Substituto tão bem-sucedido que o suspeito implorou para eu trabalhar [Anos 90]

In the final second before losing consciousness, Wang Xuejiao’s last thought was: “Am I about to die? At least I won’t have to go to work anymore…”

Wang Xuejiao’s brief life had truly been eventful.

Economic downturns meant she was always caught between layoffs and companies going bankrupt.

To make a living, she had worked in countless fields—whatever was popular, she tried it.

Her greatest strength was her quick learning and remarkable resilience; when pushed to the edge, she could master almost anything except mathematics.

All in all, finding entry-level jobs was never difficult for her.

When she had a job, she complained about it; when she lost a job, she scrambled to find another.

Her life toggled endlessly between “How annoying, I have to get up for work again” and “Oh no, better hurry and find something to do.”

Before the thought of “no more work” could fade, she suddenly heard a strange voice:

“It’s already eight o’clock, why aren’t you up yet? You haven’t gotten the milk, and you want to be late on your first day?”

So, sudden death was only a dream after all. She still had to work, still had credit card bills to pay; Wang Xuejiao sighed inwardly, helpless.

She remembered there was a meeting this morning, something about advancing a project, and arguing with several departments?

The presentation was finished; she’d stayed up working until two a.m. She sent it to her boss, but hadn’t received any feedback… Oh, wait, it wasn’t that her boss didn’t reply—she’d gotten up to pour water,