Nine. It's hard to figure out how hard you want to yourself
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Da Le shook his head like a wave drum: "Dad, do you want to be smashed by a brick again?" ā
Li Yingjun never thought of going to the construction site to work as a migrant worker, so he simply pushed the boat down the river, and shook his head like a wave drum: "Dad won't go to the construction site, let alone walking under the scaffolding now, he doesn't dare to look at it." ā
"That ......"
"Dad wants to go and see, is there a shortage of people who are on the watch, looking at the garage or something." Li Yingjun lied, he actually planned to secretly find a civilian job behind their backs.
"I see how tired I am from the car, and I can't go home at night." Da Le was a little unhappy.
"Dad is still young, it's not a problem to be so idle, and I have to let you go out for a run. I'm not tired of playing more, now the security is good, basically I sleep a lot, I come back during the day to make up for a sleep, and I can continue to help you clean up the newspaper. ā
"If it were that easy, you'd have found it a long time ago...... You don't have to ask for food. Da Le sighed, and patted Li Yingjun on the shoulder: "Dad, if you want to find me, you won't stop you." ā
Li Yingjun led to the focus of this dialogue: "Great happiness, so ......"
"There is a fart ......" Da Le said two words and changed his words: "Why are you so wordy, just say whatever you want." ā
That's a shocking change.
Li Yingjun was a little moved, and rubbed his hands: "I...... When I go out to find a job, I have to have some decent clothes, or people don't want you, and they have to suspect that you are stealing. ā
Da Le was stunned for a moment, stood up and walked into the house, fiddled under Li Yingjun's bed for a long time, and after a while, he came out again, and stuffed a thick roll of paper into Li Yingjun's hand: "This is from October last year to the present, you can look at it yourself." ā
Li Yingjun unfolded the scroll in his hand in the moonlight, and there were quite a lot of them, but the denominations were too small. After estimating it, Li Yingjun was a little unconvinced, and raised his head and asked, "Is there four hundred?" ā
"Pretty much."
Da Le thought about it, and then took some more from Li Yingjun's hand: "I have to leave one or two hundred for emergency." Last time, I didn't leave any money, and Wule was over. ā
"Huh?" Li Yingjun was very puzzled, and when he saw Da Le's eyes sweeping, he said "oh" again, saying that he knew how Wule was "endless".
In any case, this "huge amount" of money is too heavy to hold in your hands.
Da Le yawned: "Dad, I'm going to sleep, don't show Erle and them when I buy it, or I'll have to bury it before I wear it." ā
Li Yingjun also stood up and straightened his waist.
"Dad, don't decide what to do, discuss it with me." Da Le was still not at ease before going to bed, and gave another advice.
Li Yingjun bundled up the newspapers, stacked them at the door like Da Le, said yes, and lay down on the bed.
The "pillow core" is gone, and it is really uncomfortable to sleep, Li Yingjun looked at the bend of the moon exposed from the hole in the ceiling, like Da Le's smiling eyes.
"Even if you die if you can't find a woman in your previous life or in this life, what does it matter? Don't I have five good sons! ā
The scorching sun was scorching, and Li Yingjun's precious money in his palms was sweating.
He followed the big road that he had inquired about many times and remembered that it was ripe, until he came to the intersection of the bustling commercial district in the city center.
He was confused.
Behind Li Yingjun is the business boutique club of the Holiday Inn Gujing, directly opposite the Gucci famous store, the store across the street on the right-hand side has no store name, a huge white pick on the plain black background, and the two-story storefront on the street on the left hand side is beautifully decorated, with four big characters written on it: "Golden Diamond Aristocrat", and a row of small characters below: "Famous Leisure".
Yes, they are all things that Li Yingjun can't afford now that he is "bankrupt".
In fact, he rarely shops in person, and what he needs, he often just asks a secretary, and now he looks at this world of flowers, and the traffic is busy, and he is a little worried.
Li Yingjun looked down, two sleeves of different lengths, two trouser legs with serrated wolf teeth, and two shoes grinning.
This image is that even if you have a huge amount of money, you have to be kicked out of the store.
Li Yingjun stood on the corner of the street and hesitated for a while, then made up his mind to walk towards the sentry box.
"Hello, comrade!"
The police comrade was a handsome little white face, and he was very unhappy when he heard this: "What are the same aspirations with the same people?" ā
"That'...... Mr. Police? ā
"Well, what's the matter?" The little cop loves to ignore it.
"Where is the cheapest place to sell clothes?"
The policeman comrade was unhappy again: "Why do I have to know where the cheapest is?" Oh, we servants of the people are only worthy of wearing the cheapest? Go and go, stay and go, and if you are poor and want food, don't affect the city's appearance here. ā
"Look at you, that's not what I meant......"
The little policeman ignored him, took out two earphones with his orchid fingers and plugged them, closed his eyes and shook his head.
Li Yingjun looked at the police car parked next to the guard box, stared for a moment at the six big characters "difficult to find the police" posted on the rear glass window, dragged his broken shoes and turned around to look for someone who could ask for directions again.
A few middle school girls were talking and laughing.
A group of girls in their prime were startled by Li Yingjun who stopped in front.
"Where is the cheapest place to buy clothes in the city?"
The girls automatically divided into two columns centered on Li Yingjun, and quietly walked around, turning back from time to time with suspicious eyes and whispers.
"Hey, you look at his eyes, he seems to be staring at our school uniform! It's a pervert, right? ā
"yes, it's disgusting! It's dirty! ā
"Hey, do you think he wants to buy women's clothes?"
"Wow, don't say it, people just watched "The King's Man" last night, and it affects the beautiful image in people's hearts."
Li Yingjun's hands and paws clenched involuntarily, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Li Yingjun stopped the third one when his self-esteem was extremely hit, and was about to speak, when the handsome guy popped something out in an extremely chic posture.
The thing rolled on the ground, and the handsome guy waved his sleeves, not taking away a cloud, but leaving a dollar coin.
Li Yingjun struggled a little in his heart, and after choosing, he admitted that he was a beggar physically and mentally; If you don't pick it, it is equivalent to Dale giving up two catties of free newspapers.
He hesitated, and was about to pick up the coin, when a figure sprang out of the spur next to him, and quickly stepped the still spinning coin under his feet.
Li Yingjun was furious at the same time that he couldn't regret it, and without saying a word, he went up and squeezed the man.
The man was squeezed by his 1.8 meter big man, and took a few steps back, Li Yingjun hurriedly squatted down and picked up the coin in his hand, and wiped it with great cherishment.
Cheng Biting Jin, who was killed halfway, didn't get any benefit this time, spat viciously to the side, and was about to pounce, just in time for Li Yingjun to hold the coin in his arms and look at him.
Looking at each other, Li Yingjun became even more angry.
The young man opposite, although he is not well-dressed, is worlds different from Li Yingjun, a tight T-shirt, half-worn jeans, and a thick yellow chain around his neck.
Li Yingjun's anger rose in his heart: "You are still robbing a beggar with me for a yuan, do you lose your share!" ā
But the money has arrived, although his 1.8-meter-8 big man has an overwhelming advantage in the battle, Li Yingjun doesn't want to fight with him, first, it's a waste of time, and second, the little policeman on the other side of the sentry box has already looked over here, in case he is locked up for a few days because of a fight, and the five children in the family must not die in a hurry?
Li Yingjun demonstrated to the other party with a hideous face, turned around and left.
I didn't take a few steps when I heard someone shouting behind me: "Handsome brother! How can it be you! ā
The enthusiasm of his voice and the flattery of his attitude made Li Yingjun, who had not been president for many days, have goosebumps all over his body.
When I looked back, it was the young man with a yellow chain around his neck.
The young man's eyes lit up, and he ran over in two steps and one step, not thinking that Li Yingjun's hands were dirty, so he grabbed them.
"Handsome brother!"
His name was already unacceptable, but now it is even more disgusting to be followed by a "brother...... Li Yingjun felt a chill behind him, although he didn't understand why the person who was competing with him for a one-yuan coin just now suddenly saw himself as if he was seeing a relative, but ...... But for a person who has "lost his memory", what else can't happen!
Li Yingjun opened his mouth, and felt a dilemma in his heart: "Where did I know him?" ā
The young man touched his head embarrassedly and smiled: "I'm sorry, handsome brother, although my brother is like this now, I can't change my previous poor problems." ā
The young man took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two thin ones, and motioned to Li Yingjun.
Li Yingjun waved his hand.
"Quitted?" The young man asked and didn't plan to listen to the result, he smoked one and put it in his mouth, put the cigarette case back in his pocket, and touched a lighter up and down, "snapped" and shook off the lid on the jeans, the lighter came out of a spark, and a small blue flame ignited on the white core.
This set of actions was natural, and Li Yingjun was dumbfounded.
"Good guy, I've been practicing for a while, alas, I always have to say something......" Li Yingjun muttered in his heart: "Looking at his villainous appearance, it can't be wrong to say that he is rich." ā
"You've made a fortune!"
The golden lighter was tossed around in the young man's hand, he aimed at Li Yingjun, took a puff of cigarette fiercely, and exhaled leisurely: "Brother Handsome, ask you to work with me, you refuse, or you will earn more than me." ā
This sentence was so critical that Li Yingjun's eyes widened like light bulbs.
"You're just too child-oriented." The young man patted Li Yingjun on the shoulder and made a sympathetic gesture.
Li Yingjun didn't know what the young man said to do together, so he had to respond.
"Actually, those little boys know something, you just need to get a big one."
Li Yingjun doesn't like to listen to this, so he is sorry for his own children, and he feels uncomfortable when he hears others say "little kids".
The young man didn't see that the expression under Li Yingjun's dark face was no longer natural, so he continued to make sympathetic gestures, looking up and down: "Brother Handsome, you are still the same profession!" ā
Li Yingjun didn't want to be too embarrassed, so he hurriedly explained: "I was sick a while ago, no, I'm going to buy cheap clothes and find a job." The old ones didn't come out, and they got lost. ā
"Oh...... I'm going to the City God Temple......" The young man's eyes were meaningful: "Brother Handsome, what kind of work do you want to do?" ā
"This ......" Li Yingjun hesitated for a moment, although the young man's answer inadvertently provided him with the information he urgently needed now, but he still decided to lie: "What other job can I find?" Isn't it just looking for a vigil or something? ā
"Oh......" The young man shook his head: "It's a little difficult, the kind of work you said is now a beautiful job, where is the unit not taking care of its own people?" ā
"Gotta try." Li Yingjun smiled.
"Oh......"
Li Yingjun was annoyed: "You're okay like a rooster, oh what!" ā
"Okay, that's it, Brother Handsome, this is my business card, just look for me if you have something!"
The young man didn't know where to take out a golden box, and took out one with his hand wearing a huge golden hammer.
"Anyway, you don't know how to read, just look at the phone number above, just call me for this number!"
Li Yingjun stretched out his hand and took it: "Thank you!" ā
"Thank you, thank you! You're welcome! Bye! ā
"Bye-bye ......"
The ragged Li Yingjun got important information, and happily ran to the little policeman: "Same ...... No, Mr. Policeman, how do you get to the City God Temple? ā
The little policeman was a little disappointed that Li Yingjun and the young man didn't fight, and pointed to a road listlessly: "Follow this road, go straight ahead, turn left at the second intersection, and go in." It's not easy to do business there, and there are more people who ask for food. ā
Li Yingjun came to the City God Temple with a huge amount of money nervously, and in the City God Temple Pedestrian Street with five steps, one begging, ten steps and one begging, he passed smoothly with his own very bewildering beggar dress and came to the clothing street.
It turns out that even if you are a beggar, as long as you have money, you will get the most enthusiastic service, and the only regret is that you can't try it on.
After comparing the prices of the entire street, Li Yingjun happily bought a full set of clothes, pants, shoes and socks at a price of 2% - a "Younqer" short-sleeved shirt, a "Kimdon" trousers, a pair of fake crocodile leather shoes and a pair of socks at a discount.
When Li Yingjun left, he didn't forget to threaten the shopkeeper: "Boss, I haven't tried anything, if I don't dress properly when I go back, I'll be sorry at that time, I'll sit at your door for a year and a half." ā
The shopkeeper nodded like pounded garlic: "Look at what you said, your body is the same as the model at our doorstep, can you be fake!" ā
The model by the door was tall and muscular, but he had no head, and the paint on his arms had fallen off, and he was propped up there by the shelf, and he was put in a strange pose that was difficult for the human body to reach by the shopkeeper.
Li Yingjun glanced at the model and thought to himself: "Are you praising me or hurting me!" He said "goodbye" to the boss, tucked his clothes under his arm, and walked home.
After a day of tossing, Li Yingjun was very tired, but when he remembered Da Le's words, he looked at a new set of clothes on the bed, he didn't want it to be covered with black handprints.
Li Yingjun began to look around the house, thinking about it, lifted a ragged mattress, pressed his shirt and pants underneath, so that it would be smoother when he wore it tomorrow, his shoes were hidden under the bed, his socks were stuffed in the pillow, and he looked around from all angles without revealing any flaws, and then he was relieved to sort out the newspaper.
"Mr. Li, you can come to work tomorrow, the monthly salary of the probation period is 800 yuan, if you do well during the probationary period, you can be transferred to a regular employee, and if you do well, there will be a bonus." The female manager of the interview looked at him with a smile on her face, sincere eyes, and gently pursed her lips.
Li Yingjun also reciprocated with a sincere smile, and when he was laughing, he suddenly felt suffocated, out of breath, and his eyes were black.
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