his financial lifeline had been cut. How was he to live now? Right, why not... ask Li Shishi for some rent? The location of this courtyard house was excellent, and the surrounding environment wasn't bad; a few thousand yuan in rent per month seemed reasonable.
One had to remember that the kid was a president; surely she wouldn't quibble over a few thousand yuan.
Thinking it, he had to do it. Song Yun got up and tiptoed to Li Shishi's door, knocked twice. Li Shishi was inside looking at documents when the sudden knock made her frown and speak displeasedly, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, screw off."
"Hey, hey, Shishi," Song Yun said with a sleazy grin on his face, "since you're going to be living here every day from now on, you gotta cover some expenses each month for food and such, you know, life in Sunan is pretty expensive."
"Get lost."
"Alrighty."
Song Yun quickly scurried back to his own room, his face as wrinkled as a chrysanthemum in autumn, utterly crestfallen. "Damn it, you're all forcing my hand, huh? Fine... I'll just find a job online, then."
However, he couldn't handle an ordinary job, but he was also unwilling to return to his old profession as an assassin. After much thought, Song Yun visited a not-safe-for-work website, clicked through a few pictures, and entered a black login page.
After entering his username and password, he was redirected to a chat room.
"I'm in Sunan, looking for work. No killing, no arson, no helping to abduct underage girls; anything else is fair game," Song Yun typed into the chat, and the previously quiet room suddenly became abuzz.
"Damn, Mr. Shura, did your account get hacked?"
"Yeah, yeah, since when did Mr. Shura sink so low?"
"Mr. Shura, I've got a big gig, are you interested? Eighty percent of the cut for you after the job's done."
...
Looking at the unrestrained conversations, Song Yun activated the admin privileges, silenced everyone, and left his phone number on the public screen, along with a message, "I've reformed. Don't look for me for dirty work. Anyone who dares to mess with me will get to remember what torture feels like."
After leaving the message, Song Yun logged off the dark web. This platform was built by an organization that many mercenaries and assassins used to take on jobs, with only a five percent commission charged after the fact. With the powerful backers of this organization, there had been almost no disharmonious transactions over the years. If there were any disputes, reporting them to the higher-ups would result in the troublemakers disappearing from the world the next day. Therefore, it was a relatively fair place that did not fear dishonest dealings.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah"
The phone rang again. Song Yun saw it was an unfamiliar number and answered to hear an elderly voice on the other side, which spoke with respectful tone, "May I speak with Mr. Shura?"
"That's me, what's up?"
"I have a bodyguard job available; would you be interested?"