At the door of the men's dormitory of the Department of Physics of Dongwon University, at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Wei stood up from behind the desk, made friends with his colleagues who came to relieve him, and happily prepared to get off work.

He has been working continuously for several days, from 5 a.m. to 11 p.m. Today is the first time Jiang Wei has had time to rest.

It's just two o'clock in the afternoon. I still have time to go shopping, go for a run, and buy myself a new set of clothes.

From now on, except when taking a day off or having something to do, there is no need to work continuously, and I can still have one day off every week.

Jiang Wei felt very satisfied with this kind of day.

Carrying various takeaways delivered by express delivery, he hummed a song and trotted back to the security staff's dormitory. He saw his colleague Uncle Qiang changing clothes and getting ready to go home.

"Xiao Jiang, you're here just in time, help me apply some plaster." Uncle Qiang waved to Jiang Wei and pointed to his lower back, "I can't reach this place..."

"Uncle Qiang, your waist is not healed yet." Jiang Wei stepped forward to help.

"Hey, isn't it because I am older and my recovery is slower... By the way, why are you so happy today?"

"I can finally take a break today." Jiang Weidao, "Besides, I finally got in touch with my comrade."

"Are you planning to resign and go hang out with your comrades?" Uncle Qiang asked while instructing Jiang Wei to apply the plaster.

"I...I haven't thought about it yet." Jiang Wei was a little confused.

Although this security guard doesn't earn much, he has already gotten on the right track at an unexpected speed. It can be said that he saved his life. Do you want to give up this hard-earned job and go hang out with your comrades?

This is not an easy choice for Jiang Wei.

People who have been relegated to the bottom, once they have something, will hold on to everything they have in their hands and will not dare to take risks easily.

After all, they don't want to try it again.

"I think you, a comrade-in-arms, are unreliable at critical moments. It's better not to stick to him now. Besides, use favors sparingly..." Uncle Qiang lay on the bed, "Hey, Xiaojiang, you have very strong hands. Help me."

I press my waist...oh, it feels good."

Uncle Qiang, who said he should use less favors, commanded Jiang Wei, but he didn't feel guilty at all.

Jiang Wei didn't care. They had trained a lot before, and they often massaged each other with their comrades to relieve the soreness. The techniques were quite skillful and made Uncle Qiang groan.

Lying on the bed, Uncle Qiang felt like giving advice and said: "Being a security guard is quite hopeless, but the security industry is very promising. I heard that our company wants to develop high-end security business..."

"High-end security business?"

"Business security, celebrity bodyguards, special services...these are all profitable businesses."

Jiang Wei was thoughtful.

"I say, work hard when you come here. Xiaojiang, you have good conditions. If you perform well, you might have a chance to be selected into the star business team. Even if you reach the sky in one step, isn't it better than others?"

Jiang Wei sighed.

Yes, if you have no academic qualifications, except for your strength, you don’t seem to have any skills. Otherwise, what else can you do?

"Do you want to do takeout, Didi, or express delivery? Those are also hard-earned money, and it is not easy to work from morning to night... How can it be easy to make money? On the contrary, it is better to perform well now and engage in security, which is also something you can do

A lifelong career."

Jiang Wei was thinking, but he was a little unsure and said, "Do I have a chance?"

"Of course there is a chance, because you have experience!" Uncle Qiang felt that if he wanted to continue to enjoy Jiang Wei's massage, he had to give some more advice.

"Do I have... experience?" Jiang Wei was stunned, what experience do I have?

"Celebrity bodyguard, aren't you protecting celebrities now?" Uncle Qiang said.

"You said Xiaobai...is Xiaobai considered a star?" Jiang Weidao, "Besides...I...I'm just a dormitory security guard, not Xiaobai's bodyguard."

"You're wrong." Uncle Qiang sat up and looked at Jiang Wei: "People, the most important thing is to have discernment and know whose food you are eating. You know how you got this job

Of?"

Jiang Wei knew a little bit, but he struggled: "Uncle Qiang, is my job really a position created by the school to protect Xiaobai?"

"Otherwise? There are dozens of boys' dormitories. Where do you think there are security guards?"

It seems like that's really what happened.

"Xiao Bai...does he have anything to do with the school?" How can one hire a security guard just for a student?

"You kid, you still don't understand." Uncle Qiang said: "Do you think the school hires security guards because Xiaobai can sing well? That's not the case at all. The value of my Xiaobai is not here! Do you know about the Campus Hundred Sons Plan?"

Uncle Qiang gave Jiang Wei a brief explanation of the Campus Hundred Sons Plan, and then said: "The annual funding for this plan is about 50 million. How to distribute the 50 million? Evenly? Impossible. The first place,

You can take up 10 million places! The second to fifth place, maybe 5 million, and the remaining 95 people can share 35 million in training funds."

"My little Bai is born to be number one! That means the school is willing to spend 10 million a year on him, which is comparable to our company's annual net profit. How much is your annual salary?"

It hurts my heart.

"People, you have to be discerning." Uncle Qiang lay down again, "I am a person who believes in noble people."

"We have no ability or ability. How can we get ahead except by following the noble people? I remember when I was still working in the factory, there was a new workshop director who was very young. Others were dissatisfied with him, but I always supported him.

I helped him with everything, and later he became our factory director..."

"Then...what happened next?" Jiang Wei felt that Uncle Qiang's story was not finished yet.

"Later? Later, my family was demolished and divided into seven houses, so I resigned." Uncle Qiang said.

"Uh..." Jiang Wei never dreamed that this story would develop like this.

Uncle Qiang lay on the bed and said, "You must be curious why I came to be a security guard again..."

Uncle Qiang's voice became distant, as if he was lost in memories: "After I resigned and returned home, I started eating, drinking, having fun and playing mahjong. Within three or five years, I got seriously ill and almost died in the hospital.

My noble man told me that people can't be idle, they always have to find something to do. Something will happen to them if they are idle. So, I will work as a security guard. Don't tell me, since then, I have not been sick.

What a disaster...ah, I accidentally fell on this waist, it doesn’t count!”

After finishing his speech, he felt that his waist no longer hurt much. Uncle Qiang got up from the bed and asked Jiang Weidao: "Xiao Jiang, do you have seven suites at home?"

Jiang Wei shook his head.

"Then listen to Uncle Qiang's advice and hug Xiaobai's thighs tightly. You can't go wrong!"

The worst is the worst, he can inherit my family's seven apartments.

Uncle Qiang thought this, patted Jiang Wei's shoulder again, took out the Cayenne key from the locker, put his hands behind his back, hummed the school song, and left with a smile.
Chapter completed!