Chapter 27

Yang Kang felt that his original job-hunting strategy was wrong, which was why he couldn't find a job. This time, he was determined to adjust his approach, to look for a job with purpose and rationality, rather than just submitting resumes to various companies.

It was summer vacation, and many children needed tutoring. He was, after all, a high-achieving graduate from Jinling University. Tutoring children would be no problem for him.

However, after two days, Yang Kang started cursing. The summer vacation had just begun, and tutoring classes were everywhere. After a brief inquiry, he almost fainted. Elementary and middle school tutoring was mostly taken over by college students or education majors. They would rent a house casually, and even before the school break, they would stand at the school gates, distributing flyers for their tutoring classes. Most of them worked in groups of three or four, covering various subjects, with low fees—just a few hundred yuan per student for two months of tutoring.

High school students, on the other hand, had their own independent learning abilities. They would use the summer to review old lessons, preview new ones, or even do exercises on their computers and seek answers. If they really struggled, they would seek help from their teachers, not from someone like him, who was a newcomer.

His hope of finding a student to tutor was thus nipped in the bud.

What else could he do? Last time, Jiang Xiaoyue said his English was good, so he tried applying to some companies for clerical work. However, they all wanted pretty girls, not male employees.

Yang Kang felt this was complete gender discrimination, but there was nothing he could do about it since they didn't want him.

Should he go to a hotel to wash dishes or sweep the floor? That didn't seem to require a degree. But as Jiang Yan said, when his father was alive, they had a nanny who took care of him. He was a person who had never done any manual labor and couldn't do those jobs.

Around 4 PM, the sun was no longer so scorching. Walking down the street from the Confucius Temple, Yang Kang was thinking about his "financial future" when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Move... Move..."

"Huh?" Yang Kang was stunned. As he looked up, he saw a tricycle loaded with goods heading straight for him, and he was standing on a bridge...

"Move!" The driver, a burly young man, was waving his fists at him.

Without thinking, Yang Kang hurried to the side, but it was a bit too late. The front of the tricycle had already rushed over, and the handlebar pulled him hard. Yang Kang lost his balance and fell to the ground, rolling a few times due to inertia and gravity before coming to a stop.

"Ouch..." Yang Kang was dazed and confused, feeling as if his brain had short-circuited, and his whole body ached.

"Sir... Sir..." Someone helped him up from the ground, repeatedly calling out to him.

Only then did he calm down a bit and regain his senses. He tried to move, but when his right foot touched the ground, he cried out in pain.

"Sir, are you okay?" The young, fat culprit asked anxiously.

"I..." Yang Kang felt his arm was a bit sore, but it was just a minor scratch. He could move it, and the rest of his body was fine except for his right ankle, which was extremely painful and immobile.

Yang Kang was worried. He couldn't become disabled, could he? Oh, God, he was healthy and still couldn't find a job. If he became disabled, wouldn't Jiang Shanghua's words come true, and he would have to beg on the streets?

"My foot... it seems to be broken..." Yang Kang almost cried. He didn't want to be disabled; he couldn't be disabled.

"Let me see!" The young, fat man said hurriedly.

He squatted down, rolled up Yang Kang's pants, and saw that his ankle was already swollen and bruised, indicating a serious injury.

He touched it and pinched it, and Yang Kang, in pain, couldn't help but cry out, "It hurts!"

"It's good that it hurts, you're fine... you're fine!" The young, fat man was relieved and said, "You're fine, no bones are broken."

"How do you know the bones aren't broken?" Yang Kang was angry and shouted, "You're not a doctor, what do you know? Take me to the hospital."

The young, fat man hurriedly took off his shirt, laid it on the ground, and helped Yang Kang sit down by the bridge railing, saying with a smile, "Sir, let's not go to the hospital... I don't have money..."

Yang Kang almost fainted. He had been hit by this person, and he refused to take him to the hospital. He had no money, so what was he supposed to do? He felt he was already unlucky enough. He had finally found a job with a nice boss, but the boss left the country without paying him a cent.

To survive, he needed to find a part-time job that paid. He accepted that he had bad luck and couldn't find a job, but he had just been daydreaming, and this damn tricycle, without any eyes, had crashed into him. To make matters worse, the person who hit him refused to take him to the hospital.

"What are you going to do? Just leave me here?" Yang Kang asked the young, fat man, "You can't do that; it's illegal."

"Sir, I didn't say I would leave you here. It's just... I don't have money... let's not go to the hospital," the fat man was also frustrated. The tricycle's brakes were faulty, and he had tried to stop it, but it kept moving forward, hitting the person.

"Sir, your foot isn't seriously injured; it's just swollen. I'll massage it to get rid of the bruising. I know a bit about treating injuries," the fat man said as he squatted down, took off Yang Kang's shoe and sock, and began to massage gently.

"Can you really do it?" Yang Kang still felt he should go to the hospital and didn't trust this fat man.

But the fat man ignored him and continued to massage gently, saying, "Sir, my skills are passed down from my ancestors; there's nothing to worry about."

"Really?" Yang Kang asked skeptically. He was more inclined to believe him before the fat man said that, but now he felt the fat man was a fraud.

"Absolutely!" As the fat man said this, he saw Yang Kang gradually relax. Suddenly, he applied more force, and there was a "snap."

Yang Kang screamed in pain, his face turning pale...

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