Truman put down his sibber tea and began to read the Tingen City Honest Citizen intently.
The headline story on the front page was an investment report on a company called Lanevus Steel!
It listed a lot of professional data.
Mr.
Lanevus had discovered a high-quality large iron mine in Sivellaus County.
Many well-known experts had already confirmed the news, and mining operations were about to begin.
Now there was less than a week until the investment deadline.
Interested citizens were urged to seize the opportunity and sign up enthusiastically…
Truman carefully read through the entire newspaper.
He could smell a familiar scent between the lines—the word ‘fraud’ practically screamed out from the dense reports, ready to leap onto his face.
“Sir, are you planning to invest in this steel company?”
“This Lanevus Steel company has been very famous recently.
Many middle-class people have put almost all their savings into supporting this industrialist’s charitable efforts to benefit his hometown.”
After Anna had cleared the food from the table, she noticed Truman’s interest and also took out a newspaper to share some news she had heard.
“Is that so?”
“I’m not looking to invest.
I was just thinking about submitting some columns to the newspaper.”
Truman smiled at Anna, put the newspaper away, and asked her.
“Do you think a daily column introducing astrological charts would be popular?”
“If it’s a divination column about love, health, fortune, taboos, and the like, I think it would be very popular!”
Anna thought for a moment and gave an affirmative answer.
“That’s perfect then!”
Truman felt that as a generous Astrologer, he should promote the great and sacred cause of divination to the masses, not limit it to the meager earnings from the Divination Club.
If he chose to cooperate with a newspaper, then the entire city of Tingen’s citizens would become material for Truman’s Astrologer acting.
“If I get the chance, I might also go meet this Mr.
Lanevus.
I’m also quite interested in the high-quality mine he discovered in the Hornacis Mountains.”
“Since you’re full, let’s go.”
Truman led Anna out of the restaurant, heading for Wendell Street in the North District, where he had rented a single-family house.
“Um…
sir…”
But at that moment, Anna stopped, clutching her stomach with a pained expression.
Seeing that Anna’s pained expression didn’t seem fake, Truman supported the woman and opened his spiritual vision to observe Anna’s etheric body.
The yellow color around her stomach was somewhat dim…
This indicated that Anna’s stomach and intestines had some issues, so her expression now meant she had a stomach ache?
I happen to have a friend nearby.
He shouldn’t mind me bringing you to use his restroom.”
Truman smiled at Anna.
The maid’s physiological problem gave him a perfect excuse to visit Mr.
Moretti.
This wasn’t a waste of the 1 pound 5 soli’s worth of food he had treated Anna’s black-bread-tortured stomach to.
“Sir, where does your friend live?”
Anna leaned against Truman, clutching her stomach.
She was now barely able to move.
“Bear with it.
Their house is not far ahead—No.
2 Daffodil Street.”
Truman supported Anna to the entrance of a building with a gray-blue exterior and a multi-sided pyramidal roof.
“Hello, is Mr.
Klein Moretti home?”
Truman knocked gently on the door.
“Truman?
Ms.
Anna?”
“What’s this about?”
Klein looked at the two familiar faces who had suddenly shown up, somewhat puzzled.
He wasn’t sure why Truman was looking for him.
Was he trying to probe the Nighthawks team’s current movements through him?
“Long time no see, Klein.
I know this visit is a bit presumptuous, but could we borrow your restroom?”
Truman glanced at Anna, who was clutching his shoulder tightly, and gave a somewhat helpless smile.
“Huh?
Oh!
Of course, no problem.
Please come in!”
Klein opened his spiritual vision for a look, then led Truman and Anna inside.
This three-unit row house had no foyer—the entrance opened directly into a spacious living room.
“Melissa, could you please take Ms.
Anna to the restroom!”
Klein called out to his sister, who was busy in the kitchen.
He gestured for Truman to sit on the leather sofa in the living room.
“Please follow me.
The restroom is right across from the living room!” Get faster updates on g.com.
Seeing Anna clutching her stomach in pain, Melissa carefully supported her and left the living room.
“Truman, Melissa will take good care of Ms.
Anna.
You can sit for a while.”
“How did you know I live here?”
Klein led Truman to sit on the sofa, then asked curiously.
“I heard about it by chance.
I didn’t expect you to turn down the two interview opportunities that Instructor Azik recommended for you.”
“Whether it was the interview opportunity at Tingen University’s History Department or the one at Backlund University, either could change your fate.
You wasted two school recommendation letters in a row.”
Truman looked at Klein with a mix of disappointment and frustration.
“I had some urgent matters at the time and couldn’t make it to those two interviews.
Fortunately, my current job is pretty good—it’s enough to cover the 12 soli rent on Daffodil Street and my sister’s tuition.”
“What about you?
What kind of work are you doing after graduation?
Working for some big company?
Or serving as a private consultant for some congressman?”
Klein naturally wouldn’t say that he had been too afraid to attend the interviews at the two prestigious universities because his memories were incomplete after the transmigration.
“Oh, Klein, I did go interview at a few large shipping companies, but they said that due to the situation in the Southern Continent and the rampant pirates on the Berserk Sea, the company’s profits and business had shrunk significantly…”
“In short, they unceremoniously rejected my request for a weekly salary of 5 pounds, and pointed to the people waiting in line behind me for interviews, telling me that their salary requirements started as low as 1 pound per week, and that a prestigious university graduate like me should have some self-awareness and not aim too high!”
Truman complained to Klein with some indignation.
Although he had only gone to those shipping companies for interviews as a cover for being in the dock district, those arrogant HR staff had genuinely irritated him.
“The economy really is in bad shape.
My brother Benson also works at an import-export trading company.
Their company recently laid off nearly a third of its staff.
Benson was working himself to death before just to keep his job…”
Klein also sighed.
Benson was exactly the type of person those HR people were talking about—someone who would fight for a job paying 1 pound a week and work overtime.
Before Klein graduated and found a job, the entire family’s burden fell on Benson’s shoulders.
If Benson lost his job, both his and Melissa’s education would be cut short.
At this moment, the two graduates looked at each other and set aside their little schemes, letting out a heavy sigh together.
At that moment, the same thought practically surfaced in both transmigrators’ minds at once:
Take it or leave it.
If you don’t want it, someone else will.