Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

Yan was shocked; that was a thousand yuan!

In a situation where general salaries weren’t high, this was simply through the roof.

So she pushed the money back and replied in German, "This is too much, I can’t accept it. How about I take just a hundred?"

Even half a day for a hundred was ceiling level.

Frank and his companions were taken aback by Yan’s noble character.

She actually pushed the money back? It truly opened their eyes.

Their fondness for Yan reached its peak in an instant.

"Take it; we’re happy to give it. You’re worth this amount, you’ve helped us a lot," said Frank, who along with his companions from old noble families, really weren’t short on money.

If it weren’t for her today... the sick person might have been delayed.

Yan glanced at him and shook her head, "No need..."

Seeing her insistence, Frank made a compromise, "How about this, five hundred a day, and you take three hundred for today?"

Without waiting for Yan’s agreement, he pulled seven notes from the stack. "Here’s for tomorrow too."

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Having said that, he handed the money over to Yan.

At this point, Old Xu, standing by and understanding some of what was said through Song Cheng’s translation, spoke to Yan, "Since it’s a clear price, just take it."

If the foreigners themselves were offering, it was okay to accept.

Of course, their own translators didn’t make such high wages.

Their salary capped at US$ 150 a month, which even now was considered a high income, of course, that included a subsidy.

In the city, the teacher’s salary was ninety, plus a ten yuan subsidy.

In the towns, wages were even lower, and workers made only about fifty or sixty yuan, with subsidies totaling barely seventy.

In the city, even the workers earned more than those in the towns.

And Mr. Rong wasn’t part of their system... he was hired by these foreigners themselves.

What he was offered was what they willingly gave; it wasn’t their place to interfere, nor did it affect the overall situation.

Seeing that everyone spoke in this way, Yan would appear pretentious if she refused any further.

Thus, she accepted the money and said in German, "Danke!"

Afterward, she went back to the hotel by herself.

Just as she entered the hotel lobby, she coincidentally ran into Qin Ye coming out.

"Wife, you’re back!" Qin Ye’s eyes lit up when he saw Yan. He walked quickly to her, scanned her up and down to make sure she was alright, and then finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Yan hummed affirmatively, then asked, "Have you eaten?"

Qin shook his head, "Not yet... I just got back not long ago. Have you?"

"I’ve eaten. If you haven’t, you should go eat first."

"There’s no rush; I’m not very hungry. I can eat later," said Qin, glancing at her. "Let’s go back to the room first."

Yan nodded, "Okay."

The two returned to their hotel room together.

Qin couldn’t wait to ask, "Wife, what happened? What’s the situation?"

He’d just gotten back when the hotel employee told him... his wife had gone off to work as a translator for some foreigners.

He was completely baffled by the news.

Was this some kind of joke? His wife had only finished middle school, a translator for what?

His first thought was... his wife must’ve been scammed.

He immediately asked the employee where those foreigners had gone.

Unfortunately, no one knew.

After returning to his room, he saw the note... truth be told, he didn’t believe it at all!

How could his wife speak foreign languages?

In a frantic search outside and finding nothing, he had returned to see if she had come back.

If she hadn’t, he planned on utilizing his modest connections in the city, but just as he was about to leave, she had returned.

This truly eased his worries.

He really wanted to know what was going on.

"Wife, did you really go to work as a translator?"

Yan nodded, "Yes, I know German and English. I self-taught these languages in secret, learning from an old man in my neighborhood’s alley. He was taken to Hong Kong by his relatives last year... After that, I continued to study on my own..."

This was a story she fabricated based on the original host’s memories, although the part about the old man moving to Hong Kong was true.

Upon hearing this, Qin reflected and seemed to remember hearing something similar. That man was a high school foreign language teacher.

So that was it.

Although, still... it seemed plausible.

But was she not too brilliant? She could become a translator from self-study?

"Don’t believe me? I’ll give you a few phrases..." Yan demonstrated some German and then some English for him.

Qin: ...

My goodness, what luck he had.

He never expected to have married such an amazing person.

"Wife, you, you are brilliant!"

The word ’poor’ left him at a loss for other words of praise.

Yan also took out the money she earned today and she didn’t hide it... after all, she had spent quite a bit of his money today as well.

But what she made today was more than enough to repay him.

She didn’t mention paying him back, though.

His money was still in her hands; she would just replenish it later.

With what she would earn in the next few days... she could consider it seed money.

Upon seeing the money she brought out, Qin’s pupils constricted sharply; she earned it too easily.

"So much?"

Yan had actually been given more, but she’d only taken some.

Qin was momentarily dazed as he digested the news, then he exclaimed, "Indeed, foreigners’ money is easier to earn."

Yan nodded with a smile.

"In that case, since you’re going to continue tomorrow, why don’t we buy a few more outfits? The shops here are open until eleven tonight, so we have time to go later."

Yan considered it... that made sense, buy a few more formally decent outfits.

Today’s purchases had all been casual.

"Sure, after you’ve eaten, we can go."

Once bought and washed, considering how warm the night was, they would probably dry by tomorrow.

"I’m not too hungry for dinner, let’s go now and we can eat when we come back," said Qin, who wasn’t really hungry, and even if he was, it wouldn’t matter.

"Okay."

With that nod from Yan, Qin was ready to go.

The two of them then headed out together...

The night market here was incomparable to a small town’s.

It was bustling with a lot of people.

There were really a lot of vendors at night.

Since Yan wanted something of better quality, naturally she didn’t select from street stalls; they headed to the shops...

It was only at ten-thirty that evening that they returned to the hotel.

However, they had shopped together, and then came the question... how to sleep at night?

Yan looked at the large bed and couldn’t help feeling a slight headache...