Chapter 1 Meeting a spiritual old man

"The air outside is so fresh. This girl has been lying in the hospital bed for the past few months, guarding such a small room every day, but she is so exhausted that she is almost a disabled person."

Liu Jun dragged an injured leg that had not fully recovered to the door of the hospital and took a deep breath of fresh air. The pungent smell of disinfectant was no longer there.

He couldn't live with his bones and muscles for a hundred days, and it was time for him to be discharged. The main reason was that his wallet didn't allow him to live any longer.

He didn't have anyone to pick him up. Even the discharge procedures were handled by a nurse. Due to various reasons, he didn't have any family members. The car Liu Jun called himself couldn't drive in the inpatient department, so he had to wait at the door.

Wait. This is a small problem. It's just a little difficult to walk, but it's not that I can't walk. I'm not panicking at all.

Liu Jun walked slowly to the door of the clinic, looked back at the various people in the hall, and couldn't help but sigh: There are so many people, it's like seeing a doctor for free.

Everyone is really afraid that no business will go bankrupt, except hospitals.

"Young man, what's wrong with your legs?" The master drove the car and saw Liu Jun's inconvenience when getting into the car, so he took the time to ask.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a broken bone. It's all a little bumpy." Liu Jun bared his teeth and smiled, not taking his injury seriously at all.

"Yes, life in this world is likely to be unsatisfactory, and a small setback is nothing," the master encouraged.

After just chatting for a few words, Liu Jun was quickly sent to the community. In order to save Liu Jun from walking, the driver kindly drove directly downstairs.

After thanking the master, Liu Jun got out of the car and returned to where he lived. He hadn't been back for several months, and his home was still quite clean. He threw the formalities on the table and lay down on the bed. Liu Jun didn't even think about it.

Moved.

The familiar smell was finally no longer the smell of disinfectant from the hospital. Liu Jun slept for a while, ate some food, got bored and played with his mobile phone for a while, then fell asleep again and slept until dawn.

The next day, Liu Jun sat slumped on the sofa and Ge You meditated: He still had five hundred in his pocket, and basically enough for the annual bank card fee in his card. With this economic condition, it is unlikely that he would starve to death on the streets if he had no other source of income.

, but it is still possible to starve to death at home. Back on the news, a man in a certain community starved to death at home because he had no money to eat. It is too embarrassing to think about it. No, I have to go out and see if there is any money-making job. Now

It can be done in this situation.

Liu Jun came to the job market, looked around, and found that this was not possible. Either he had to work with a lot of exercise, which his own conditions were not good for. Or he had to sit and use his brain. Although the conditions were up to standard, he couldn't resist the fact that his diploma was not up to standard.

He didn't even get a passing grade for a bachelor's degree or above, which was so sad.

Finally, Liu Jun saw a job he was barely qualified for: high-end community property, looking for security guards, technical secondary school degree or above, no tattoos, strong ability to adapt to situations, easy work, sitting position, salary 3000-5000.

Huh? Isn't this what was prepared for him? Being able to adapt to situations requires a flexible mind. He can do it, and the job doesn't require walking around. It's great. Liu Jun feels that he will have a job.

"Hello, you are recruiting people, right? Are there any restrictions? What do you think of me?" Liu Jun walked up to the recruiting girl and asked.

"We are recruiting, but your image does not meet our requirements." The recruiting girl looked Liu Jun up and down and said sideways.

"Well, okay." Liu Jun was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything else. It was obvious that he had rejected her.

Liu Jun had lost interest in continuing shopping and felt a little frustrated. He slowly walked out of the job market and walked to the street outside. It happened to be noon. He bought two buns and a bottle of water from the nearby bun shop.

He sat down on the bench and started to enjoy his lunch. While he was eating steamed buns, an old man sat down next to him. The old man looked a little bit sly, not like a good person, but he was still wearing a high-end Hanfu.

"Young man, where are you eating steamed buns?" the old man asked.

Liu Jun looked at the old man, then at the buns, and decisively took a bite of each bun. With his mouth full, he mumbled and replied: "Yes, you want to eat too? There is a bun shop behind, so I will."

I bought it at his house." As he spoke, Liu Jun shrank the bun in his arms and moved a little further away from the old man.

"Don't panic, old man, I'm not interested in your buns yet, you don't have to hide it so tightly," the old man said with the corner of his mouth twitching twice.

"Old man, look at what you said. Am I the one who is short of two buns? Even if you like my buns, I will definitely give them to you." Liu Jun said calmly, as if he had just bitten on each bun.

The person who took the first bite was not him.

"Damn it, this little brat looks so shameless and serious. If he hadn't stuffed a bun into it, I would have almost believed it," the old man thought to himself.

"Young man, I see that you have just come out of the job market and you are not in a good mood. Did you not find a job?" For the sake of learning, I endured it, and the old man's clenched fists unclenched again.

"I couldn't find it, it's not satisfactory," Liu Jun said casually.

"I do have a job here. The salary is not low and the work is easy. I'm not busy usually, but I can be busy for a while when I have visitors. See if you're interested?" the old man said.

"What are you doing? I'm telling you, I'm poor and I don't sell myself as an artist." Liu Jun moved to the side as he spoke, a little further away from the old man, and a bunch of unsightly and abnormal transactions drifted through his mind.

content.

Damn it, what is this little bastard thinking about? I'm here with the Grandmaster, what should I do if I want to strike him with a thunderbolt? Why don't we stop looking for an apprentice first and strike him with a thunderbolt first? Is this inheritance?

There is something wrong with the tortoise shell and the astrolabe. If it is not this boy, how could the successor of my lineage be this guy?

The old man was very entangled in his heart and was engaged in a series of struggles.

"Don't worry, what are you thinking about, young man? That's all illegal. Besides, you see how upright I am, how could I let you do that?" the old man said, suppressing his anger.

"That's not necessarily true. Bad people don't write bad words on their faces." Liu Jun looked at the old man's wretched look and said.

"The salary is 6,000 a month, there are no off-duty days, you can ask for leave if you have something to do, the work is simple, and I promise it won't break the law!!!" The old man decided not to argue with Liu Jun and said directly.

"Six thousand a month? Are you sure?" Liu Jun said in disbelief.

"Sure" the old man said impatiently.

"Old man, please don't misunderstand me just now. I'm not doubting you. After all, we're not ugly, so it's right to be a little vigilant.

"What, boss, when do I go to work? Where do we work? What am I mainly responsible for?" Liu Jun said in a low voice.

After all, the monthly salary is 6,000, and the average salary in his small town is only 4,000, which is higher than the salary of white-collar workers. As long as it is not illegal, everything else is easy to talk about. In order to get a high salary, it is normal to have a better attitude. You must respect the elderly and love the young.

As for why you are not impressed by money, well, it is because you will never be poor.

"Do I need to give you time to prepare? If not, you can come to see me at No. 89 Zhiyang Road at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. My job is to receive a customer, occasionally do manual work, escort a car, and be responsible for communication between the two places.

Something like that." said the amiable old man with good features and handsome features. That's right, he is the boss, and his image instantly became taller.

"Okay, boss. I have nothing to deal with. I'm going home first. I'll be there on time tomorrow. Don't worry, I promise not to be late." After Liu Jun said that, he turned and left, thinking to himself as he walked; just kidding, six months a month

Thousand, that’s two hundred a day. I can’t wait to go to work today.
Chapter completed!