April 17, the third day of Gu Chaoyang's arrival.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Ryan arrived at the front of the trading company.

The trading house's glass revolving door remained closed, and on the upper left wall hung a black sign with several gilded fancy letters, Williams, on the door.

This is the Williams Trading Company, where Ryan worked for four years.

Ryan turned the gate and walked more than ten steps forward, where there was a small alley, and he turned the corner and entered the back alley.

The back door of the trading house opened on the side of the alley, ajar, and Ryan walked in.

Came to the storage room, to the closet, took off his shirt and changed into his uniform.

White shirt, black pants, red vest, in the past, the teenager would feel very proud to wear this shirt, proud to be a member of Williams, now, of course, no such thoughts.

It's just cheap labor!

In order to disguise his anomaly, he had to continue.

Ryan was busy in the store, and he did what the boy used to do.

After being busy for a while, the other clerks arrived one after another.

Nodding in greeting, smiling in response, and the cycle continues, nothing seems to have changed.

Half an hour later, the door of the shop opened, and Ryan stood in front of it with a smile on his face, which was his job, constantly ushering in and sending off, always with a smile on his face, showing six teeth, extremely standard, no more, no less.

After a while, a clerk came and said that Mr. Devon had something to do with him, and asked him to go to the back office.

Usually, during the lunch break, Ryan would be called to the office by Mr. Devon, the steward of the trading company, to help with some chores and practice the accounting knowledge he learned in night school, Mr. Devon valued him more, and once he graduated from night school and obtained that accounting certificate, Mr. Devon would promote him to the position of manager, let him take charge of the accounts, and get out of the life of the clerk who was sent to him.

So early?

Ryan said yes to the clerk, and then, leaving the lobby, he walked quickly to the back, walked to Mr. Devon's office, knocked on the door, and after hearing the inside say please come in, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Upon entering, he had a gentle smile on his face.

Continue.

Behind the desk, Mr. Devon took off his glasses and glanced at Ryan, who was standing at the desk.

There was some compassion in his gaze, like looking at a lame puppy who was homeless in the heavy rain on the street.

"Ryan, I'm sorry......"

After a pause, he frowned and looked sad.

"You've been fired!"

Without waiting for Ryan to reply, Mr. Devon lowered his head.

The room was silent for several seconds before Mr. Devon's voice rang out again.

"Little Ryan, that's not what I meant. ”

He took out a flannel cloth and wiped the mirror of his glasses.

This is indeed not what the German meant.

Ryan came to Williams Trading Company as an apprentice at the age of thirteen, worked diligently for more than four years, was self-motivated, did things well, never lazy, and rarely made mistakes, so Devon vigorously cultivated him, and let him have time to learn some professional knowledge, Ryan also listened to him, even if he got off work at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, he would spend two or three hours going to night school to learn accounting knowledge.

Sometimes, Devin inevitably has such a plan, after his retirement, let this kid take over his class.

However, all this has come to naught.

Today, he received a call from his second son, Philip Williams, asking him to fire Ryan Charles immediately.

Mr. Devon was surprised, so he defended Ryan a few words and asked why.

However, Philip didn't listen to him much, and told him to do it immediately in a very rude tone, and soon hung up the phone.

Philip rarely came to the trading company, he was mainly in charge of the shipping business of the trading company, and he had little contact with Ryan, and Ryan could not have offended him.

Why he did this, Devin couldn't figure out.

If you don't understand, you have to do it, he has always been a part-time worker, going back a few decades, his ancestors were still the servants of Baron Williams, the domestic servant became the steward, although the identity and name have changed, the essence is no different.

Now, Devin was a little afraid to look at Ryan's face.

This is a good boy, this job is equivalent to all of him, if there is no this job, everything is all over again, it is hard to imagine that scene.

A seventeen-year-old boy like him, half an age is not small, I am afraid that no one will accept him as an apprentice, he will apply for a job, he has no diploma, if he goes to the port to work as a laborer, this small body will not last long, and in the end, he may become a street gangster, relying on petty theft to make a living.

What a life!

It's really unfair!

Mr. Devon stroked his graying hair and sighed.

He put on his glasses and looked up at Ryan.

Ryan lowered his head, stared at his toes, and didn't speak.

The attack the night before yesterday was unsuccessful, and today I let the trading company fire him, and the person behind it is really powerful!

This is to cut off his own back road, force himself to accept the contract brought by Lonzo, and leave Reims City for the New World, the existence of the boy is really an obstacle to that person.

Seeing that Ryan didn't speak, Devin thought he was broken.

A teenager like Ryan, if he didn't have a job, the best end would not be good, and he could only wander the streets to survive, and in the end, he would not have been in and out of prison many times, or he would become a nameless corpse on the side of the road, with few exceptions.

In this regard, Devin has seen a lot.

He thought about it and didn't hesitate any longer.

Devin opened the drawer, took out a stack of banknotes, and a pile of copper coins, counted them carefully, and pushed a few banknotes of different sizes and a few copper coins over the side of the desk.

"This is your salary for this month, fifteen louis and seven pfennigs......"

Ryan looked up and nodded blankly.

"Thank you, sir!"

He took the money and put it in his trouser pocket.

Although he didn't care about it in his heart, Ryan had a blank expression on his face, and he looked a little overwhelmed.

"Hey!"

Mr. Devon sighed.

He called out to Ryan, who was about to turn away.

Frowning and gritting his teeth, Devin stood up and walked around from behind the desk, he took out his wallet from his purse, found a white business card from the wallet, looked down at the business card, hesitated for a while, and resolutely handed the business card to Ryan.

"This is the business card of an old friend of mine, he needs people there!"

Ryan took the card and looked at it.

The white business card has a few black letters printed on it.

Albert Cleaning Company.

Below the name is a string of smaller letters that reads the address, 7 Fifth Avenue.

Devon's voice rang in his ears.

"My friend's company's business is special, if you really don't have a place to go, you can go here to try, what to do, you will understand when you arrive, when the time comes, do it or not, you think about it yourself......

Ryan looked up.

Devin had a wry smile on his face.

"Words of thanks...... I'll save it for later. ”