193: Chapter 193 The Number of a Month

Shen Junlin gritted his teeth in anger; he hadn't expected that, in the end, he would even be spat on by Wang Lin.

Shen Junlin held back again and again, then turned around and limped toward the outside of the alley.

Wang Lin watched the direction in which Shen Junlin left, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Today's events went even more smoothly than expected.

He was determined to obtain Shen Junlin's Sword God.

Afterward, Wang Lin walked over to Lin Shiyao.

At this moment, Lin Shiyao was leaning against the wall, her face pale and her breathing shallow. Seeing Wang Lin approach, she still managed to support herself and stand up.

"Are your injuries okay?"

Lin Shiyao shook her head: "Minor injuries, it's nothing. A few days of rest will be fine."

"Thank you for what happened today. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened."

Wang Lin said with a smile: "No, it is I who should thank you. You've helped me discover a new toy."

After speaking, Wang Lin looked toward the direction where Shen Junlin had gone and continued: "I heard your mother is sick?"

Lin Shiyao was stunned for a moment, not expecting Wang Lin to ask about this: "Yes."

"What kind of illness?"

Lin Shiyao lowered her head: "Kidney failure. It's been several years."

"She has been undergoing dialysis, but the results are getting worse and worse."

"The doctor said she needs a kidney transplant. With the surgery and follow-up treatment, it will cost over two million."

Lin Shiyao's voice was very calm, so calm that it was as if she were talking about someone else's affairs, not her own.

There was also no sense of inferiority or embarrassment in her eyes.

"I work odd jobs everywhere, but the money I earn is only enough to cover the dialysis costs. The surgery fees... I simply can't save enough."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then took a card out of his pocket and handed it over.

"There is five million here. Take it to treat your mother's illness."

Lin Shiyao looked at the card but did not take it: "I cannot accept this. You have already helped me a lot."

Wang Lin suddenly remembered the words she said earlier— "I would rather die standing than live kneeling."

For someone who could say such things, her self-esteem was carved into her very bones.

She could accept being beaten, injured, or humiliated, but she would not accept charity.

Because charity meant admitting she was weak, admitting she needed someone else's pity.

And the one thing she never wanted to do in her life was admit that she was weak.

Wang Lin thought for a moment and pushed the card a little further forward: "It's not for you. It's a loan. You will pay me back later."

Lin Shiyao's fingers twitched.

"Remember the nine-out, thirteen-return rule. Borrow five million, pay back six and a half million. The extra one and a half million counts as interest."

Lin Shiyao looked at Wang Lin, not expecting him to use this method.

It wasn't charity; it was a transaction.

This way, she didn't need to bow her head, didn't need to be grateful, and certainly didn't need to owe anyone any favors.

She only needed to work hard and then pay back the money.

Wang Lin stuffed the card into her hand: "Besides, your mother's illness cannot be delayed. Get the treatment first; we can talk about money later."

Lin Shiyao lowered her head, looking at the card in her hand.

Since she was small, Lin Shiyao had relied on herself for everything.

After her mother got sick, she worked odd jobs everywhere, getting fired, being bullied, and being looked down upon.

No one was willing to help her; no one reached out a hand to pull her up.

She could only carry it all on her own, carrying it until now.

She once said that she was her own pillar of support, because she had no one else to rely on, so she could only rely on herself.

But today, a person she had only met twice was willing to help her.

Wang Lin didn't look down on her, didn't pity her, and just made a transaction with her.

Lin Shiyao clutched the card in her palm: "Thank you. This money... I will pay it back, I will definitely pay it back."

"Six and a half million, not a cent less."

Wang Lin put his hands into his pockets. "No rush."

"But I don't have a job or any income right now. Paying back the money... might take a very long time."

Wang Lin thought for a moment: "How about this, I'll introduce you to a job."

Lin Shiyao's eyes lit up. She needed a job so badly, needed it to the point that as long as she could earn money, she would be willing to do anything.

Wang Lin looked at her shining eyes and hesitated for a moment: "However, this job... might not be suitable for a girl like you."

Lin Shiyao shook her head: "It doesn't matter. I can do any job."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment: "A The Slaughterhouse. I know an uncle who runs a The Slaughterhouse. They are short on staff there."

Lin Shiyao was stunned for a moment.

"A The Slaughterhouse?"

She had thought of many types of jobs—restaurants, supermarkets, clothing stores, milk tea shops... but she had never thought of a The Slaughterhouse.

That place was dirty, exhausting, and bloody; ordinary people were not willing to go there.

But Lin Shiyao was not an ordinary person; she needed money, a lot of money. Therefore, she had no right to be picky about work.

Wang Lin looked at her expression and, after thinking, added: "However, the salary there is very high."

Lin Shiyao asked: "How much?"

Wang Lin held up five fingers.

Lin Shiyao thought for a moment: "Five thousand?"

Wang Lin shook his head.

Lin Shiyao's eyes widened a little, and her voice carried a hint of disbelief: "Could it be... fifty thousand?"

Wang Lin shook his head.

Lin Shiyao was stunned for a moment, her voice lowering: "It wouldn't be... five hundred, would it?"

Wang Lin shook his head again. He looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Lin Shiyao's breathing stopped abruptly for a moment, and a number she had never imagined in her life popped into her head: "Fi... five hundred thousand?"

Wang Lin nodded: "Yes. Five hundred thousand a month."

Lin Shiyao's mind went blank.

What? Five hundred thousand. A month. In all the years she had worked, she had never seen so much money.

She worked at a milk tea shop for three thousand a month.

Working at a supermarket, two thousand eight hundred a month.

Working at a restaurant, three thousand five hundred a month.

The highest-paying job she had ever done was four thousand a month.

Five hundred thousand was more than a hundred times her previous salary.

It was enough for three months of her mother's surgery and treatment fees.

"However..." Wang Lin added, "That's family pricing, it's a bit inflated."

"You are a girl, I don't know how much he will offer you."

Lin Shiyao's eyes lit up again: "Okay, I'll go."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure." Lin Shiyao's voice was firm, without a trace of hesitation. "I'm not afraid of dirt, not afraid of exhaustion. I can do any kind of work."

"Alright. Tomorrow I will take you to meet Uncle Niu."

Lin Shiyao nodded, put the card away, and supported herself against the wall to stand up slowly: "Then I'll head back first."

Wang Lin looked at her appearance...

Her school uniform had several holes, her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in dust and blood, and she couldn't even stand steadily.

Walking back like this, she wouldn't make it even by tomorrow morning.

"You can't even walk steadily like this. Let me carry you on my back."

Just as Lin Shiyao was about to open her mouth to refuse, she suddenly felt her body become light.

A gust of wind rose from beneath her feet, gently wrapping around her body and lifting her off the ground.

She hovered a dozen centimeters above the ground, the wind flowing beneath her like a pair of invisible hands supporting her waist.