[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter 22 Intrigue is really scary!

One sentence sums up my situation: if you don’t do it, you won’t die, and if you die, you have to bear the consequences of dying.

After expressing emotion, I still have to continue to look for a job. Finding a job is the top priority, otherwise I won’t be able to find a place for my next meal, and I might have to sleep on the street next night.

Beautiful appearance and dignified demeanor are always powerful weapons. Relying on her external advantages, Jane quickly found a place to stay in a certain restaurant, was honorably promoted to be a waitress, and even got to know a group of similar age girls after work Girl, as at Longbourne and Meryton, Jane got on well with most people.

During the day, she served wine and food to the guests, and waited for orders; at night, she washed and did chores in the kitchen, and she did not suffer unbearable difficulties, except that she had a backache, a sore back, and swollen ankles after a long day of work. In addition, life can be described as beautiful.

Every day is no different from any previous day.

On a cold and windy morning, Jane struggled and shivered to poke her head out of the thin and damp quilt, tied up her apron, and started another lackluster working day.

"Are you unwell, Lisa?"

"I have a headache... Dear Janet, can you help me bring this bottle of wine to the table by the window?" Lisa pleaded pitifully with her eyes wide open.

"Happy to serve you, Lisa, sleep soundly at night, and Jane Bennet will cook you soup."

"You're always so kind, Jane!" Lisa planted a kiss on her cheek.

When Jane poured the wine into the glasses of the guests, the eyes of a young man present lit up—he had found fresh prey.

Black hair and black eyes, tall, handsome face, thick lips, loose skin, just like all the overindulgent and extravagant sons and daughters.Jane lowered her eyelids slightly, and saw through this man like a glass.

He thought he was looking suavely at Jane, and said in a low voice, "Delicate flowers, why does God have the heart to let them drift in the dust?"

"Because God wants flowers to add color to the dust." Jane smiled solemnly, as serious as a Presbyterian. "Is there anything else you want, sir?"

The man took out a ten pound note and stuffed it into Jane's apron. A pair of hands with loose muscles lingered on her lap for a few seconds, and smiled ambiguously: "I live on the first floor of the Wellington National Hotel. Facing the street, you can see the golden curtains hanging in the house from the outside. Why don't you make the luxury hotel more colorful, beautiful lady? John Reed welcomes you at any time." He grabbed her hand, holding it gracefully and artificially , while slowly rubbing, pretending to be calm and showing off the gemstone-studded ring on his finger.

"There must be many beautiful ladies who want to visit your house, Mr. Reed." Jane withdrew her hand calmly, curtseyed in accordance with the regulations, and left leisurely.

God of time travel, how much she wanted to give this flamboyant slut a good beating, smashing the wine bottle, wine glass and tray on that malicious face! —by the way, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and emptying all the pounds in his criminal pockets.

Back in the room allocated by the hotel—four single beds crammed into a cramped space—Jane stared at the ten pound note affectionately, with a green light in her sky-blue eyes.

——She hasn't seen such a large denomination bill for a long time.

"How are you feeling, Lisa? Are you feeling better?" After reading the banknotes, she was going to see her sick companion.

Lisa snorted lightly, but said nothing.

Jane is baffled, is it because of the little friend that women must visit every month?Or was Lisa so distressed that she could only express her tormented pain in "huh"?She couldn't figure it out, so she had to cook soup and put it on Lisa's bedside table, and then she was busy with her own work-embroidering cross-stitch.

Just as I embroidered a leaf, I heard Lisa and another girl whispering from the opposite bed——

"Who cares about her fake love, hum!"

"Don't worry about it so much, Lisa, they cooked soup to compensate you!"

"Compensation! Compensation... It's ridiculous! Just relying on your good looks to seduce men everywhere, trying to climb up to a rich man and reach the sky in one step, it's wishful thinking! You son of a bitch!"

"That's not necessarily true. Who told her to look like a man who can seduce a man? Maybe some rich young master was bewitched by her and married her immediately after losing his mind!"

Jane was dumbfounded, and there was no response to the needle pricking her hand.

How could the plot of house fighting and palace fighting appear in a famous western book?

"Listen, Lily, the ten pounds should have been mine! Her conscience was eaten by the dogs! I used to be so kind to her, God!"

Jane's hand froze in mid-air.

Later, Jane Bennet forged a pair of iron teeth and copper teeth through hard work, capable of analyzing any provocation, slander, slander, open and hidden arrows, smacking of guns and sticks and malicious insinuations in detail. After peeling off the cocoon and throwing it back, with an elegant attitude that can't find a single fault and a domineering majesty that cannibalize people without spit out bones, the other party is speechless, blushing, and looking for teeth...

But at this moment, Jane Baozi Bennet is immersed in "the girl under the same roof who has always claimed to be a 'best friend' can turn against her 'best friend' for ten pounds" and cannot extricate herself from it. .

She doesn't blame Lisa very much. After all, Lisa has a father who is seriously ill and bedridden, and has several younger brothers and sisters who depend on her to support her. This is the right thing, not face-to-face ridicule and slander...

If it was the past, Jane would probably go forward to review it gently and considerately, and then return the money from "selling her appearance" intact... But this bun has been polished and become more and more cold and hard.

Well, I was going to give you five pounds, and since you do, Lisa Jackson, I'll spare you all sympathy and pity, and you won't get a shilling or even a penny.

Baozi, who finally stood up strong, snorted arrogantly, and the next day, with a huge sum of ten pounds wrapped up, he resigned and left without seeing or worrying.

It's not that she has become cold-hearted and hardened, but she has gradually learned that she must not just give in and resist, otherwise she will only be bullied.

Backing down for fear of trouble will only lead to more trouble.

But... Although she is no longer allowed to be flattened and rounded, at present, Jane's attribute is still buns.

This society is terrible... She carried her luggage and made summaries and testimonials in her heart as she walked.

Ten pounds, just ten pounds... Some people carelessly give away ten pounds as a tip, but some people fight for the ten pounds, wishing that you eat me and I eat you.

...In short, this society is terrible! ——BY Jane who lacks social experience, hard buns, more and more small and fresh, Bennett.

Once upon a time, there was a steamed stuffed bun that was unwilling to be bought by a rich customer. It left the warm steamed stuffed bun shop with the desire to go away. Under the tempering of travel, the coveting of wild dogs, and the contemptuous eyes of steamed buns and steamed buns, Being polished harder and harder, stronger and stronger.

Baozi's favorite song in the past was a small and fresh song such as "LemonTree", but now the song she hums most often... has a tough and inspirational style.

With the spirit of "crossing the Yalu River with arrogance and high spirits", she followed the rhythm and sang as she walked.

"Men stand up straight and don't get down on the ground. Tears are not easily wiped away, even if the bumpy storm ahead hits my cheek... A man is not afraid of suffering, and he has a dream in his heart to go to the world..."

"Brother, you've lost weight, and you look tired. The dust and dust along the way can't cover the cheeks of time. Brother, you have changed, you have become silent..."

"Yeah, we have all changed and become realistic. We no longer say those young and passionate words. Brothers, we are all like stones rolling down a hillside, and our fangs have been worn out in the bumps..."

"Brother hug me, tell me what's in your heart, and talk about your grievances and vicissitudes over the years. Hug me brother, and shed tears if you have tears, and shed all the bitterness and bitterness buried deep in these years..."

She was humming a tune, but she couldn't find anyone to tell her, so she wiped away her tears with her sleeves, hugged her arms tightly, and strode forward on the perennially foggy and humid road in the cold wind of Northwest England. .

On the road of no return for women and men, stride forward.

Xiongqi Baozi turned to the north and came to Glasgow in the north.

It is said that Glasgow people are warm and hospitable, humorous and have a strong accent. Glasgow is also a famous city of tourism, culture and architecture.

On the first day Jane came to Glasgow, she met a hospitable, humorous and fat lady with a strong accent.

With five jeweled rings on her left hand and a bracelet thicker than a sausage on her fat arm, this good lady looked like a newmoney who had just entered the ranks of the rich.Jane doesn't despise the upstart class, she just thinks that this good lady promotes her own class characteristics too much, lest people in the world will not know.

Mrs. Hao enthusiastically invited Jane to her house as a guest, and expressed her understanding that she would introduce work to Jane.

Jane gratefully ate fried chicken, bacon and fried eggs, and was wiping her oily mouth with a napkin when an old man with gray hair and glasses appeared from the door, sat down next to Jane, and talked to her with a smile. chat.

And the good wife has disappeared.

Alarm bells were ringing in her heart, and Jane smiled and dealt with the old gentleman. She found an opportunity to express that she needed to respond to the call of nature, and broke through the window of the bathroom with her bare hands to escape.

As a result, all her luggage was left with the rich lady who was eager to help her solve life problems. Fortunately, ten pounds and a dozen shillings, as well as family letters were still hidden close to her body. Fortunately, only a little blood was shed from her hands. No big deal.

When she was helpless and helpless, Jane finally decided to take the creator and j□j god of this world——Jane Austen—to have an operation.

She bought a few dozen quills and paper and made a permanent stop at a café like JK Rowling.

——The winter in the north of England is very cold, and coffee is much cheaper than firewood.

A month later, "Pride and Prejudice" with changed names of places and people appeared in the serial pages of local newspapers.

Another week later, Jane moved into a small apartment in slightly better condition.

She drew the curtains and locked the door. With cold and stiff hands, she touched the astronomical one hundred pound note over and over again, which was wet with sweat in her palm, smiling like she had been beaten countless times. , Finally cheated on the fox who stole the chicken once, but tears rolled out of Wanwan's eyes.