When Ling Mobei really wanted to support himself on his own, he sadly found that he couldn't do anything.

This is the first time, he was impatiently blasted out by the shopkeeper, although he promised vigorously, even if he didn't, he would study hard, but no one wanted a raw hand, and his fine skin and tender meat, but anyone with a little eyesight can see that this is just a rich kid who wants to seek the excitement of life.

"I can really ...... I ......"

There was a thud, and the door slammed shut in front of him, and he was kicked out again.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, but there is no place for him.

Ling Mobei walked on the street blankly, secretly despised himself in his heart, and sure enough, without the protection of the Ling family, he would achieve nothing, and it would be difficult to even support himself.

The aroma of cakes came to the face, and at the corner of the street, a cake shop was doing a discount promotion, and the business seemed to be very good, and there was a long queue in front of the door.

Ling Mobei walked over and saw a recruitment notice written on the glass door of the store.

Even though he has been frustrated, he still knocked on the door and entered, and the store manager saw him, his eyes lit up, "Buy cake?"

"I'm here to apply for a clerk's job. ”

"You?" the manager pointed at him, "Are you sure?"

Ling Mobei nodded, "I'm sure, I can do anything." ”

The store manager was still hesitating, and a clerk outside rushed to the ground, "Store manager, have you recruited anyone, I can't wait to grow six arms and six legs." ”

The store manager turned his gaze to Ling Mobei, "It's recruited." ”

It was Ling Mobei's first day at the cake shop, and it was clear that the work was much more difficult than he had imagined, even if it was just promotion.

He first has to remember the price of each cake, skillfully pack, skillfully find money, and when there are few people, he has to shout a few words.

He wouldn't shout in the street like this, for Ling Mobei, who had been educated by the aristocracy since he was a child, the sentence "Come and see, the fresh cake is baked", this simple sentence is as difficult as the sky.

He opened his mouth countless times, trying to shout like the other clerks, but his face turned red after only one word.

"Did you run out of anger with your family, and then you were penniless, and you didn't want to go home, you didn't want to be soft, so you had no choice but to come to work and earn some money. Xiao Jin, the clerk next to him, suddenly stretched his head over, asked curiously, and at the same time, made up a story that seemed very reasonable to him.

Ling Mobei was wrapping the cake, and when he heard this, he shook his head, "No." ”

"That's strange, you're so handsome, really, don't you find out you're handsome? The eyes are blue, the skin is white, you're half-blood, right?"

Ling Mobei looked at her and smiled, "I just want to make money." ”

"How much money can you make as a promoter, standing here, tired and tired all day, only more than 3,000 yuan a month. Xiao Jin sighed, "I earn three thousand yuan a month, and it will take me fifty or sixty years to buy a house of my own in this city." ”

"Fifty or sixty years?"

Ling Mobei had never thought about this question before, what house, car, these things were simply born to him, no need to worry, no need to work hard, even what he was going to do in the future, who he wanted to marry, and where he would be buried after death, someone would take care of it for him in an orderly manner, and he had been walking the road paved for him by his family step by step.

Now, he met Xu Chuanyang, and knew Xu Chuanyang's experience and efforts, and he realized that it turned out that life was born different, and what he wanted to get was what he needed to give, and he would never feel that it really belonged to him if he didn't work hard, no wonder, he always felt that life was not exciting. Love and fun, like walking with the dead.

"Two loaves of bread. ”

Ling Mobei hurriedly raised his head, "Wait a minute. ”

He has become more and more proficient in packaging, but when he treats guests, his attitude is not yet respectful, after all, he is not used to groveling to people.

The cake shop closed at ten o'clock, and he and Xiao Jin stood outside for seven or eight hours, Xiao Jin was so tired that he beat his waist, "This day is finally over, Xiao Ling, are you tired?"

"It's fine. Ling Mobei smiled, "Can we settle the salary?"

"Of course, this store is still very reputable. ”

Xiao Jin took Ling Mobei to find the store manager, and the store manager happily settled a day's salary for them, Ling Mobei was a novice, and he didn't stand for twelve hours, so the store manager only gave 100 yuan, although it was very little, but Ling Mobei held his hard-earned 100 yuan, and sincerely felt its weight, heavy.

First thing, he wanted to use the first hundred yuan in his life to buy a gift for Xu Chuanyang.

At this time, many shops began to close down, under the guidance of Xiao Jin, Ling Mobei found a small jewelry store, the store is not big, but the decoration is exquisite and unique, as soon as Ling Mobei entered the door, he saw many strange forms of keychains hanging on the wall, fine workmanship.

He didn't return Xu Chuanyang's keychain after taking it, and now, he wants to give him one, which is his intention, and he also wants to make up for the guilt in his heart.

He picked a few, and they all felt good, and he was in a dilemma and didn't know how to choose.

At this time, the shopkeeper came over and enthusiastically introduced, "Young man, you are very discerning, these are the ones I brought back from Lhasa, called auspicious knots, I just hung them out not long ago." ”

"Can you keep you safe?"

"Of course. ”

Ling Mobei liked its meaning, for someone like Xu Chuanyang, who often did dangerous tasks, there was nothing more important than peace.

This keychain almost cost him a day's salary, and with the few dollars left in his pocket, he asked for a bowl of clear soup noodles on the street, although it didn't taste as good as Xu Chuanyang's cooking, but because he was hungry, he even drank the soup together.

Ling Mobei had never felt so satisfied, it turned out that with the money he earned with his own hands, even if he ate a bowl of ramen, he could eat the taste of mountain delicacies.

He clutched the keychain in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a long while, the door opened, and Xu Chuanyang stood at the door and looked at him, "Something?"

"I want to go in and sit for a while. ”

He frowned, not trying to get out of the way.

"Just sit down for a while. He pleaded in a low voice.

He leaned in, "Come in." ”

There was the sniper rifle on the coffee table, covered with a sheepskin cloth, and it looked like he was just wiping the gun.

"Is this a gun you've used before?" he seemed to cherish this gun very much, and every time he saw him, he wiped it, and the gentleness he showed when he wiped the gun was a treasure he had never seen before.

"It's not. Two simple words interrupted the association in his heart, Xu Chuanyang sat down and continued to wipe the gun.

Ling Mobei's hand was kept in his trouser pocket, holding the keychain that had already brought body temperature in his palm, he opened his mouth and was about to speak, Xu Chuanyang suddenly said: "I talked to your brother on the phone today, in the next few days, he will send someone from Switzerland to take care of you, in the future, you don't come to me again." ”

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