“Oh.” Lin Qiao spoke honestly: “How can going to Japan compare to the importance of this opportunity?”
“By the way.” She remembered something and sat back down, “Last time didn’t you ask where I get my material? I want to recommend an app to you. It’s very niche and obscure, but particularly useful for word workers like us who especially need other people’s life experiences and work experiences.”
She sat back down and presented it like a treasure, recommending an app—Hangjia.
“This one. You can book one-on-one consultations with experts from any profession or field.”
Shen Qianzhan looked at it with some curiosity, her expression doubtful.
Seeing her disbelief, Lin Qiao pulled up her consultation order history: “Look, for the last script about the female legal devil, I found this strategist. And before that, psychological counselor, HR from financial listed companies, senior market managers for big data products from certain East and certain Treasure companies…”
“Su Zan also registered an account. I even took screenshots and saved them.” She switched to her photo album and showed her the image.
With this glance, Shen Qianzhan almost vomited blood.
Su Zan—Film Industry Agent, Senior Rich Second Generation. Expertise: Creating and managing internet celebrities, how to squander family fortune, daily life of rich second generations, how to become a professional money-spender rich second generation.
Lin Qiao rarely found someone to gossip with, blinked her eyes, and gestured for her to look at the consultation data below: “600 yuan per consultation session, and more than twenty people actually booked consultations.”
Shen Qianzhan smiled, a polite yet not lacking in awkwardness smile: “Su Zan’s brain isn’t working well. Stay away from him in the future.”
After Lin Qiao left, Shen Qianzhan registered a guest account.
“Hangjia” featured various professions. Even a profession as niche as watch restoration had a sparse three practitioners.
Shen Qianzhan filtered by region. Only one was located in Beijing—the founder of Time Hall, certified as Vice Chairman of the Beijing Watch Collection Association.
She cautiously checked the reviews, hesitated repeatedly, and booked a one-on-one phone consultation.
Thinking the response wouldn’t come quickly, she set this matter aside temporarily and prepared to leave work.
Unexpectedly.
Just as Shen Qianzhan got in her second-hand BMW and drove onto the elevated highway, Hangjia’s call came through.
She paid the fee, connected to the car’s Bluetooth, and began the call.
The other person’s voice sounded about the same age as her, bright and clear. He first introduced himself, then asked what aspect of watches Shen Qianzhan needed to consult about.
Shen Qianzhan said: “Watch restoration.”
The other person hesitated and asked: “Do you have a broken watch and need to understand restoration content, or do you want me to provide advice or precautions regarding watch restoration?”
Shen Qianzhan’s mind went blank for a moment.
Her purpose was simple—she wanted to find an expert well-versed in this field who could provide professional help and guidance for the project. When the other person detailed the question and asked her specific questions, she suddenly couldn’t think of anything to ask.
While she was hesitating, the other person painfully urged: “Thirty minutes costs 400 yuan. What you’re wasting isn’t just time but also money…”
Shen Qianzhan, accustomed to splurging daily, didn’t feel heartbroken at all. Stuck in rush hour traffic, she said unhurriedly: “Then tell me about the problems watches commonly have.”
The other person was certain she was there to waste time and money, sighed, and answered: “There are many reasons for that. Water damage, dead batteries, or weak watch movement, balance wheel stopping immediately. With mechanical things like this, the biggest problem is simply that time stops running. It’s not always possible to know the cause of the malfunction; you need to disassemble the watch and check the parts to determine how to repair it.”
He muttered: “I’m not an expert in restoration. If you asked me how to appreciate watches or which watches have collection value, these thirty minutes might be worth the ticket price.”
Shen Qianzhan didn’t respond.
At this moment, she was deeply reflecting on why she spent so much time doing something obviously inefficient—no work returns, no inspirational enlightenment.
Indeed, a waste of time and money.
She lost interest and was mentally drafting closing remarks to hang up when the other person suddenly said: “Wait a moment.”
Stuck in traffic with nowhere to go, Shen Qianzhan didn’t mind waiting.
She heard the messy sound of slippers dragging across the floor through the speaker, a wooden door being pushed open, and the phone being handed to another person: “My customer wants to chat about watch restoration. Help me entertain them?”
In the brief silence, Shen Qianzhan didn’t know if she sensed something or if it was due to feminine intuition. Her heart, as if grasped by someone, suddenly suspended.
It wasn’t until the voice on the other end—a young man’s voice carrying some laziness, impatience, and no emotion—rang out that Shen Qianzhan’s heart barely fell, plunging into another bottomless abyss.
Ji Qinghe asked: “Chat about what?”
Not knowing whom he was asking, he clearly had no patience: “If you don’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
Life truly has no place where paths don’t cross.
Shen Qianzhan’s inner activity at this moment was incredibly complex and complicated. If she had to make a comparison, it was like the mood of a field full of grass mud horses having a party… not grass, just mud horses.
Just as she was silently waiting for the other person to hang up, Ji Qinghe paused, and after three seconds of silence, asked: “Shen Qianzhan?”
What the hell?
She didn’t speak and he could still tell she was Shen Qianzhan?
As if knowing what she was thinking at this moment, that end let out a low laugh and said: “The breathing sound is somewhat familiar.”