"Okay, how's your job?"

After leaning forward and adjusting his center of gravity, he said in a tone that was so light that it was weird, "The work situation is very good, I can't imagine a better working environment than here. Glamour, rich and eventful, close to home, the chief is kind and colleagues, and does not need to face the people. 」

The bell was silent for thirty seconds, and all he could hear was breathing. Later, the voice of the Director came out, "Have you gone to the right place to report?"

"I wish I hadn't. Rick touched the back of his head, where he had almost experienced a second blow, and there was a lump there, which probably wouldn't go away anytime soon. He gritted his teeth and said, "I was almost killed by the old diaper pail, this is a very serious haunt that doesn't look like a ghost, the director hasn't appeared for half a year, and the local residents are all trying to bulldoze this place. 」

"That's the first time I've heard about that, Director. The director said. The implication was that he had heard everything except this. He heard the rustle of seaweed tearing through the bell, and the chief asked him, "Anyway, you're still alive, aren't you? You're not a ghost, are you? 」

"Yes, I'm a ghost. I'm calling you to tell you that I'm going to leave for you now, and I'm going to make tea and prepare snacks. 」

"hahahahaha!" the Director let out a series of very insincere laughs.

"You're always, always relying on my lack of information, so you give me jobs that no one wants. I've had enough of suffering, I'm quitting! Hear me? I'm not going to do it, I'm going to do it! You'd better check your unemployment list and see if anyone else is stupid enough to report for duty!"

The Director honestly replied, "You're the only one. 」

Rick let out a low whine like a dog threatening.

"Well, do you know the Mishinu Building? They are now preparing to break the record for the tallest building in all Shijie, a Shijie-class landmark. There's a Protector mage there, what do you think?"

"There was a safety accident there just a few days ago, and the National Construction Bureau is eyeing it, don't go!"

"How do you know?" the Director wondered where the source of the information came from. Syk didn't even have a radio, let alone a television. No one else should tell him these things.

"Every day, I would pick up paper quilts to cover them, and there was writing on them. Rick gritted his teeth. Newspapers are also full of easily accessible ones. Not only can the brain absorb the latest information, but it can also warm the body. Wick thinks it's worth spending time every day walking through trash cans looking for it.

"Tsk, that's how shrewd I'm at this time. Should you say that you can still be saved, or are you having a hard time?"

"I also wish I hadn't been so shrewd and wouldn't have been recommended to smash a crane. 」

"Well, don't worry. The cranes are all made by scientists now, and you will never be able to dismantle them in the fourth incinerator. The Director played dumb and forgot about the fact that he had just recommended that Rick work at the site where the crane had been smashed. The smacking of the bureau chief eating seaweed was heard from the bell, and he said as he ate, "Your work is absolutely safe now. You don't have to be so nervous, it's just a little haunted, and the diaper is not a strong opponent, you are so good that you can handle it. The fourth incinerator has never had anything happen in its 35 years of operation, and it was only half a month ago that it was regularly inspected, and any problems should have been discovered at that time. It's definitely not like the last time you were there, and you only went there for a week and then blew it up. 」

Xi Ke stood up, leaned against the edge of the table and approached the magic cage, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, and yelled, "That regular inspection can't even frighten the general public, so I don't want to work in a park that exceeds two and a half times the service life!"

"If it's more than two and a half times, it's fine, but of course it's three times as much. There has been no accident for so many years, so it won't be such a problem at this time. You have to think about it, it's almost winter, and you don't have the money to rent a house, so do you have to live on the streets at such a time? The forecast department of the Meteorological Bureau said that there will be a lot of cold snaps this year. The Director was well aware that the last incident had exhausted Rick's patience with him, so he resorted to a "I'm thinking about you" strategy, but his tone didn't sound that in the slightest.

"It's just living on the streets—just having to stuff newspapers in big plastic bags as sleeping bags, and use cardboard boxes under bridges as nests—but you have to go to the back door of the kitchen to intercept the kitchen waste, and pick up other people's copper plates in the gutter - it's just bathing in the fountain and looking for water in the park to drink—" Rick's voice became quieter and quieter, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that life like that was really miserable, and the more he talked, the more he didn't want to live like that again.

"At least in the fourth incinerator, the cardboard boxes are used as door panels instead of ceilings. Just do it with gratitude. The Director said in a sympathetic voice, but he couldn't ignore the sound of the jets that couldn't help laughing.

"I'll only be there until the spring, and I'll be gone when the spring comes!" Rick tried to put on a fierce tone, but he couldn't hide his lack of choice. Amid the Bureau's wild laughter, Rick cut off the call and sat down in his chair sulking.

The poor do not have the right to choose their jobs. This is because money is needed to collect information on recruitment, wait for a job that is more desirable, prepare for the job application, and run around after the job. People who don't have money can only do whatever they want, because in this way, they often do jobs where the environment and treatment are relatively bad, and they are more likely to get sick and injured. And when that happens, it becomes even more difficult to find a job. Once Xi Ke is injured, he will be finished, he doesn't even have money for food, let alone seeing a doctor and recuperating. If he doesn't raise his body, he won't even be able to do the job he is doing now. This is the vicious circle that Xi Ke is facing now, and if he doesn't take a steady step, he will never recover.

Nick made up his mind that no matter what happened, he would live well until spring. When spring comes, he can go into the mountains and live on natural resources.

Rick got up from his chair and saw the room full of papers surrounding him. Fourth, the records of the incinerator for thirty-five years should be here. Thirty-five years ago, this place was a glamorous and developmental job that everyone dreamed of, but now, the place itself has become a large piece of garbage that should be disposed of, and everyone avoids it when it will explode.

Rick walked back to the decomposition chamber.

He only hoped that this place would last another four months.

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Today, we face garbage with the highest level of protection. He put on every piece of protective gear, and his whole body looked like an ironclad samurai. From time to time, Xiao Gu peeked at the work of Xi Ke. It was difficult to even walk in such a dress, and he wondered how Rick would work. As a result, Rick used more violence to deal with the garbage. Once, because I couldn't remove the screws, when I picked up the whole magic juice machine and dropped it, the debris was sprayed on the small ballast table.

When it was time for the garbage truck to arrive, they went to the door again to guard the garbage truck.

The rain was pouring down, and the scenery a little farther away was hidden in the rain. Holding an umbrella, Xiao Zhen and Xi Ke confront Ms. Fang Funuo in a raincoat, maintaining a distance between them and being able to see each other clearly, but not touching each other. People are sheltering from the rain at home and have not come. There was no one else around, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

Rick yawned. He was holding an old umbrella he had picked up from the garbage heap, the umbrella bone had been broken in half, and Xi Ke had repaired it and used it. The umbrella is decorated with a repetition of the red rose, and the artistic font reads: "Love is the only meaning of life. The little ballast has a much more decent umbrella than the Syke. It is a dark blue plain umbrella with anti-ultraviolet rays. He and Xi Ke stood together, and with such a big difference in appearance, the two didn't look like a gang at all.

Ms. Fangfno wears a raincoat with a colorful flower pattern on a white background. She insisted on maintaining a tall posture in such a heavy rain, but no one could resist such a natural liliang, so her whole body looked extremely stiff. She tried to show that it was her destiny to eradicate the Fourth Incinerator, and that such a drizzle would not hinder her, but she was weak, and no matter how much she claimed to be the nemesis of the Fourth Incinerator, there was no mass to incite her, and she was useless as the leader.

The three of them glared at each other in the rain until the garbage truck entered the pit safely.

To Ms. Fangfneau, the fact that she did not have the opportunity to speak as a leader seemed even more hateful than the success of the garbage truck. As she turned to leave, she glared back at Xiao Zhen and Xi Ke Zuihou, the ugly resentment in her eyes piercing through the curtain formed by the heavy rain and stabbing at them. It was so strong that even Nick's skin could feel it. Rick remembers that when she left yesterday after protesting, she was only unhappy on the surface, but she felt content.

Syk was a little uneasy, the rain had hindered her, and she would take revenge on the fourth incinerator.

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After picking up the garbage truck, it was dinner time again. It's just the right time to make Syk forget the scare of the laugh stripe monster. Today's dinner is a pancake made of sliced meat, vegetables, and batter, which is layered on top of each other and fried on an iron plate. It's like a hot pot. Xi Ke was restless, holding a shovel in each hand, staring at the magic frying pan provided by Xiao Xuan.

"Eight minutes?" asked Rick almost every fifteen seconds.

"Not yet, calm down. Xiao Ballast felt that Xi Ke looked like he wanted to swallow the ingredients raw. I knew that I shouldn't buy beef that can be eaten raw, but I should buy pork that must be fully cooked. That way, at least you can use bacteria to pin him down.

"Can you use stir-frying?" asked Ricke. This will ripen faster.

"No, you can't. batter who mixes and stir-fry with you. As a meat provider, the authority that brought him to serve food ordered it to be forbidden.

The one who feeds is the boss. Rick had to bite his lip and endure it.

"Since you can afford to eat this kind of good food, Weishenme still comes to work in this kind of place?" asked Xike. This question is more difficult to solve in Xike's mind than when this place will explode. The residents of the neighborhood don't like them, and of course they don't do business with them, and they won't even sell them a bento. The food ingredients were directly called to the manufacturer in magic words, and the manufacturer drove a car with a freezer to the fourth incinerator. Nick was shocked by this. The number of employees who eat here is not so large that it can be considered wholesale, and only the goods with high unit prices can make a special trip for the merchants. Xiao Ballast didn't need to show Xi Ke the price, and he also knew that Xiao Ballast was extraordinarily rich.

In Nick's mind, wealthy people may run to do unprofitable jobs to pass the time, for example, they may do charity performances and help pack books to be delivered to poor areas, but it is absolutely impossible to run to do jobs that everyone scolds and tarnishes their positive image.

"The law doesn't reserve this job for the poor, does it?" Xiao Zhen rested his elbow on the table, one hand clenched into a fist to support his cheek, because he was a little tired from the confrontation in the rain just now, his eyelids were loose, and he smiled a little lazily, "I'm looking for something." That's what was thrown here a long time ago. If this place is abandoned and demolished, there will probably be no chance of getting that thing back. That's why I'm trying to keep this place running. Xiao Ji snatched a shovel from Xike's hand and expertly turned over the pancakes.

With one of his remaining shovels, he poked holes in the pancakes: "What kind of thing? Did you hide your jewelry in a pile of waste paper and accidentally take it for recycling? Or did you lose it without finding your pet in the garbage bag during cleaning?"

Xiao Ji deliberately used a shovel to block Xike's view of the pancakes, but Xike stretched his neck to the side and continued to stare at the pancakes. "I think you're more concerned about pancakes than about me. Xiao Gu said with a smile.

"That's not the case. Still, his eyes were fixed on the pancakes, and he said unconvincingly, "I have only eyes and stomach for pancakes, and my heart and ears are yours." 」

"No, I'd better stop talking. You're going to laugh at me. 」

Nick took a very brief moment to glance at Xiao Xuan's expression, and then turned back to the pancake. Xiao Zhen gave a self-deprecating wry smile, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he smiled. This made Xi Ke wonder if what Xiao Zhen was looking for was something that could not be exposed, such as "a camera that recorded his girlfriend's naked figure".

Nick gave up the pancakes and said to Xiao Zhen sincerely, "I won't laugh at you. For the sake of our common protection of the garbage, let's talk. Xi Ke felt that after being frightened by the laugh stripe monster together, they should have a little bit of comradeship.

He put the shovel down, covered his face with his hands, and said, "No, it's really funny. Anyone I've heard of something I'm looking for doesn't laugh. 」

Xi Ke saw that Xiao Zhen's neck was red, and he seemed to be really embarrassed, so he gave up asking. Soon, his mouth was blocked by pancakes, and he had no time to bother with it.