There were quite a few new additions to the character panel.
A blue question mark had appeared after the name, indicating the current predicament of the panel’s owner.
White’s was particularly simple—just one word: money.
Below that, beneath the identity section, was a newly added relationship chart. It spanned four generations—from grandparents, to parents, to the person themselves, to children.
But looking at the empty slots on the tree diagram, Zhao Zhenzhen felt that this relationship chart could probably be upgraded later on, and might eventually include friends, colleagues, and others as well.
Moreover, the chart thoughtfully color-coded the names.
Those who had passed away were in stone gray. When she tried clicking on a name, it popped up with the words 【Deceased】.
White’s grandparents and parents were all gray.
【Life Memory: Movie Viewing】 had been upgraded to 【Life Retrospection】, with no more usage limits. But it still showed the moments that were most deeply etched in the person’s memory, or the life segments that had the greatest impact on their life. Both good and bad.
【Life Simulation】 had also changed, upgraded to 【Life Projection】, with the number of uses increased from once to three times.
Zhao Zhenzhen had an intuitive sense of what this meant—for instance, when a person stood at a crossroads in life, hesitating between several choices laid out before them, choosing different paths would lead to different futures.
That was quite interesting.
Unfortunately, her own panel remained bare.
Why was it that she could see other people’s detailed information, but her own was so vague?
Zhao Zhenzhen thought about it, and stubbornly clicked on her own character panel again.
Still only three items: 【Name, Age, and Identity】.
“What do you want to ask about?” Zhao Zhenzhen said.
“Money?” White had just opened his mouth when Mrs. Dalins slapped him on the back of the head.
White rubbed the back of his head and shut up.
“I don’t know either. Why not just calculate his recent situation?” Mrs. Dalins glared fiercely at her younger brother, but when she turned to Zhao Zhenzhen, her voice became soft and gentle.
It was that vague?
Well, that made sense. Many people who went to fortune-tellers or diviners were themselves confused, so naturally they couldn’t articulate exactly what was wrong or what they wanted to ask.
“Actually, what he said earlier about wanting to ask about money—that was his honest thought.” Zhao Zhenzhen said to Mrs. Dalins.
White raised an eyebrow in surprise, his expression turning a bit more serious.
“Money… let’s treat it as career, shall we?” Zhao Zhenzhen said.
“Alright.” White thought for a moment, then said, “I have two jobs right now—one as an electrician, and another doing cleaning at the fire department.”
“I previously asked a friend to help me find out if there was any work available. I want to know if it’ll work out.”
Zhao Zhenzhen looked at White’s identity section: Electrician / Former Firefighter / Night Security Guard at Supermarket.
“You used to be a firefighter?”
White’s eyes widened slightly. He had only said he did cleaning at the fire department, yet Zhao Zhenzhen was asking if he used to be a firefighter?!
He turned his head to look at his sister and niece. “Did you two tell her about that?”
Mrs. Dalins and Kate also looked astonished. Upon hearing White’s question, they shook their heads repeatedly.
“No! We…” Mrs. Dalins glanced quickly at Zhao Zhenzhen, then changed her wording, “Zhao is rather quiet. We haven’t had time to talk about these things.”
Mm-hmm, right. Before today, they hadn’t really been familiar with each other at all.
Her memory could attest to that.
Zhao Zhenzhen nodded.
“…Alright,” White took a deep breath and murmured, “I’m starting to believe it now. So, will my career go smoothly?”
“I’m not sure if it counts as smooth,” Zhao Zhenzhen said, “but you do have a job as a nighttime security guard at the supermarket.”
Mrs. Dalins gasped excitedly, pressing both hands on White’s shoulders and shaking him vigorously a few times. “Did you hear that? White? So don’t worry about your bills anymore.”
White was pretty excited too. He downed the remaining red wine in his glass. “Alright,” he said, rubbing his hands on his jeans and looking at Zhao Zhenzhen expectantly. “So when do I get this job?”
Zhao Zhenzhen glanced at the panel. “You’ve already got it.”
The moment she finished speaking, a phone rang, startling White and the others.
Mrs. Dalins clasped her hands together against her chest. “White, who’s calling?”
“Mike.” White stared at his phone. “I asked him to keep an eye out for jobs for me.”
Mrs. Dalins covered her mouth in surprise.
Kate grew anxious and urged her uncle, “What are you waiting for? Answer the phone! See what he has to say!”
Only then did White snap back to his senses. He fumbled to answer the call, his voice trembling as he spoke into the receiver. “Hello…”
Phones these days weren’t soundproof—if the volume was up, anyone standing nearby could hear what the person on the other end was saying.
Mike’s voice came through in a hip-hop style complaint. “Why’d you take so long to answer? You weren’t high or something, were you?”
“No, no! Mike, what did you need me for?” He held his breath, waiting for the answer.
“What else could it be? Hey man, I can only say you’re incredibly lucky.” Mike shouted loudly. “You know the supermarket on XX Street, right? They’re in desperate need of a nighttime security guard. Can you come over now? Come now and sign the contract immediately—you start tonight!”
White nodded vigorously. “Yes! Yes! I’ll head over right now!”
He thanked his buddy a few more times before hanging up.
Mrs. Dalins, who had already been getting worked up on the sidelines, immediately grabbed Kate and wrapped her arms around White.
The three of them hugged together, so overjoyed they were nearly incoherent.
It seemed this job that had fallen out of nowhere really was a huge help to White.
Zhao Zhenzhen was infected by the trio’s happiness, watching them with a grin from the side.
Mrs. Dalins caught her eye and, with a look of deep affection, said, “Oh… you little sweetheart,” and pulled her into a hug.
She squeezed her tightly and shook her a few times, then kept kissing her face.
Between kisses she said, “You’re such a little angel. You’ve been a huge help.”
Kate was stifling laughter on the side.
It was just that Zhao’s expression was too amusing.
She looked like a cat that had been trotting by, only to be suddenly scooped up and thoroughly ruffled.
With her fur all mussed up, she stood there wide-eyed and dazed.
“Alright, alright. Mom, shouldn’t Uncle be heading out soon?” Kate said.
“Right, right, right!” Mrs. Dalins quickly released Zhao Zhenzhen and began instructing White, who was about to leave, to be careful on the road, watch his safety, not drive too fast, and so on and so forth.
White listened to his sister’s nagging with a smile, not finding it annoying at all—whatever she said, he just nodded in agreement.
Before leaving, he hugged each family member in turn, and finally Zhao Zhenzhen.
“Thank you! Thank you so much!” White gripped Zhao Zhenzhen’s hand tightly.
“You’re welcome, you’re welcome. The important thing matters most. Go on and get to it.”
Only then did White leave.
Zhao Zhenzhen wanted to help clean up the dishes, but Mrs. Dalins stopped her, warmly telling her not to bother—she’d handle it herself.
She told her she could watch TV if she wanted, or head back to her room to rest if she preferred.
If you have clothes that need washing, take them down and put them in the laundry basket.
“You can take a shower first.” Kate waved the script in her hand and smiled at Zhao Zhenzhen. “I’ll memorize my lines first.”
“Then… I’ll go shower first?”
“Go on, go on.”
Only then did Zhao Zhenzhen head upstairs. It wasn’t until she was back in her room that she noticed the difference from her memories—Mrs. Dalins hadn’t reminded her this time not to take too long in the shower?!
So this was the power of the Golden Finger?
Zhao Zhenzhen was starting to warm up to it.
Especially when she counted the money she’d earned today—she warmed up to it even more.
352 dollars!
Zhao Zhenzhen clutched the money and stared blankly for a while before it slowly dawned on her that she’d really earned a month’s rent in just one afternoon.
She lived here, and the monthly rent was 350.
Her predecessor had gone out looking for odd jobs before, and Zhao Zhenzhen had learned from her memories about New York’s prices and wage levels in the year 2000.
They were paid weekly. An ordinary person’s wages combined would only amount to 1,000–1,500 dollars a month.
Just 250 dollars could feed a family of three very well for a month.
The kind where they could have fresh fruit and vegetables at every meal.
Now Zhao Zhenzhen had earned over 300 dollars in a single afternoon!
That was equivalent to a regular person working an entire week!
“Sure enough, the ways to make money are all written in the criminal code.” Zhao Zhenzhen counted the money again.
Over 300 of those dollars were the “tips” that Jin and his crew had given her!
The remaining 35 dollars were what she’d exchanged using her experience points.
Speaking of experience points, Zhao Zhenzhen opened her panel and found the extra 1 experience point at the bottom.
That was what she’d gotten from telling White’s fortune earlier.
…Right, she didn’t know what to call it, so she simply turned a blind eye and vaguely accepted it as “fortune-telling.”
With spare money in hand, Zhao Zhenzhen wasn’t in a hurry to exchange that 1 experience point.
She planned to save it and see if there were any other uses.
Tomorrow, when she went out to set up her stall, as long as she did readings for 10 people, the rent problem would be solved in no time.
Lights off, time to sleep! Hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow!