In the evening, Song Gao sent over the recruitment quota of the pharmaceutical factory.
Without Zhao Caiyun's entanglement, Song Gao had a greasy back hair, a shirt and trousers, with one hand in his pocket and a proud look.
He handed the indicator into Mo Bei's hand, patted Mo Bei's shoulder and said to him with a hint of pride: "In a week, you can report to the factory with this indicator. If anything happens in the pharmaceutical factory in the future, just ask him.
Me, I can get along well in the factory."
Mo Bei said nothing, but stared at Song Gao's hand on his shoulder with displeasure.
Song Gao immediately felt that Mo Bei's shoulder was hot, took his hand away and smiled flatteringly at him, "Do you need me to help you find a house in the city?"
Mo Bei refused coldly, "No need."
"Oh, then I'm leaving?"
"I won't send it."
Song Gao was about to turn around, and Mo Bei suddenly thought of something. He stopped him and lowered his voice and asked, "Has Zhao Caiyun contacted you?"
"No." Song Gao shook his head quickly.
"If she contacts you..."
"I know that if she contacts me, I will definitely help you stabilize her and ask about Leilei's whereabouts. But I think she should be too embarrassed to contact me."
Mo Bei nodded and then turned around and went back to the house.
The next day, he and Gu Anran took their packed luggage, said goodbye to their families and went to the city.
After wandering around for a day, they finally found a house they were satisfied with before dark.
This room is close to the station, and it is very convenient to take the bus. Whether Mo Bei goes to work in a pharmaceutical factory or Gu Anran goes to a tutoring school in the future, it is very convenient.
There are two rooms, a small courtyard, and a private courtyard. It is a bit small, but it is enough for them.
Before Mo Bei went to the pharmaceutical factory to report, they tidied up the inside and outside, making it feel like a small home.
Gu Anran can cook, she just doesn't know how to use Qingfeng Village's firewood to cook.
There is a gas stove available here, which is much more convenient.
Mo Bei ate Gu Anran's fried food here for the first time and praised her talent.
Gu Anran squeezed her eyes and giggled. Seeing him enjoying the meal and praising her craftsmanship, she thought to herself: How can this be called talent? This is years of training, okay?
After the housing issue was settled, Mo Bei went to the pharmaceutical factory to report. The work went smoothly and he joined the company on the same day.
One night when he came back from get off work, he took back ten yuan and gave it to Gu Anran, "This is the extra money I earned on the way to get off work. You keep it. There is a small restaurant selling food outside our alley. You can go there tomorrow." See, you can eat whatever you want."
"So powerful?" Gu Anran took the big picture and asked him curiously: "How did you earn these ten yuan?"
"When I came back, I passed by the park. A street vendor in the park did a little trick. He had a wooden stick in front of him with a long nail nailed on it. If someone knocked down the nail within three times, he would give it to that person.
Ten yuan. If the nail cannot be driven in or the steel nail is bent, the challenger will have to pay him one yuan."
Ha, so that's it! This is a hit in the palm of Mo Bei's hand!
Mo Bei is very skillful with his hands. He does all the carpentry work at home in his spare time. Isn't it a piece of cake to hammer in a few nails? People in the city are different. They are busy going to work every day. If there is something at home that needs to be repaired,
They always ask workers to go home and repair it.
The owner of the street stall in this park took advantage of this principle and came up with a way to make some money. The idea was fine, but the location he chose was wrong.