'Sell an ID card, buy a point of no return.' ’

'On the afternoon of hoeing day, hard work is the most reliable~'

In every obvious position in the talent market, there are such banners full of warnings and inspirational meanings, and at first glance, it really looks like a bit of chicken soup for the soul.

What makes everyone who is here feel extremely ridiculous is:

At the entrance of the intermediaries in the talent market, those who are constantly scrolling on the LED screens, using bold and bright fonts, are repeatedly displaying a message with great temptation:

'Pay every day, work for one day, and play for three days. ’

At the same time, the intermediaries, dressed in crisp white short-sleeved shirts and vests that were considered work clothes, held an electric horn in their hands.

Facing the flow of people coming and going, he shouted loudly: "Five people come to the hospital to line up, a total of eighty yuan in two hours." ”

Or, maybe it's another thing:

"Ten people who go to the construction site to tie steel bars will take care of food at noon, and one hundred and sixty yuan a day for eight hours. ”

Now, it's just less than seven o'clock in the morning, but the entire talent market is already very lively.

There are thousands of people shuttling through it, all trying to find a good job with a lot of money but an easy job.

Their eyes as they looked at the recruitment billboards everywhere were full of hope and desire for the future.

Because this represents their income in the future, for a long time, or for a short period of time, and even for their future destiny......

Song Yong, who was carrying a backpack, was walking in the talent market with a little weakness at the moment.

No matter who hasn't eaten for a day, there will be weak hands and some weak steps, these normal physiological conditions.

In fact, Song Yong, who is only twenty-six years old, is a legendary god.

It's a pity that this kind of great god is not the kind of god who has mana and is omnipotent in the legend, and even among the kind of online writers, the great god writer who earns millions a year is not counted.

He is just a great god who is nicknamed the great god by the vast number of melon-eating people, with the excitement of hunting in his eyes and the joke in his mouth: Sanhe God!

The so-called Sanhe Dashen refers to the deep city, a large city in the south, ten kilometers away from the central area of the city, there is a place called Jingle New Village, Longhua New District.

In Jingle New Village, there is a famous Sanhe talent market.

Every year, it attracts millions of job seekers from all over the country, and tens of thousands of them choose to stay in the vicinity of Sanhe and be 'paralyzed'.

They became unemployed, earning a living as day-to-day casual workers.

After doing the daily settlement of the previous day, the income of the daily settlement can allow them to play for three days, and it is known as 'do one day, play for three days.' ’

That's because they didn't think about a job for a long time.

Like black-hearted black intermediaries, black-hearted black factories and bosses, none of these people have experienced it, and they have also been deceived and deducted more or less wages.

Therefore, after a long time, they would rather starve to death than work in the factory for a long time, which has become the iron-like purpose of these people.

Of course, if you want to survive for at least three days with that little money, the quality of life is naturally unsatisfactory.

They usually eat and drink a bowl of clear soup noodles for five yuan, and drink a large bottle of blue mineral water for two yuan, and if anyone drinks a bottle of iced tea in front of them, it is simply showing off their wealth in Chiguoguo.

The sleeping place at night is a temporary bed for 15 yuan a night.

Or, Mei Zizi spent ten yuan to play a night of games in a small Internet café.

In short, around the Sanhe talent market, there are dense restaurants, Internet cafes, game halls, and rental houses, where they can easily find all the services they need.

The premise is that you have to be able to come up with the money to get these cheap services.

In fact, even if they don't have money, it's not a big deal for them.

The location of the corner of the Internet café, the Longhua Park not far away, and the eaves of the alleys around the Sanhe Market, some are places that can make people cope with a night.

As for the trivial matter of having nothing to eat, for a qualified Sanhe god, being hungry for a day or two is just a very ordinary trivial matter.

I don't know when these people have had a nickname: Sanhe God.

Some people are paralyzed in the surrounding area of the Sanhe Talent Market like rotten meat, waiting to rot and stink, and there is no future in sight.

It's not that they don't have a home, it's just that they don't have the face to go back for one reason or another.

And Song Yong is just one of them who is not famous at all......

Dragging his weak steps, Song Yong was like an old lion patrolling his territory, but he didn't seem to hear the sound of day-end recruitment from the electric horns around him.

Even, looking at the fact that there were many people around every recruitment agent, there was deep contempt in his eyes.

Yes, it is indeed contempt.

Otherwise, you will definitely know that it is a normal market situation to go to the hospital and queue for 100 yuan for two hours and work on the construction site for 200 yuan a day.

The dozens of dollars that were lost were just greedy by these unconscionable black intermediaries.

As a senior Sanhe god, Song Yong will never compromise with these black intermediaries, even if he only has one dollar in his pocket now.

But so what? Lao Tzu won't give these grandsons a chance to make black money.

At about eight o'clock, Song Yong, who had already circled the Sanhe talent market, still hadn't found his favorite day-end job.

The reason why the adjective is probably used is that Song Yong doesn't have a mobile phone at all.

A week ago, his domestically made smart phone, which he didn't know how many hands he had, was exchanged for 200 yuan, and as a result, the landlord who had been fighting on a park bench for a night with several other acquaintances was gone.

Damn! His luck stinks that day.

After walking out of the crowd and finding a relatively empty spot in the small square at the door, Song Yong felt a faint pain in his stomach.

He knew it wasn't a big deal, but he was just a little hungry and couldn't bear it.

That's what it should look like.

For this reason, he scolded indignantly: "Cheap people are hypocritical, they didn't eat for three days before, but now it's like this for one day? Didn't you eat a grilled fish and three bottles of beer the night before yesterday?"

Recalling the wonderful taste of grilled fish, Song Yong's stomach seemed to be even more troublesome.

In this case, he could only take out his last possession from his trouser pocket, a one-dollar steel hammer.

In a place like Shenzhen, what can you buy with a dollar of steel hammer?

This is a question worth exploring, in the steamed bun shop outside the two alleys, you can buy a steamed bun or steamed bun, how much can you fill your stomach.

But for Song Yong, he has a better choice.

"Two cigarettes. As Song Yong said this, he handed the sweaty steel hammer in his hand to a middle-aged woman.

The freckled, short, and fat woman took the steel hammer and handed back two double happiness sticks with her hands and feet.

And, in his mouth, he asked, "Do you want to borrow a lighter?"

It is a stall consisting of a small table and a freezer, and in the most visible place, a large handwritten card hangs.

The big card was filled with words with a paint pen: a cigarette of five cents, an iced watermelon for two yuan, and another house for rent, both long-term and temporary.

After taking the cigarette, Song Yong couldn't wait to stuff one into his mouth.

In a muttered voice, he replied, "Yes, borrow a lighter." ”

He inhaled a puff of smoke into his mouth vigorously, and then spewed it out with his nasal cavity, which immediately made Song Yong feel that his stomach had been rebelling, and he felt a lot better.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he began to plan to get something to fill his more and more pretentious stomach.

Just because he doesn't have any money in his pocket doesn't mean he has nothing to do now, it's time for him to use Sanhe God's ultimate trick: opening treasure chests.

Opening a treasure chest is actually just going through the garbage.

Those garbage cans scattered all over the streets and alleys are the last life-saving means for the gods of Sanhe.

There are a lot of treasures that can come in handy for them, such as clothes and shoes to wear, half of the food they eat, etc.

To be able to open so many good things, it is not too much to call it a treasure chest......

With the expectation of those unknown good things in the treasure chest, Song Yong walked towards the garbage bin a hundred and ten meters away.

He clearly remembered that there was a garbage bin there, and it had always been passed down by word of mouth among many great gods, and there was a great chance that good things could be opened.

The main reason is that people often throw half of their breakfast into it in order to be in a hurry.

If you're lucky, you might even find soy milk or something, which tastes much better than the tap water in the public toilets in the park, and it's also very nutritious.

It's just that when Song Yong walked out dozens of meters, a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stopped him.

The man opened his mouth and said, "Pretty boy, do you sell ID cards? Buy it at a high price today, fifty yuan a piece." ”

After hearing this, Song Yong instinctively stood up, and the ID card of fifty yuan was properly purchased at a high price in the Sanhe Talent Market.

In normal times, an ID card is sold for 40 yuan at most, and when you get it in your hand, it is often only 25 yuan.

Maybe it's because this man is in a hurry to buy it, so he offered such a rare high price.

Fifty yuan? What a huge sum of money for Song Yong now.

This means that he can go to Shuangfeng Noodle Restaurant, the holy land of Sanhe God, and spend five yuan to eat a clear soup noodle with a small amount of greens and pickles, but the portion is absolutely sufficient.

If you have a bowl in the morning and evening, your stomach won't rebel for a day.

The rest of the money can buy a whole pack of cigarettes and lighters, and you can also go to an Internet café for a night of chicken games.

You can even spend more than 30 yuan to play a fruit machine in the game hall.

In other words, if you win the last prize, you won't have to worry about it for at least ten days in the future.

However, after hesitating for half a minute, Song Yong instinctively pinched the ID card placed deep in his trouser pocket, and replied: "Lao Tzu doesn't sell ......"

After the ID card is sold, God knows what will be used for it after it changes hands many times.

But the above is not what Song Yong is really worried about, and the reason why he really didn't sell his ID card is because it was the last bit of concern in his heart, the last bit of concern for his hometown.

He couldn't remember exactly how long he had been paralyzed.

But he clearly remembered that five years ago, he had just graduated from a third-rate university, and he did not choose to work hard.

Instead, he returned to his hometown in Xiangxi, and with his parents' savings of more than 100,000 yuan in his life, he opened a small shop in the county seat; as a result, after two years of hard work, not only did he not make any money, but he also owed a huge debt of more than 200,000 yuan.

Looking at his elderly parents, who seemed to be old overnight, Song Yong came to Guangdong Province ambitiously to work hard.

Originally, he thought that he could always find a good job as a college student, and then pay off the sharp debts of those relatives and let his parents live a good life.

Paying off debts is naturally a matter of course, and he thinks so when he goes out.

It's just that the reality is so cruel and desperate that he changed jobs in more than a year.

While tired and dead dog, the money was not saved at all, and in the end, I didn't know how to drop, so I came to the place of Sanhe, and was paralyzed like a walking corpse.

Maybe one day, he will die quietly in a corner like some Sanhe gods.

The only difference is that Song Yong decided to secretly throw his ID card into the sewer before this day came.

In that case, no one else will use his ID card to identify himself from his dead dog-like stiff body, and finally notify his parents back home.

As a result, there may be a glimmer of expectation in the hearts of the old man.

I hope that one day, their son who went to college will return to his hometown, and he will bring his virtuous daughter-in-law and big fat grandson.

At that time, the chubby eldest grandson was already able to call his grandfather and grandmother loudly in standard Mandarin without a Hunan accent......

With the last insistence, Song Yong walked to the alley of the target without looking back.

A clear laugh came from behind him: "It's just a hanging, drag a yarn! Keep your ID card and don't sell it, and you will starve your grandson to death today." ”

Hearing this ridicule, Song Yong did not look back to defend himself.

'Hanging' is another ridiculous title for the god of Sanhe! But so what?

Song Yong instead raised his head and chested up, and worked hard to get out of the heroic steps that he thought he was walking like a dragon and a tiger, and his heart was full of unspeakable arrogance: Lao Tzu is just hanging up, and he will not sell his ID card to you.

And at this time, another delicate female voice sounded: "Look, husband, that person seems to be a wild dog~"