Chapter 1269
My Secretary is a Little Sweet
Translator: 549690339
Jing Zhi was getting impatient with the photographerâs constant demand for him to pose. The shoot had only gone on for fifteen minutes before he gave up.
âIâm not filming anymore, are you guys fooling around? Whatâs the difference between going left and right?â
The photographer was speechless. This newbie clearly didnât know anything and was still so self-righteous. Of course there was a difference between going left and right!
Seeing this, Jin Xin immediately stepped forward and stuffed 10000 Yuan in cash into his hands.ââMy dear ancestor, you can earn 10000 Yuan in ten minutes of filming. Where else can you find such an easy money-making place? Hold on for a little longer, we have to get a shot of your most handsome side!â
He knew that Jing Zhi was short on money, so he asked Qin Zhendong to give him cash! Giving him the money on the spot was much more impactful than transferring it to his card!
Jing Zhi felt a little happy as he held the ten thousand Yuan.
Could he really earn money on his own?
No need to kill, no need to Rob, and no need to spend womenâs money?
When she was working as a security guard for her brother for a month, it was only 10000 Yuan, but that was the highest salary among security guards!
This money indeed came quickly!
âHold on to this for me,â Jing Zhi said, handing the money back to Jin Xin. âYou can give it to me when we leave.â
Jin Xin was taken aback. Jing Zhi wasnât afraid that he would run away with the money? Or would she not give him the photos after taking them?
She trusted him so much?
Jin Xin took the money and walked out of the studio. He stood a short distance away, watching Jing Zhi patiently make all kinds of cool and handsome poses. He was a little touched.
What he didnât know was that Jing Zhi wasnât afraid of him running away or not returning the money. Even if he ran to the end of the world, Jing Zhi would find him and bring him back.
If he had known how many people Jing Zhi had killed, he would have been suppressed for the rest of his life instead of clinging to Jing Zhiâs leg for so long.
After another ten minutes, Jing Zhi finally gave up and was about to leave with a cold face. Jin Xin gave him another ten thousand Yuan, and his face finally looked a little better.
After half an hour of shooting, the photographer was actually very satisfied.
The model was young and handsome with perfect 360-degree angles. His skin was so tender that water could be squeezed out of it. His bald head was so unique that he looked good no matter how he was shot. Post-editing could be almost omitted!
Jing Zhi changed his clothes, put the 20000 Yuan in a paper bag given to him by the magazine agency, and followed Jin Xin out.
He still couldnât believe that he had earned 20000 Yuan in such a short time!
It wasnât that he had never seen money before. In fact, in his previous 18 years of life, he had never been troubled by money. Money was just a number in his eyes.
It was only recently that Jing Zhi understood the true meaning of money.
He also knew that it was not easy to earn money. He had no academic qualifications and no expertise. No matter where he went, no one would want him.
Jing Zhi glanced at Jin Xin, who looked thin and weak. He took out ten thousand Yuan and handed it to him.âMany thanks!â
Jin Xin was taken aback, but he quickly laughed and said,âat least you have a conscience!â These are all for you, you deserve them, so of course I have them too!â
He was obviously short on money, but he gave him half of it without hesitation. This meant that he didnât choose the wrong person. At least Jing Zhi had a good character and knew how to repay kindness.
Now that he had money, Jin Xin took Jing Zhi to a high-end restaurant and treated him to a meal.
When Jing Zhi finished, Jin Xin almost cried.
Was this a pig? How could he eat so much!
10,000 Yuan was gone just like that!
He had planned to use the remaining 30000 Yuan to buy a new outfit for Jing Zhi, so that he wouldnât become a laughingstock in a pair of cheap underwear.
Great, there were only 20000 left!
Fine, heâd better take Jing Zhi to a roadside stall tomorrow.
Jin Xin grumbled for an hour, but still took Jing Zhi to the shopping mall. He bought Jing Zhi a set of clothes and a baseball cap, and spent the remaining twenty thousand Yuan.
Jing Zhi didnât actually lack clothes. Jing Rui had bought him a lot of clothes from top brands, but Jin Xin thought that Jing Zhi couldnât even afford underwear, and that the clothes he was wearing must be counterfeits. He had no idea that Jing Zhiâs clothes were worth tens of thousands.
âIâm not wearing a hat, I look ugly!â
âHow can we do that! Do you know how handsome your face is? Donât you know how much of a character you have as a bald head? We have to keep a low profile and reduce other peopleâs impression of you before you become famous!â
Jing Zhi had lived for 18 years, but he had never known what it meant to keep a low profile. He had always been high-profile, and even when the killers couldnât see the light of day, he had never deliberately kept a low profile.
Besides, he wasnât famous, so who on the street would know him?
Jin Xin wouldnât agree to it no matter what. He insisted that Jing Zhi put on the hat, saying that he wanted to maintain a sense of mystery so that he could shock the entire entertainment industry.
Jing Zhi was on the verge of a mental breakdown. In order to shut him up, he had no choice but to put on his hat.
The black baseball cap covered half of Jing Zhiâs face, giving him a unique aura.
âWhy do you look so much like an assassin in the movies when you wear this hat?â Jin Xin clicked his tongue in praise. It was too cool! I have good taste!â
Jing Zhi suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Jin Xin. Seeing that Jin Xin seemed to have only said those words casually and hadnât seen through his identity, Jing Zhi looked away and continued walking.
Jin Xin didnât notice the cold look in Jing Zhiâs eyes. He was still immersed in his admiration for himself, wondering if he could help Jing Zhi get a small role in the assassin industry. With such a unique temperament, it would be a pity if Jing Zhi didnât play the role.
As the night grew darker, Jin Xin shamelessly asked for Jing Zhiâs phone number before reluctantly parting with him.
Jing Zhi carried the 20000 Yuan and waited until late at night before he sneaked into the Zheng familyâs Villa and went to Zheng yuluoâs bedroom.
It was quiet in the bedroom. The moonlight shone through the window on Zheng yuluoâs beautiful face, and her even breathing was clear in the middle of the night.
Jing Zhi leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her quietly.
She was so close to him, but he could not touch her. There were so many obstacles between them. Even if he could persuade his brother, the Zheng family would not agree to Zheng yuluo marrying him.
Moreover, he was not sure about Zheng yuluoâs feelings for him. He had no confidence in himself.
Jing Zhi felt that Zheng Yu would probably choose her family over him if she didnât get chosen.
Jing Zhi suddenly laughed at himself. He couldnât even afford to support himself now, and Zheng yuluo was going to live on air with him?
He gently placed the paper bag beside Zheng yuluoâs pillow, lowered his head, and kissed her forehead. Then, he jumped out of the window and quickly disappeared into the night.
Zheng yuluo dreamed of Jing Zhi kissing her forehead. When she woke up in the morning, she saw the paper bag beside her pillow and the 20000 Yuan inside. She immediately sat up.
She touched her forehead in shock.âJing Zhi had been here last night. Maybe the kiss wasnât a dream.