When She Stops Being Dramatic

Chapter 63: Chapter 42: The 1950s’ Long-Suffering Wife (42)

Zhu Yun had never been a diligent person. But for the sake of long-term laziness, her work ethic became inhuman.

On the surface, she seemed like any other transmigration host, taking the original owner’s place to live out a peaceful and happy life. In reality, everything in this world was recorded and edited by the Teletubbies and sent back to the Space-Time Administration Bureau. There, professionals would meticulously process the footage, turning it into a major reality TV series or film.

It was essentially a life-swap reality show.

The level of audience adoration and popularity was the true goal for which every actor strived.

As actors, everyone was equipped with starter skills. In this industry, after doing this for a while, they grew obsessed with chasing benefits, not to mention wanting to live more comfortably in the worlds they entered.

They would spend a fortune to gain the right to choose their worlds. They also liked to thoroughly study the general plot beforehand, select the most advantageous skills based on experience, and would only enter a world after extremely careful consideration.

Furthermore, to cater to the audience’s tastes, they had to diligently manufacture some drama or a melodramatic plotline every few days to capture everyone’s attention.

Every last one of them practically became a master of drama, a green tea tycoon, a Bai Lian ancestor, or a black-bellied lord. They were in character 24/7, to the point they forgot who they originally were.

But when it came to Sister Yun, the style took a sharp turn, boiling down to three words: Go with the flow!

That’s right, it was truly all about going with the flow. The world was random, the plot was random, and her skills were random, too.

Her audacity was so daunting that even the most reckless daredevil lacked her nerve.

And yet, it was precisely this unpredictability, combined with her ”lazy in the long run but never suffer a loss” personality, that made her a hit. One moment she’d be roasting people so hard they’d question their own existence; the next, she’d be the picture of quiet serenity. Sometimes she’d flip on her hustle mode, and other times she’d be shoving PDA down everyone’s throats. The constant, drastic shifts made her wildly popular—so much so that even the top brass had to address her respectfully as Sister Yun!

「Returning to her post after two days away」

Her young apprentices were already neatly dressed, lined up in the small field outside the cafeteria to welcome her back.

The moment Wang Simi saw her, she crisply delivered a five-minute lecture to the apprentices. Then, with a solemn and exceptionally serious expression, she reported on everyone’s performance over the past two days and handed over their daily work summaries.

The sky was just beginning to lighten; the stars had yet to fade.

Zhu Yun squinted as she glanced over the two pages of lofty ambitions from each person. They read like essays from elementary school students: first, they’d describe their work for the day, then, through the ”eyes of one who discovers beauty,” they’d wax poetic about some trivial matter, vowing to dedicate their lives to the culinary arts...

The corner of her mouth twitched as she read. She nodded, then looked at the row of poodles who were all but wagging their tails as they waited for praise. ”Nine days of work are over. Do you think you could stick with it if you had to do this for a year or two?”

”Don’t look at each other. Answer from the heart. Every trade requires patience and practice in the beginning. Without putting in three to five years, you won’t even get your foot in the door. Are you mentally prepared for that?”

Faced with Zhu Yun’s raised, mocking eyes, no one dared to glance away.

Their thinking was simple. Their families had told them this was a rare opportunity to apprentice under a master and learn a trade.

The Bright Machinery Factory wasn’t like other workplaces. It was founded by demobilized military personnel and was full of hidden talent. This had propelled the factory straight to the top of the industry, even attracting an official research department to set up on-site.

The factory’s benefits were top-notch, and likewise, every job was in high demand. People in the employee housing complex would fight tooth and nail even for a position as a janitor.

But the cushy office jobs all went to people with real skills. Priority was given to those who held similar positions in their former military units, followed by college graduates.

Where did that leave slackers like them, the second-generation factory kids?

So, even when their families pulled every string they could, the most they could secure for them was a spot as a regular worker. A slightly better outcome was apprenticing under a master who earned a level-five or level-six salary. Anything more was out of the question.

How could delicate little flowers like them endure working on the factory floor? Getting covered in dust and grime all day, reeking of machine oil, with dirt permanently caked under their fingernails—and having to grind it out like that day after day until retirement!

When they thought about that, mopping floors, washing vegetables, and carrying goods didn’t seem so bad.

If they were just a bit more diligent and showed a little more stamina, they could be like the other master chefs, living a cushy life while a group of young apprentices waited on them.

A bright future and a life of idle comfort—they were all in!

And so, after their nine-day trial, each and every one of them became even more committed to this path.

”Master, I’ve thought it over. I’ll follow you through hell and high water and never back down.”

”Master, I’m willing to serve you faithfully. I hope you’ll take me as your apprentice...”