Chapter 419 Iron Female Warrior 16
Twenty portions of fried noodles and fried rice, four people each carried five portions, plus five portions of soup, and passed by.
The orphanage is located in the community, with a building and a large yard.
A few old people invested all their savings here and bought it very early, but now the housing prices here are simply terrifying.
When the fried noodles and fried rice were put down, a large group of children sat at the dining table and the older children distributed the food. The child couldn't finish one portion alone, so two children shared one portion. After all, there were about thirty children here.
Nearly half of the children have missing hands and feet, and a few have no hands or both feet.
To raise so many children, you really need a lucrative industry. Otherwise, the money I spent serving dishes and the money I earned in a day would not be enough for the children to have a meal.
Four people were outside, the fat man was squatting on the ground, the little oil drum and the thin man were sitting on the stone bench, and Xining was sitting on the swing.
The thin man sighed slightly: "Iron Claw's goal is to win the championship, and his men will definitely not show mercy. There are so many children, and the chainsaw wants to help them install mechanical arms and feet. The money required is probably not enough to become the championship."
Xining looked around at the yard and house: "Then sell this place."
"He won't sell it." The thin man shook his head: "I also advised him to sell it, but he said that if those who throw away the children find that this place is gone, they don't know where they will throw the children."
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"Idiot!" Xining said bluntly.
The three of them were stunned, and Xining asked, "Isn't it true? Their parents don't care. If they are thrown to others, they are worse than dogs. All bitches know how to protect their cubs."
The thin man tilted his head slightly: "You can't say that, it's because you can't afford it."
"I can't raise it, but I can give birth to it. This one is a defective product, and the same will be true for the next one. Can I still throw it here?" Xining said unceremoniously: "Good intentions need to have a certain degree of tolerance, blindly His good intentions are just like those of a good person and do not deserve sympathy.”
Xining stood up: "You go on, say a few words of encouragement when you see him. Because these children need him, they are naturally very enthusiastic when they see him, which makes him feel inflated and unable to find North... The thin man was speechless for a moment.
The little oil drum became popular: "Do you know what you said? There is no one as unloving as you. You are indeed suitable to be a warrior."
Xining smiled contemptuously: "I am unloving, but at least I have not given birth to a child for others to take responsibility for. From the establishment of the orphanage to the present, it has raised a lot of children. How many of them have come back with money? I don't believe that. There are too many children, but none of them can make money, probably only the idiot Chainsaw! I don’t want to say more, it will be ugly, I’m leaving.”
No one saw her off, and everyone watched her leave coldly.
It doesn't matter, she doesn't want to be in trouble anyway, she needs money the most now, and there's no way she's going to throw it into this bottomless pit and pretend to be a good person.
After walking out of the orphanage, there was a sign hanging at the door that said "Rose Orphanage" in several languages.
The sign also says "Donations Welcome."
Donate? Only ghosts can donate money. People in this world have long been hard-hearted and want to collect enough money to leave here. The money earned by those who cannot live without them will be consumed by various expenses such as medical care, education, and rent. The body owner is like this, working two jobs, his right hand is disabled, and he still can't support himself.
She took out her mobile phone: "Rose Orphanage, transfer 50 coins."
The mobile phone prompts: "Please confirm whether to transfer money."
50 coins is only enough for these children to eat one meal... Obviously, no one is invited inside. If someone is hired, the salary must be paid.
She thought for a moment: "No, standby mode." She put the phone back on her arm.
Walking back slowly, I accidentally looked up at the sky.
The Celestial City is right above your head, and the lights there merge with the stars.
Hundreds of years have passed, and the world on earth is not developing very fast. I don’t know what the Celestial City looks like. Sometimes you can see small black spots flying around on the Celestial City, which are said to be their means of transportation. Their planes are several times faster than planes on the ground and much safer. If the parents of the body owner immigrated to Tiancheng, there should be no car accident.
The next day, Xining got up early and ran to the suburbs to buy things.
There are large farms in the suburbs, half of the agricultural products are provided to the surface city, and half are provided to Tiancheng.
She ran over, bargained, and bought a lot of grains, oils, rice, noodles, vegetables and fruits.
Holding her cell phone, she once again offered her trump card: "Delivery to your door, otherwise I will find another store."
I'm almost talking nonsense. If I refuse to deliver the goods to my door at this time, I really want to die. These farmers nodded immediately: "Okay, delivery, delivery!"
"Don't make it look like you're losing money, okay? The price you give Tiancheng and the suppliers on the ground should be lower than this." Xining actually wanted to comfort them kindly, but he didn't expect that they cursed and swore one by one, and even used their respective beliefs. I swear, it is definitely only cheap and not expensive.
Xining took the merchant's car to the orphanage.
After getting off the bus, the children inside were very happy when bags of food ingredients were moved inside.
Unexpectedly, the small oil drum is still there.
Xining looked at the small oil drum and was a little surprised: "Why do you still keep it?"
The little oil drum chuckled, with a bit of embarrassment: "Actually, I am also from an orphanage..."
Oh, that's it, no wonder the oil drum was lit on fire last night.
Xining apologized calmly: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake last night. In addition to the chainsaw, there was also you, a fool."
Small oil drum......
Before paying for the mobile phone, Xining asked: "Can you send the broken ones and the ones that are a little bit insect-eaten here?"
A farmer frowned slightly: "That's for pigs or other livestock."
"What's the price?" Xining only cares about the price.
When he heard that the price was so cheap that he could give it away for free, Xining immediately decided to choose a slightly better car to send to the orphanage every day and buy it at 1.5 times the price. Even if it is 1.5 times, plus transportation and labor, it is still not as good as 30% of the price of a good product.
The little oil drum felt a little uncomfortable, but Xining had brought a large cart of food and didn't dare to speak as harshly as yesterday. Try to say it as tactfully as possible: "This is what pigs eat."
Xining's family was making money, and he said casually: "Don't waste food like this. In the past, a lot of good food was thrown to pigs, chickens and ducks. But it turned out to be good food, and I bought it at a high price to eat."
Small oil drum......
You're so good at talking, but you're powerless to object! In fact, it should be said that it is good to have a stutter, why should we be picky?
So much food... Xining was very happy and only spent 5 coins. Moreover, in the future, delivery of vegetable peels and rotten fruits will only cost 1 coin per cart.
I heard the little oil drum say in embarrassment: "What should we do now? We haven't cooked here for a long time."
What, just takeout?
Xining walked to the kitchen. The kitchen was very big, but when he looked inside, it was almost impossible to turn on the stove. It probably only boiled some water.
The little oil drum said sheepishly: "Neither I nor the electric saw can cook, and we are afraid that the children will be injured, so..."
(End of chapter)