Chapter 1 Meeting the Spiritual Old Man
“The air outside is so fresh. I have been lying in the hospital bed for the past few months, guarding such a small room every day, but I can’t hold it in anymore, and I almost become a useless 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 has been injured for a hundred days, and he cannot stay here forever. It is time for him to be discharged from the hospital. The main reason is that his wallet does not allow him to stay any longer.
He didn’t have anyone 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 be driven in the inpatient department. Come in and just wait at the door. These are all minor problems. 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 off 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 want to move at all.
The familiar smell was finally no longer the smell of disinfectant in 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 pondered: He still had five hundred in his pocket, and basically enough money for the annual bank card fee in his card. With this economic condition, if he doesn’t have any financial resources, It is unlikely to starve to death on the streets, but it is still possible to starve to death at home. Back in the news, a man in a certain community starved to death at home because he had no money to eat. It is so embarrassing to think about it. No, I have to go out and see if there is any money-making job. I can do it under the current circumstances.
Liu Jun came to the talent market, walked around, and found that this was not going to work. Either it requires a lot of exercise, and the conditions are not good for it. Either you have to sit and use your brain. Although the conditions are up to standard, the diploma is not up to standard. People want to have a bachelor's degree or above, but they don't have a passing grade. It's so sad.
Finally, Liu Jun saw a recruitment job that he barely qualified for: a high-end residential property, looking for security guards, technical secondary school degree or above, no tattoos, strong ability to adapt to the situation, 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 this job doesn't require walking around. It's great. Liu Jun feels that he is going to have a job.
"Hello, are you recruiting people? Are there any other conditions? 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.
"Yes, okay" Liu Jun was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything else. It was obvious that he had refused.
Liu Jun had lost interest in continuing shopping. Feeling a little disheartened, he slowly walked out of the talent market and walked to the streets outside. It happened to be noon, so I bought two buns and a bottle of water from the nearby bun shop, sat down on a bench outside, and started enjoying my lunch. While I was eating steamed buns, an old man sat down next to me. The old man looked a bit stern, and he didn't look like a good person. However, 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 muttered and replied: "Yes, you want to eat too? There is a bun shop behind, and I bought it from his house." As he spoke, Liu Jun also shrank the buns in his arms. He shrank back 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 short of two buns? Even if you like my buns, I will definitely give them to you" Liu Jun said calmly said. It was as if the person who had just taken a bite of each bun 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?" In order to learn from his master, the old man endured it, and the old man's clenched fists unclenched again.
“I didn’t find it, it’s not satisfactory,” Liu Jun said casually.
"I have a job here. The salary is not low and the work is easy. I am not busy usually. I can be busy for a while when I have visitors. See if you are interested? The old man said.
"What are you doing? Let me tell you, I am poor and poor, and I don't sell myself as an artist. "As he spoke, Liu Jun moved to the side, further away from the old man, and a bunch of unsightly and abnormal transaction content drifted through his mind.
Damn it, what is this little brat thinking? Grandmaster is here, what should I do if I want to strike him with a thunderbolt? Why don't we stop looking for an apprentice first and then kill her with a thunderbolt? Is there something wrong with the inheritance of the tortoise shell and the astrolabe? If it’s 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 monthly salary is 6,000, there are no off-duty days, you can ask for leave if you have something to do, the work is simple, and I guarantee it will not break the law!!!" The old man decided not to argue with Liu Jun and said it directly.
"Six thousand a month? Are you sure?" Liu Jun said in disbelief.
"Sure" the old man said impatiently.
"Don't get me wrong, old man. I'm not doubting you. After all, we're not ugly, so we should be a little vigilant.
"Then what, boss, when will I go to work? ? Where do we work? What is my main responsibility? 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. For the sake of high salary, It's normal to have a good attitude, respect the old and love the young. As for why you are not convinced by money, well, it's not until you are 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 some crafts, take care of the car, and be responsible for the communication between the two places. Something like that," said the amiable old man with a handsome face. That's right, he's the boss, and his image instantly becomes taller.
"Okay, boss. I have nothing to clean up. I'll go home first. I'll be there on time tomorrow. Don't worry, I promise not to be late." After finishing speaking, Liu Jun turned around and left, thinking to himself as he walked. ; Just kidding, six thousand a month is two hundred a day. I can’t wait to go to work today.
(End of this chapter)