Professional Stand-in, With an Hourly Salary of 100,000 - Chapter 4

On the night of the second day after meeting with Song Shi, Ji Fanyin wore glasses to perfect his money-making plan at home.

Song Shiyu didn’t call this day, but Ji Fanyin was not worried about whether this hooked fish would run away.

She marked Song Shiyu’s birthday on the calendar, and organized and archived everything about this person.

To put it simply, a file is created for important customers.

——In three days, it will be Song Shiyu’s birthday.

In other words, the call must be received the day after tomorrow at the latest, right?

After finishing the work, Ji Fanyin glanced at the time on the phone, and it was nearly ten o’clock.

She took off the blue-ray glasses and stretched her waist. When she was about to put on a mask and go to bed, a video call request popped up on the computer, from Ji Xinxin.

In just a few seconds, Ji Fanyin was about to close the computer.

It is worth noting that, in fact, Ji Xinxin did not neglect Ji Fanyin like her parents and friends; on the contrary, she has always maintained an appropriate intimacy with Ji Fanyin.

When Ji Xinxin’s plane landed, Ji Fanyin was one of the first to receive her call.

Thinking that Ji Xinxin is her own wealth code no matter what, Ji Fanyin sat back in her chair and picked up the video call.

Internet usually, Ji Xinxin’s face quickly jumped out. She was sitting next to a floor-to-ceiling window drenched with sunlight and wearing a gray shirt. This inhumane color has been infinitely softened on her body.

“Sister, are you going to sleep?” Ji Xinxin adjusted the white earphones and said hello with a smile.

“If you are half a minute late, I won’t be able to receive the video.” Ji Fanyin took a sip of water, “The weather in Paris is nice.”

“Indeed, it’s very rare.” Ji Xinxin put her chin on, and pursed her lips slightly. “A few days after I arrived in Paris, I already miss the sunshine at home a bit.”

“Three years is still very long.” Ji Fanyin said lazily.

Perhaps her attitude was too peaceful. Ji Xinxin was stunned for a while and then asked: “My sister is in a good mood. Has anything good happened?”

Ji Fanyin was ambiguous: “I figured something out.”

“That’s it…” Ji Xinxin looked down and thought for a few seconds, “Sister, I want to ask you one thing, can you not be angry after you hear it?”

“what is the matter?”

“I and Shiyu just called on the phone yesterday,” Ji Xinxin’s eyes flickered, and she asked almost cautiously, “He told me something about my sister, which is actually the reason why I called you today… …I want to apologize to you. Before I…I didn’t know you like Shi Yu, if I knew, I should behave more…”

She paused in embarrassment, as if she couldn’t think of what word to use here.

“…Anyway, sister, I’m sorry.”

“What’s the conflict between I like him and he likes you?” Ji Fanyin asked casually, leaning in a chair that was not very ergonomic, “Why do you apologize to me again?”

What caused the tragedy of “Ji Fanyin”, apart from her own cowardice and fluke not knowing how to refuse, those shameless men are the culprits. Although the family members who do not care about “Ji Fanyin” are not innocent, they have to be innocent. The second ladder of sin.

Ji Fanyin was too lazy to think about why Ji Xinxin suddenly called this phone to apologize.

She didn’t bother to take care of the love and hatred of this group of people, as long as she didn’t delay her making money.

Ji Xinxin stroked her chest and sighed and smiled: “It would be great if my sister doesn’t mind. I will pay attention to keeping a distance with Shiyu in the future. Don’t worry, sister, I won’t be with him.”

Ji Fanyin responded non-committal, thinking: Song Shiyu, miserable.

Ji Xinxin asked across the computer again: “Does my sister still like him now?”

She asked without thought, as if she was just saying it casually, innocent and sweet.

So Ji Fanyin answered casually: “Like is not something that can be discarded overnight.”

“…I like him.” Ji Xinxin repeated it with a smile, “I see.”

It seemed that Ji Xinxin really called for this. After this conversation was over, she quickly hung up the communication with Ji Fanyin and said goodnight.

Ji Fanyin closed the thin and light laptop, put his glasses on it, and threw the matter behind his head.

It wasn’t until the third day that she checked the account details of [Temptation to Go Home] that something was wrong.

——Before ten o’clock the night before, almost exactly when the video ended, Ji Xinxin contributed a full 160,000 emotional income.

After that, she contributed several other records one after another.

Yesterday, Song Shiyu and Ji Xinxin recorded two sentiment values ​​almost back and forth. Surely the two people talked about her when they were chatting?

Ji Fanyin didn’t expect the details and this detective role.

She leaned back in the chair and pondered: Although I don’t know what kind of mental activities Ji Xinxin did in that short video call, everyone’s mood swings were quite severe.

It’s no wonder that Po APP needs to put emotions separately as an explanation.

But also, the mood swings in dog blood dramas have always been severe, and plain dog blood is not called dog blood.

Stand-in literature is an evergreen tree in the subject of dog-blood.

Staring at Ji Xinxin’s 160,000 yuan for a while, Ji Fanyin tapped the touchpad to open his own project, and he meditated for a moment and made some changes.

Well, occasionally, you can properly stimulate everyone’s emotions.

Halfway through the revision, Ji Fanyin’s cell phone rang.

Her typing on the keyboard stopped for a moment.

The mobile phone is in the do-not-disturb mode, and only one user group can make a call.

And in that user group, now there is only one person lying down.

Ji Fanyin didn’t let Song Shiyu wait too much. She turned the phone facing down and pressed it to her ear: “Hello.”

Song Shiyu’s voice was a little tight: “Tomorrow, all day.”

“Okay. My working hours are from nine in the morning to twenty-four in the evening.” Ji Fanyin took the time to listen to the phone and single-handedly finalize the last revision of the document, opened a network-updated calendar, and selected the date for tomorrow. A long column, “Are you sure to make an appointment for fifteen hours?”

“…Confirm.” Song Shiyu said Shen Shen, “Request that I will send it to you later, that’s it.”

“Reserve the appointment for the transfer.” Ji Fanyin reminded him calmly.

Song Shiyu hung up without saying anything.

But within a minute, Ji Fanyin received Song Shiyu’s transfer, as if one and a half million were just a steel pebble thrown into the water to hear the sound.

Ji Fanyin likes this attitude of treating money as dung.

It is Song Shiyu’s generosity that has allowed her to have two million in her bank account.

Although the countdown to go home is still -9,997,637,851.00, at least it went well at the beginning, right?

Ji Fanyin smiled and closed [The Temptation of Going Home], opened Song Shiyu’s chat window, and began to accept customer service requests.

Song Shiyu was obviously thinking about it on the spot, so he asked to send it one by one, fast and slow.

Ji Fanyin waited patiently, until Song Shiyu did not move for five minutes, she asked with a good temper: [Is that all? 】

Song Shiyu said, “The other party is typing…” for a long time, but at the end it only sent a word of “um”.

Ji Fanyin responded with a “thank you boss” emoticon package and copied the fragments of chat records into the file to prepare for tomorrow’s work.

Song Shiyu’s request was not too much and too much trouble. He even delivered the matching skirts and shoes to Ji Fanyin’s address that night.

When Ji Fanyin was knocked on the door, he thought it was a takeaway. As soon as he saw the female clerk in a suit and skirt and the big box in her hand, he knew that he was wrong.

After receiving the gift box, Ji Fanyin didn’t try it on immediately, but took out his mobile phone and checked it after a moment of indulgence.

Song Shiyu gave gifts worth 80,000 yuan.

Sure enough, movable and immovable property and bank transfers are included in the calculation.

Ji Fanyin threw the valuable skirt on the bed and laughed.

Ten billion looks far away, but it’s not impossible to achieve it.

It just depends on how long the leeks can grow.

…

Song Shiyu deleted all the harsh words, and finally frowned and typed the word “um” in the input box, scribbled it to Ji Fanyin, and then threw the phone next to him.

After returning from the last meeting with Ji Fanyin, Song Shiyu began to feel weak.

In the past, Song Shiyu only liked to look at Ji Fanyin’s face, thinking that they were indeed Ji Xinxin’s twins; but as long as Ji Fanyin acted and spoke, he and Ji Xinxin would be different.

He clearly knew that Ji Fanyin was not Ji Xinxin, but…In those three hours, Ji Fanyin was simply Ji Xinxin alive.

After Ji Fanyin left that day, Song Shiyu was so annoyed that he almost fell the cup in the western restaurant.

On the second day after returning home, he called Ji Xinxin in a ghostly manner and tried twice before being picked up by Ji Xinxin.

Her voice is still the same happy and relaxing: “Shiyu, is there anything to do with me?”

“Hmm…” Song Shiyu paused, and said without burden, “One thing I never told you, your sister likes me, she confessed to me.”

“How could it—” Ji Xinxin was surprised and blamed: “Then you confessed to me the day before I left, my sister must be very sad. If I knew this, I would…”

“You don’t have to do anything. She knows that I like you and knows what I am going to do that day, and she accepts it.” Song Shiyu comforted the kind-hearted sweetheart, “You don’t need to feel guilty, I just want to think about you. I should know about this.”

Ji Xinxin was silent for a while, and sighed long on the other end of the phone.

She said quietly: “So my sister likes you.”

“But I only like you.” Song Shiyu said affirmatively.

At the moment when he said this, Song Shiyu almost immediately felt the depression in his chest dissipate, making him relieved.

——Yes, the only person I like is Ji Xinxin.

However, after another two days, Song Shiyu received a call from Ji Xinxin again.

She sobbed and said, “I called my sister and she said she still likes you…. Shiyu, can you stop liking me? I don’t want my sister to be sad.”

Song Shiyu was silent for a long time: “I’m sorry, Xinxin. I can meet many of your requirements, but I can’t do this.”

When he hung up the call, Song Shiyu could almost taste the faint smell of rust in his throat, as if he had just been slammed into his chest.

Ji Fanyin can no longer be contacted, if Xinxin finds out, she will be angry.

Song Shiyu endured thinking this way for a day.

Just one day.

The last time, and then really broke with her.

Thinking like this, he dialed Ji Fanyin’s phone: “…tomorrow, all day.”