Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 111: Making Money 1

The woman smiled and said, "Just a moment, I’ll go get you a bandage." ’A grown man gets a cut the size of a grain of rice, and he’s making such a fuss,’ she thought. ’Wow, I’ve really seen it all today. So this is what a big star is like!’

The woman quickly returned with a bandage, but Miles Ford didn’t use it right away. He asked again, "Do you have any alcohol or iodine?"

The woman was exasperated. She really wanted to say, "If you don’t wrap that wound up soon, it’s going to heal on its own."

But what could she do? He was a big star. Forget iodine; if he’d asked to be taken to the hospital, she would have had to agree.

In the end, the woman had to go borrow some iodine from a neighbor to get through this ordeal.

Ethan Shaw’s presence was practically zero. He had seen Miles Ford’s so-called "wound" and felt that Miles was the one who should be called a "pretty boy." A tough guy shouldn’t act like this.

Besides, he had to hurry up and weave the fish basket. Otherwise, he wouldn’t complete the task, wouldn’t get the flag, and would be eliminated if they didn’t reach the finish line within the time limit.

He couldn’t afford the humiliation—he could choose to leave on his own terms, but he would never accept being eliminated!

As he thought about it, his hands couldn’t help but move a little faster.

The audience in the live stream chat was speechless for a while. [This Miles Ford is getting more and more annoying.]

[I’m unstanning him. I used to really like him, but after watching the stream these past two days, my image of him has completely crumbled.]

[Our poor Irving, how did he get stuck in a group with him?]

Around four in the afternoon, Riley Perry’s group completed Mr. Chenning’s task. The wooden bed they had built earned Mr. Chenning’s approval, and he handed them a small red flag.

Holding the flag, Riley Perry asked Victoria Koenig, "Do you want to stay here for the night, or should we keep going and get the fourth flag first?"

So far, they had only eaten breakfast. They hadn’t even had lunch yet, and they didn’t have a single penny. If they stayed in the village, how could they repay the person who took them in?

"Let’s go. To the next stop." ’Once we’re out of these mountains, I won’t have to worry about getting lost anymore. And no matter how you slice it, the city has to be better than this village.’

The reason Riley Perry had mentioned getting the fourth flag was that the fourth task had been announced the moment they finished the bed: Earn 2,000 yuan for travel expenses.

"But how are we supposed to get to the city? We don’t have any money."

Riley Perry said, "Let’s try our luck. Maybe we can hitch a ride."

The words were barely out of her mouth when a beat-up van came rattling down the narrow concrete road toward them.

Victoria Koenig was delighted and immediately stuck out his hand to hail it. "Our luck isn’t half bad! Stop, stop!"

The van, as hoped, pulled over.

"Sir, where are you headed? We want to go to the city, could you give us a lift?"

The man, who looked to be in his forties, flashed a toothy grin. "Sure, I’m heading to the city to buy some things anyway. Hop in."

Riley Perry and Victoria Koenig got in the van, and the cameraman followed. This time, he wouldn’t have to chase after them in a separate car.

"Two thousand yuan... how are we supposed to earn that? No, wait, it’s more than two thousand. We also have to earn enough for our food and lodging." ’Why does it feel like things are even harder now that we’re off the mountain?’

It’s true what they say: even a hero is helpless without money.

Just thinking about it was a headache.

[I love watching the guests worry like this. The show’s producers are geniuses. This could be crowned the most budget-friendly variety show of the year!]

[Does anyone know where the show is filming? I want to go watch in person.]

[Quick, someone look up where Goldcrest Village is!]

Riley Perry: "Why overthink it? We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. We’ll figure out a way to make money."

Victoria Koenig laughed. "Ria, I envy that carefree attitude you have, like nothing in the world can bother you."

Riley Perry replied, "Life is about two things: eating and drinking. Nothing else is a big deal. So, this isn’t me being carefree, it’s me having no ambition."

The corner of Victoria Koenig’s mouth twitched. He was at a bit of a loss for words.

The van drove steadily into the city. The two of them thanked the driver.

After getting out of the van, Victoria Koenig finally thought of a way to make money. "Ria, I was thinking the whole ride. I don’t really have any special skills other than singing, so I’m thinking of busking on the street."

"Okay! That’s a great idea. You go ahead."

"I go? What about you?"

"I’ll wander around the streets and see if I can find another way to make money."

"Can’t you come with me?"

Riley Perry said, "You go get your performance stuff ready first. I need to sort out dinner for us. Let’s touch base by phone later."

She left quickly after saying that. Victoria Koenig felt that as Ria walked away, she took all his confidence with her. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

It was already 5:30 PM. As Riley Perry wandered, she came across a pet shop.

’Ms. Perry, what are you doing at a pet shop?’ the cameraman thought. ’It’s already past five. The shop is about to close, they can’t possibly be hiring.’

Soon, he found out exactly what Riley Perry was planning to do.

"Sir, which of your dogs is the most expensive?"

The owner was an elderly man in his sixties or seventies. His hair was a bit gray, but he was full of energy.

Seeing a customer enter, he immediately stood up and introduced his dogs to Riley Perry. "Purebred Corgis are 8,000 yuan each, Goldies are 6,500 yuan, a four-month-old Tibetan Mastiff is 12,800 yuan..."

Riley Perry stopped in front of the cage holding the Tibetan Mastiff. "Can it follow commands?"

The owner laughed. "Of course not! If it could follow commands, it wouldn’t be this price. It would cost at least thirty percent more. The customers train them themselves after taking them home. I only have puppies here."

Riley Perry stood up and looked at the owner. "What if I help you train your dogs? I can get them to understand words, follow simple commands, and even use the toilet on their own. Would you be willing to pay me for that?"

"Use the toilet on their own?" The old man’s eyes went wide with astonishment.

The biggest annoyance for pet owners is their pets relieving themselves anywhere they please. The cleanup is one thing, but the worst part is the terrible smell. If they could use the toilet on their own, he could probably double the price and people would still be willing to buy them!

"Are you serious?"

"Let’s give it a try." ’They’re just ordinary animals. If I can’t even handle this, I might as well give up on life.’

"So, how much do you want for payment?"

"How many do you want me to train?"

’I want you to train all the puppies,’ the owner thought to himself.

"The more, the better."

Riley Perry: "If there are too many, it won’t be as valuable. How about this: I’ll start by training one for you to see. It will be able to use the toilet on its own, shake hands on command, sit, lie down, roll over, and... let’s add counting. It can count from one to five."

The owner: ...

"Talk is cheap. Let’s begin."

Riley Perry opened the cage holding the Tibetan Mastiff and, with one smooth motion, scooped the little puppy out. The puppy, which had been extremely agitated, became as obedient as a kitten in Riley Perry’s arms.

She placed her palm on the puppy’s head and infused it with a thread of Spiritual Power. The little mastiff’s eyes narrowed in comfort. When it opened them again, its gaze toward Riley Perry was exceptionally bright.

Riley Perry guided the Spiritual Power, circulating it a few extra times around the little mastiff’s head, before placing the dog on the ground.