Chapter 768

Chapter 768

Christina couldn't resist the money and agreed pleasantly.

“They pay you to work for the students’ union?”

After Christina returned to the dorm in the evening and told the story to her roommates, Crystal

was surprised. She'd never heard such a thing before.

Even May, the former president of the students’ union, frowned and asked, “Who told you that?

Where does the money come from?”

The school funded most of the activities, and even if it had sponsors, students were not usually paid.

“Do you mean they fooled me?”

Christina's face darkened and her voice was dripping with anger.

May wasn't sure about it so she called the current president of the students’ union who was a friend

of hers to find things out.

May sounded serious so the person over the line explained the situation to her in minute detail.

“The president and other teacher leaders have given their consents. Apart from us, two other

schools are receiving the same financial aid. I was confused too but the president said a company

sponsors the activity and offers salary for every student who helps organize it.”

May asked suspiciously, “What company?”

“I don't know, but it must be a super-rich one. In addition to the activity, it also donated an indoor

swimming pool and a new experimental building to our school, as well as supporting multimedia

equipment. I also heard that it donated more than ten million dollars to the students’ fund.” The guy

told May everything he knew.

May was shocked.

That was an absurdly rich sponsor.

“This company insists on paying the students helping organize the activity, so the president agreed

happily.”

He didn't understand why, but it's a principle that who got money took control.

May hung up with a complicated expression

Christina stomped to her and asked, “How's it? Was I fooled?”

May answered after a moment of daze, “It's strange.”

"Anyway, I won't go if they don't pay me,” Christina said in a snobbish tone, “I'm going to work at

the milk tea shop.”

Cindy sighed. As a study slacker, she didn't have the chance to work for the students’ union. “It's our

final year, Christina. I think it's good to do something for the school.”

If she was invited, she would go through thick and thin for the school.

But nobody invited a lesser mortal like her.

In contrast, Christina was selfish.

“Well, I beat the check in a restaurant on the Eastern Road last month,” Christina started her

embarrassing story expressionlessly, “My aunt is sick and needs to take her medicine every day. Her

medicine costs more than six grand per month.”

She paused and continued, “I got her pills from the hospital every time so she still thinks they only

cost two grand per month.”

May, Crystal, and Cindy all gaped at her.

“What about the four grand?”

“I have my upkeep, scholarship, and salaries from teaching students during vacations. I also sold a

watch.”

Christina sounded serene instead of sad. She just regretted only taking a watch with her when she

left the Dickens family. She should've taken more valuable things with her.

“Then how do you feed yourself?”

They knew that Christina was poor, but how poor she was surprised them.

“I eat bread and water,” Christina said, “The canteen is raising the price again. Damn it.”

Last month, she'd hung around the Eastern Road to find a part-time job. Most stores refused her

after knowing that she was a high school student. She had been eating bread and water since the

beginning of school and skipped meals sometimes. She'd been ravenous and passed a restaurant

where people ordered sumptuous dishes but left without even finishing half of them. She'd decided

to have a feast right on the spot.

“I was starving. I wanted to find a job in restaurants, but none of them wanted me. I was pissed off

and decided to dine and dash. I'd have the strength to run after I got full.”

Christina got a point there. May and the others felt sorry for her but also found her story hilarious.

“All the dishes I ordered were expensive, and the staff of the restaurant noticed me once I took to

my heels. They

chased after me for a long time. I climbed up a tree and was scared.”

Christina said the word scared in an unfazed way.

It was more a humiliating experience than a scary one for her.

How had she wound up beating the check? Those in the family used to wheedle her into eating

when she'd been a little girl.

Even Cindy quieted down and looked at her sympathetically.

Christina continued, “I hid on that tree all afternoon. After the guys from the restaurant left, I

jumped down from the tree but hit a rich man. He knocked his head on the ground. I don't know if

he got injured.”

"He was dressed in expensive clothes. The shirt he wore that day was worth more than thirty

thousand dollars. I stayed in school those days for fear that he came to settle the score with me.”

Crystal gasped, “Thirty thousand dollars? Was that shirt made of gold?”

Christina wasn't surprised. She had seen a lot of luxuries since she was a child.

That man simply had impressed her as very wealthy.

Wealthy people were fussy, so she had run away immediately without even looking at that guy.

May had intended to soothe Christina but her upbeat voice made her laugh at last.

It seemed that Christina would never be bothered by anything.

Cindy climbed up to her bunk and took out her allowance. She handed it to Christina and said, “Take

it.”

“No, thanks.”

Christina pushed her hand back, averting her head from Franklin's head on the dollar bill.

“You're so poor, Christina. I have to give you some money or my conscience will gnaw at me.”

Cindy was straightforward. Although she was a bit crazy sometimes, she was warm-hearted. “You

can't only eat bread. I can buy you meals but how are you going to afford your aunt's medicine?”

Christina did not feel miserable at all. She waved her hand and said, “I will work it out myself. Maybe

I can sell my grandfather's old house.” The only problem was that the deed of the house was in the

Dickens family, and the last thing she wanted to do was to go back there.”

Actually, she was not broke. Her father Donald transferred money to her account every month.

She'd never checked it but it must be a staggering amount of money.

Her aunt had fallen out with her father so Christina thought taking the money her father gave her

was betraying her aunt. Therefore, she would ignore that card unless it was an emergency.

She'd been so busy recently that she desperately hoped she could split herself into two persons.

She was invited to host the joint event of the three schools so fittings and rehearsals followed. She

thought about asking for leave from the milk tea shop, but eventually, she didn't, since she didn't

want to give up the salary.

She had classes during the day and rehearsals in the evening, so her work time in the milk tea shop

was scheduled to three in the morning.

People gossiped about her in school but the rumors never stayed on her mind. She was hellbent on

making money now. People also talked about the sponsor who made a sensation by donating a few

buildings and more than ten million dollars to their school.

Christina was not very interested in that. She just thought it would be terrific if she could be that

wealthy.

What a pipe dream!

She was not a daydreamer and believed in doing her job well. When she was making milk tea, she

wondered from time to time why such a small bubble milk tea shop could attract so many

customers.

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