Merging with Demon Spirits-Chapter 408 - 303: Big Shot (Part 2)

Moreover, this is just one person, if it’s a whole family, it amounts to millions.

Even if you get into a good university and can stay in the base city to work, only a few can bring their parents and family to the base city through their own efforts.

Therefore, very few people from the satellite cities manage to enter the base city.

There are many ways to change fate.

Studying hard to get into a good university, graduating to find a good job, or doing business to make a lot of money, are all viable options.

But the fastest and the highest status undoubtedly comes from refining a demon spirit on Awakening Day to become a Demon Spirit Master.

As long as you refine an Advanced Demon Spirit, you can change your fate, and even that of your entire family.

When discussing Awakening Day, it inevitably leads to a time of bragging about one’s children.

Those with gifted children speak eagerly about their child’s achievements at this time, which is their greatest pride and the biggest hope amid their mundane lives.

Those without children, or with children who aren’t doing well, can only show envy and have no right to express an opinion.

"What difference does it make to get into the Three Heroic Academies, isn’t Zhang Aomei’s daughter also studying at Demon Star University, yet she’s still working here like us."

Suddenly, a fat woman said.

As soon as she spoke, the crowd fell silent, and then many people couldn’t help but laugh, glancing toward a spot not far away.

There, steam was swirling.

A woman in her fifties or sixties, her hair already white and her skin loose, did not look well but was meticulously ironing clothes.

Just now, while people were chatting, the woman said nothing, and when the topic turned to children, she bowed her head further, trying to minimize her presence, but inevitably, they still talked about her.

Seeing everyone’s mocking glances, she didn’t retort, and even when continually questioned, she didn’t show impatience, just smiled a slightly bitter smile.

This kind of topic appears every two or three days.

From arguing defiantly at first to now bowing and remaining silent, she has grown used to it.

"Why are you saying this, isn’t it tiring to bring it up so many times. Her son is paralyzed and still undergoing treatment in the hospital. Besides working, she also has to clean the factory, working eighteen hours a day. Is that easy?"

Some people didn’t laugh, frowning as they spoke.

But this didn’t make the fat woman retract; instead, she spoke even louder, "Isn’t it all out of curiosity? Zhang Aomei, is your daughter really at Demon Star University?"

Zhang Aomei kept her head down, not responding, carefully ironing the clothes.

Not answering did not quiet the fat woman; rather, she mocked even more blatantly:

"Surely it’s a lie. Getting into Demon Star University means you’re a genius. Would she still need you to work? By now, she should have made enough money to bring you to the Demon Star."

Hearing these harsh words, Zhang Aomei wanted to refute them.

Her daughter was not only at Demon Star University but was specially recruited, which is even harder than being admitted through exams.

Two days ago, her daughter even transferred back 1.2 million.

The factory workers earn only three to four thousand a month, and after a year’s expenses, there’s hardly a few thousand left. Families with two children end up in debt just to get by.

One point two million is money the fat woman couldn’t earn in a lifetime.

Zhang Aomei really wanted to argue but in the end said nothing.

That much money, 1.2 million, would stir a lot of greed.

It is her son’s medical fee.

She still had to work in the factory. Everyone was just ordinary people, making hard-earned wages. Attracting too much envy isn’t necessarily a good thing.

Being out of place would make one ostracized.

She had experienced that personally.

The fact that her daughter was specially recruited to Demon Star University initially did become their pride, the pride of her entire clan.

But over the past year, due to her son’s accident, she and her husband both worked in the factory, struggling to earn money, which instead subjected them to more ridicule.

The bitterness of it all could only be felt by her.

Seeing Zhang Aomei not daring to retort as usual, the fat woman raised her head and let out a smug laugh, saying, "Am I right? If it were true, why wouldn’t she refute?"

Ring, ring, ring...

While everyone was chatting, suddenly a sharp bell rang, the sound of an emergency assembly at the factory, only happening during big events.

"Could it be a demon beast siege?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, bodies tense, expressions worried. Some even trembled with fear.

However, looking at the factory leaders, it seemed it wasn’t so.

"Hurry up and run, have none of you eaten? Assemble outside, there are important figures present."

A person who seemed like a leader shouted.

"What big figures?"

It wasn’t a demon beast siege, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to ask further, much less complain.

The factory wasn’t short of workers.

In the factory, the leaders were like emperors. Although they were nothing outside, here a word from them could cost someone their job.

In today’s society, finding a job isn’t that easy, even one with such low wages as a factory worker.

Five minutes later.

The entire factory, over 500 people, gathered outside the workshop, led by more than a dozen managerial leaders, who were also speculating, looking puzzled, seemingly unaware of what important figures were coming.

Why would a really important person come to such a small garment factory?

The wait lasted an hour, yet the so-called important figures hadn’t appeared.

The employees whispered among themselves, although feeling impatient, seeing their leaders waiting quietly, they didn’t dare voice objections.

"Here they come."

Suddenly, the crowd stirred slightly, and they all looked up.

In the air appeared a silver-white suspension car, and the wings emblem on the hood was the familiar ’Double Wings’, a luxury car starting at at least ten million.

Under everyone’s gaze, the luxury car slowly descended, landing on the ground.

A man and a woman stepped out of the car.

The man, in his forties or fifties, was significantly overweight, and among the employees, this man was not unfamiliar.

Dongyang Satellite City is divided into seven districts, and their location was Anning District, the man known as Xie Dafu, was the district head here.

But why would the district head come to such a small garment factory?

Was he here for an inspection?

Even more surprisingly, in their eyes, the high and mighty district head was exceedingly polite, smiling at the woman beside him.

The employees didn’t recognize the woman.

But the factory manager couldn’t help but feel a thrill.

Anyone doing business wouldn’t fail to recognize the woman in front of them.

One of the seven great families of Shanghai, the representative for the Huang Family Group in Dongyang, Huang Xintao.

As a member of the Glory Race, Huang Xintao was a truly important figure, no wonder even the district head had to show respect and curry favor.

The words of such a person could quickly boost the development of a region.

"Why would Huang Xintao come here?"

The factory manager’s heart raced rapidly. Such an important person, he wouldn’t even have a place or the qualification to curry favor with.

Just as he was preparing to step forward, he halted abruptly, seeing Huang Xintao going to the back of the car to open the door.

Could it be an even more important figure?

The factory manager felt his blood boiling, his heart about to leap out.

In his gaze, a young man got out of the car. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

The young man looked about twenty, not very tall, less than 1.7 meters, not exactly skin and bones, but extremely slim, looking somewhat pale and not in great spirits.

Huang Xintao stood slightly behind the young man, seeming to show respect.

Although the young man didn’t look good, his face was visibly filled with anticipation, seemingly searching for someone in the crowd.

Among the workers, Zhang Aomei looked surprised and puzzled, softly muttering, "It looks like Xiaojun?"

The young man indeed looked much like her daughter.

Her daughter had her hair cut short like this two years ago, and she had even chided her for not looking like a girl.

Though she had become much thinner, as a mother, she still recognized her daughter, but didn’t dare acknowledge it.

This important person, the kind of person even the district head had to curry favor with, could that be her daughter?