Chapter 3 Prosperity Should Not Be Forgotten

Chapter 3: If We Rise, Let's Not Forget Each Other

And so life went on.

Uneventful and hard.

Yet Cheng Feng always found joy amid hardship.

He felt that his current life was good.

Fortunate, even.

At least he had escaped that mountain village that trapped him.

He was free, and so was his mother.

They both had a better future ahead of them.

As long as they worked hard, their family's life would surely improve.

One day after finishing work, the boss suddenly called him over:

"Xiao Feng, I've caught wind of some news from the upper-class circles. The Shang Family is hiring five nannies specifically to take care of Little Master Shang. The monthly salary is around thirty thousand yuan, with meals and accommodation provided, plus social insurance and housing fund. The interview is next Monday."

The boss looked at his frail figure and sighed.

Truth be told, he felt sorry for him.

At such a young age, he had dropped out of school for his mother's sake. If he kept pushing himself so hard, he might not even survive.

That job didn't have age, education, or gender restrictions.

His heart went out to him, so he wanted to help Cheng Feng.

Such news was usually only circulated in top circles; people at the bottom could hardly come across it. He had some connections and thought of Cheng Feng as soon as he heard.

Cheng Feng's eyes lit up, like dust being wiped from stars, letting them shine.

He immediately clutched the boss's hand.

He urgently asked for the interviewer's contact information and address.

But when he saw the address was the luxurious villa he had visited a month ago.

He inexplicably felt a chill of apprehension.

His first impression of the people there was already extremely poor.

Moreover, the mansion was overwhelmingly opulent. Looking at his own shabby appearance, he inevitably felt out of his depth, thinking he probably wouldn't be selected.

He hesitated for an entire night.

He still decided to give it a try.

Even if there was only a sliver of hope, he had to try.

A monthly salary of thirty thousand would be enough to cover a long hospital stay for his mother.

No need to constantly worry about medical bills being overdue and treatment being stopped.

In the following days.

He looked forward to the interview every day.

Repeatedly pestering the boss for interview tips. The boss didn't hold back, laying out all the basic household chores a nanny needed to master, simple cooking skills, and common interview questions. Finally, he added:

"The key to the interview is to be capable, reliable, and trustworthy. You must have a sense of responsibility and patience.

You need to be in good health and be articulate.

Little Master Shang has a special condition—he has manic episodes.

He was bullied as a child, so his temperament is somewhat extreme, and he's psychologically scarred. This is what I've heard.

Xiao Feng, be careful and just do your best."

Cheng Feng was stunned, not expecting a young master from such a prominent family to have been bullied as well.

Time flew by, and soon it was the day of the interview.

Cheng Feng took out his best set of clothes from the wardrobe, got on his used motorcycle, and headed straight for the Shang Family villa.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance, he was shocked by the spectacle before him.

Luxury cars were lined up.

Well-dressed young men and women, holding resumes, were queuing at the entrance. All of them looked refined, like they came from money, mostly college students. There were also some older-looking individuals, whose identities were unclear.

He clutched his resume, which only listed his junior high school education.

Embarrassed, he hunched his shoulders slightly and quietly stood at the end of the line.

"Bro, you're quite handsome," a guy behind him turned and glanced at him, raising an eyebrow with a somewhat flippant smile. "What, trying to interview as a nanny to climb the social ladder and snag the Shang Family's young lady?"

Cheng Feng didn't know why he said that. He lowered his eyes and ignored him.

Seeing that he didn't respond and was quite cold, the guy felt a bit awkward and turned away to chat with the girl in front of him.

The line for the interview was long.

Very long.

Cheng Feng counted the crowd; there were at least nearly a hundred people interviewing.

He was fifty-third in line.

By the time it was his turn.

It was almost noon, with the scorching sun baking the earth.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and the back of his shirt was soaked.

Following the butler into the villa, he walked through winding corridors and finally stopped outside a study.

The moment the door was pushed open, Cheng Feng couldn't help but hold his breath.

The study was as luxurious as a royal bedchamber.

The gilded decorations were extravagantly lavish. Behind the desk opposite.

A youth was lounging lazily with his legs crossed, his figure appearing even younger than him, with exquisitely delicate features.

Though not yet fully grown, one could already picture the extraordinary brilliance he would possess in the future.

However, he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, his complexion was sickly pale, and his brows were tightly furrowed, giving him a particularly impatient look.

"Defeat it, and you can become the young master’s attendant," the butler said tonelessly, pointing to the corner.

Cheng Feng turned his head and saw a bodyguard restraining a tall, imposing hound, its fangs bared, looking highly aggressive.

His heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Was he really supposed to fight a dog?

No wonder the people who had come out earlier were disheveled, some with bite marks on their arms.

So they'd been attacked by the dog.

Only one of the first fifty had been kept; presumably, the others had all failed to beat this dog.

The Shang family young master's interview method was simply too bizarre and brutal.

*Madman!*

But at the thought of the thirty-thousand-yuan monthly salary,

the vivid image of his mother lying in a hospital bed surfaced.

Cheng Feng’s fear vanished instantly.

Even if it meant getting bitten, he couldn’t give up.

"If you want to give up, you can leave now," the butler said indifferently.

"I’m not leaving." Cheng Feng handed his resume to the butler and furtively felt his pocket.

Yesterday afternoon, he had encountered a stray cat.

He'd bought two sausages, but the cat snatched one and ran away with it. He had planned to find the cat again today and feed it the other one, little did he expect it would come in handy now.

The bodyguard released the leash.

The hound immediately let out a low growl and lunged fiercely toward Cheng Feng.

His heart raced wildly, his hand sweaty as he gripped the sausage. He frantically tore open the packaging and held it out.

He wasn’t sure if the dog would eat it, staking everything on a sliver of hope.

But then, as the hound reached him,

it suddenly stopped, sniffed at it, then lowered its head to take the sausage and began gobbling it down.

It looked docile, nothing like its earlier frenzied state. Clearly, this dog had never eaten such low-grade food before and loved it to bits.

Cheng Feng was stunned. He couldn’t help but smile. Dogs were just like people—after being accustomed to delicacies, even cheap food could seem like a feast.

The butler and the bodyguard looked equally flabbergasted.

Even the ever-irritable Shang Shaohao raised an eyebrow slightly, a strange smile playing on his sickly pale face:

"He's the one."

Cheng Feng snapped back to reality, overjoyed that he had been chosen. He quickly stood up and bowed deeply to Shang Shaohao:

"Thank you for choosing me, young master."

The butler then led him out of the study.

He was told to report at ten o’clock the day after tomorrow, when he would be taught his duties and daily routines.

If he wanted to live here, he could move in tomorrow, and accommodations would be arranged uniformly.

Cheng Feng nodded repeatedly, acting uncharacteristically obedient.

Seeing this, the butler smiled:

"Your name is Cheng Feng?"

"Yes, Butler Liu."

"Work hard. The young master selecting you is favor enough. If you perform well, there will be bonuses later."

Cheng Feng’s eyes brightened even more, and he nodded emphatically.

Back at the grilled fish restaurant.

Cheng Feng immediately told the boss the news that he'd passed the interview.

The boss hadn't gotten his hopes up.

After all, the applicants were outstanding university students in every regard, possibly even some

young masters from wealthy families or highly experienced caretakers.

Meanwhile, Cheng Feng was young and had a low level of education.

By all rights, he didn't stand a chance.

Unexpectedly, he had succeeded by a fluke, like a blind cat stumbling on a dead mouse.

The boss was genuinely happy for him and immediately had the chef prepare a full table of dishes. Everyone in the restaurant gathered around to celebrate with him.

It was on this day that Cheng Feng drank alcohol for the first time in his life.

Zhang Yue patted his shoulder and laughed:

"If you rise to wealth and honor, don’t forget us."

Cheng Feng smiled and nodded, his eyes growing slightly warm. He had already etched into his heart that he would never forget those who had genuinely cared for him in his life.