Chapter 4: You Are A Nobody!!!
"It would be ten dollars."
Rob grimaced slightly and used the mobile app on his phone to scan the payment. Ironically, finance was one of the areas this world was advanced compared to earth.
In fact, the phone in his hand didn’t exactly look like a smartphone, but it did have a QR scanner. If he had been a little technically savvy, he would be breaking his brain to find how it worked. But, to a man like him, it was yet another thing that you use but don’t exactly understand.
It had been a week since Rob attended his disastrous interview. He knew that he had to make a decision soon. Usually, in a transmigration novel, the protagonist would already found a good job and would be using his cheat to earn money by now.
Three weeks had gone by since he was relocated to this body, and yet, Rob is still to obtain a job or find a cheat for him to miraculously overturn his fate overnight. It left a sour taste in his mouth and he lamented to himself that he must have been the most pitiful transmigrator to ever exist.
The most worrying part about his current situation was that the savings of the original owner of the body were running out. At most, he could manage another one or two weeks before he becomes destitute. It was not a situation he wanted to be in.
The week after the interview, Rob had been in a crazed state. After his humiliating ejection from the interview, he had been obsessed with getting into the pro-wrestling circle. As a result, for the past week, he had been searching online for any pro-wrestling-related job to apply for.
The funny thing about these kinds of obsessed states was that the fuel in which they run is pure motivation and obsession. Reality is a harsh taskmaster and the rebellious feelings he had towards the world were promptly stomped out when he met closed doors one after another in succession.
Currently, he was running on fumes. Unwilling to concede defeat; yet unable to make an inch of progress. It was a harsh place to be in. If he had the mindset of the original owner, who had just turned twenty, he would be glad to stake it all and duke it out with reality with a burning passion.
Alas, his mind was of someone who was in his late-thirties. An age when even passionate people would become pragmatists. His life experiences told him that relying on dumb luck to gain an entry into the pro-wrestling circle was a fool’s quest.
He needed money to survive. He needed money to put his plans into action. If he wanted to concentrate on pro-wrestling alone, then he must have sufficient capital to bank his time and effort into it. Unfortunately, one needed a stable job to earn such insurance first. His dwindling supply of cash was like the cold, hard slap of reality.
When he had transmigrated, the original owner was working as a delivery driver. In his haze during his early days, he had not paid attention to his job. As a result, he had already been fired from the job and was now currently unemployed.