Chapter 153: Where to Buy Milk Tea?

Chapter 153: Where to Buy Milk Tea?

"This… is everything you said really true?"

Liang Fen never expected that what she had assumed was a scam call turned out to be genuine charity.

"This is the police station. I'd be asking for trouble if I were lying to you."

Of course, all of Meilin's statements were authentic. She had carefully evaluated the data, arriving at an amount she deemed most appropriate.

"Well… I've never requested help from any charitable fund. How did you find me?"

Even legitimate charities typically wait to be contacted. Why had this one sought her out so deliberately?

"Miss, you're the owner of the Forget-Your-Sorrow Milk Tea Shop."

Meilin had no intention of letting Yun Zijin remain an unsung hero. Since Miss Yun had done a good deed, it was only fair for people to know. Otherwise, online trolls might falsely accuse her of being wealthy yet unkind.

"So it was Miss Yun behind it all…"

Liang Fen could hardly imagine that the one quietly helping her was Yun Zijin, whom she had met only once.

They were neither relatives nor long-time friends, yet Miss Yun was so generous!

"These are the documents you need to fill out. If you're worried, you may ask them—" Meilin gestured toward Officer J standing nearby, "—to verify everything."

Officer J had listened to their entire conversation and was well aware of the context.

"No need! I believe Miss Yun!"

Liang Fen felt that asking Officer J to double-check would be an affront to Yun Zijin's kindness.

Still, even though Liang Fen felt it unnecessary, Officer J upheld protocol and picked up the paperwork Meilin had set on the table, reviewing the contents.

Naturally, there was nothing amiss in Meilin's documents. Even Officer J, upon scanning the funding requirements and the listed tiers, was astonished by the generosity.

"There's genuinely no problem. If you're comfortable with this, you can sign."

Guided by Meilin, Liang Fen wrote her name without hesitation.

"This copy is for you. The funds will be deposited into your bank account by 6 p.m. today. Please verify when you can."

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

Fifty thousand yuan a month was enough to support two people in the capital if they were frugal.

"Don't thank me; thank Miss Yun."

"Yes, yes, yes—I'll go thank her in person tomorrow!"

Upon hearing Meilin's reminder, Liang Fen felt even more grateful. If not for Miss Yun, she couldn't fathom how she and her son would manage in the capital.

With the paperwork done, Meilin took her own copies and departed swiftly, her efficiency evident.

Watching Meilin go, Liang Fen silently resolved that, even if Miss Yun decided not to hire her, she would still drop by the milk tea shop to help whenever possible. At the very least, she was quite adept at serving tea and keeping things tidy.

Forget-Your-Sorrow Milk Tea Shop

Yun Zijin had no clue about Meilin's short detour to the police station, but the recruitment drive proceeded smoothly.

Because Wangyou (Forget-Your-Sorrow) Milk Tea offered high salaries—including full insurance, a housing fund, a base salary, plus a 0.1% commission on sales—its job listings were extremely appealing. Weekend shifts paid double, holiday shifts paid triple, and employees received eight rotating days off monthly. Anyone working through a public holiday could later take equivalent days off.

Many formal companies couldn't match these perks, but Wangyou Milk Tea could. Yun and Qin Sitong genuinely didn't want to be exploitative bosses and hoped, if conditions allowed, to give staff the best possible treatment.

In the first round of interviews, Qin Sitong quickly selected Liang Fen. When she received Yun Zijin's call announcing she was hired, Liang Fen was so overwhelmed she was momentarily speechless.

To facilitate coordination, Qin Sitong created a WeChat group for the owners and employees of Wangyou Milk Tea:

Si Tong Is Not Four-Tong:

Hello, everyone! First, welcome to our big Wangyou Milk Tea family!

Here's the shift schedule that Boss Yun and I have drafted. Two people for the morning shift and two for the evening shift, starting tomorrow.

We'll switch schedules every week: whoever is on days this week will be on nights next week.

If you need time off, notify me one day in advance. Sound good? SchedulePic.jpgSchedulePic.jpgSchedulePic.jpg

Since Qin Sitong would manage the milk tea shop, Yun took a quiet, behind-the-scenes role in the group.

Liang Fen:

Boss Qin, that works fine for me!

Her son was quiet and could take care of himself at home, so the schedule posed no issue.

Morning shift ran 9 a.m. to noon and 2 p.m. to 6 p.m.; evening shift 12 p.m. to 3 p.m. and 5 p.m. to 9 p.m.

Nine wasn't early, nor was nine at night too late—fairly reasonable hours for a milk tea shop.

Unlike shops open until 11 p.m., which felt unsafe for female staff, 9 p.m. was comparatively friendly.

The other three employees likewise agreed. The setup gave them seven-hour shifts with minimal overtime. Though it involved two shifts, it beat those "7-hour" jobs that often forced staff to stay until midnight.

Si Tong Is Not Four-Tong:

Great, then it's settled. Sort out who's on mornings or evenings this week. Next Monday, we swap.

With that, Qin Sitong stopped messaging in the group, leaving the four employees to introduce themselves and arrange shifts.

Affiliated Hospital of the Dijing JUN Military Base

Had Qin Sitong or Yun Zijin been there, they would have recognized the old man in the ward sipping the distinctive milk tea from their shop.

After a single sip, the elderly man closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the moment. The onlookers nearby watched his condition anxiously, a mix of hope and trepidation.

A while later, the old man finally opened his eyes, glancing intently—despite his frail gaze—toward the young man at the bedside.

Who else but the quiet youth with calluses on his thumbs, the same one Yun had noticed?

"Xiao Jiang, where'd you get this milk tea?"

Though somewhat unusual in color, it was unmistakably milk tea.

"It's called 'Forget-Your-Sorrow Milk Tea,' purchased at a shop by that name. It's their signature. How do you feel after drinking it?"

He, too, had tried it once, and after experiencing its subtlety, decided to buy a cup for his old superior. The doctor had repeatedly said the old soldier's deteriorating condition stemmed from prolonged depression, so the youth had hoped the special milk tea might lighten his gloom.

"Do you have that milk tea shop's contact info? I'd like to meet its owner."

Memories conjured by the older man sipping "Forget-Your-Sorrow Milk Tea" would undoubtedly differ from an average person's. Who knew why he suddenly wished to see Miss Yun—and what might come of it?

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