But several of them seemed to have lost their souls... They felt that after leaving "Infinite" OL and returning to their normal routine, their lives would no longer be the same.
A dusty construction site.
"Make money, I want to make money!"
A skinny young man pushed a cement truck, shaking his body as he pushed the truck up the slope with all his strength.
The wooden board covered with loose soil rose and fell elastically with his footsteps, raising layers of gray mist. Drops of sweat fell down, and were stained gray by the thin dust in the air before they even hit the ground...
very tired!
But I can make money.
Wu Zijie can clearly feel the changes in himself during this period.
In the past, if I worked for an hour or two, my body would almost reach its limit.
In the end, I was forced to hold on. By the end of the day, my body was falling apart and my legs were swollen like steamed buns.
But now.
He was still very tired, but every time he felt unable to support himself, he only needed to sit quietly for a while and run the Hunyuan Gong... The physical fatigue would disappear like a tide, and he would feel steaming instead.
And no matter how tired you were the day before, as long as you silently practice Hunyuan Gong while sleeping, you will still be energetic and energetic the next day to work.
Moreover, this cultivation method seems to be much more efficient than normal cultivation.
I'm afraid no one knows that no matter whether he is a proud student in college or a powerful soldier in the military camp, in fact, the efficiency of practicing Hunyuan Gong is not as good as that of a small worker in a construction site.
But what makes Wu Zijie even more happy is that he earns more money.
He is just a temporary worker, and he can earn whatever he sells. In the past few days, he has worked hard, and his income in one day is equivalent to two days.
Of course, there are some flaws, and my appetite is much, much bigger than before, but since the construction site is responsible for the food, this is not a problem.
Although he always brags and slaps them in the game, Wu Zijie's own family knows his own affairs.
He and those players are not the same person.
Just like the sterilizer, he just said he was going to work, and he could get back tens of thousands in cash in half a day, and others wouldn't even worry about him running away...
Although he is still just a student now, if he can be admitted to Yunyang University, he will have a bright future as long as he does not commit suicide.
Not to mention Lu Yuanlang, a twenty-two-year-old master of the Qi Condensation Realm, he could become a mainstay in any force and be fully cultivated.
When Zi Bai opens his mouth, it means one million...
And what about him? Although he chatted and laughed with them in the game, every time he returned to reality, gnawing on cold steamed buns and drinking plain water, he really didn't feel a bit envious in his heart?
We are not from the same world.
He didn't dare to think about exchanging martial arts skills. Now that this set of skills can make him more money, he is satisfied enough.
All he can do is work hard to practice what little he has.
End the day's work.
I dragged my tired body back to the dormitory, washed up, and had a delicious meal.
Normally, he would just put on the helmet and enter the game...but now the game is updated.
He could only sit cross-legged on the bed and practice silently. During this time, he was online every day except digging vegetables and practicing, and accumulated a lot of experience.
When practicing in reality, the progress is not much slower than in the game.
Suddenly, there was a sharp and sharp bang.
It was the sound of a washbasin being kicked over to the ground, accompanied by a sneer and ridicule.
"It's this unique look again. Are you suffering from hemorrhoids and can't sit still? Do you have to use such a sensational way to show that you are different?"
Wu Zijie opened his eyes and saw three dark men with vests on their shoulders walking in...
It's his roommate.
The leader is called Lao Chong, an old gangster.
At this time, what was hidden in their eyes was naked hostility.
Wu Zijie understood why.
After all, compared with the old fritters who were over fifty years old and were just hanging around on a basic salary, since Wu Zijie came, it is no longer easy for them to hang around and wait to die...
If they don't work hard, there are people who work hard. If Wu Zijie's workload in a day is reduced, will they still dare to cheat like before?
Therefore, they often troubled him about this matter.
It's just that Wu Zijie thinks that one thing is one thing, so even if he is bullied, he just suffers it silently...
But you have to work as much as you should. Isn’t it because you suffer this at a young age because you can make money faster in this industry as long as you are willing to put in the effort?
But recently, in the eyes of Lao Chong and the others, Wu Zijie is clearly a villain who gets mad when he gets his way. Didn't the supervisor praise him for his abilities before?
It's been like pumping oil these past few days, and the workload has been rising sharply.
Especially this month, it is said that Wu Zijie's bonus has been increased by 30%, but their bonus is gone. The supervisor said very bluntly that they are a group of old people. If they can't compare with a young person, then they will not use it in the future.
The old man said coldly: "Boy, because of you, I lost 800 yuan this month. How are you going to compensate me? Is it cash or terminal transfer?"
Wu Zijie didn't answer.
But the old man didn't intend to let him go. He walked arrogantly to Wu Zijie's bedside, casually pushed the rice bowl on his table to the floor, and stepped on it with his feet along with the towel.
The two companions next to him stood on one side and the other sneered: "I'm a little taller than the old bug. My bonus this month is 1,200. What should I do if your kid cheated on me?"
Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Wu Zijie opened his eyes, flinching a little, but even he didn't notice that his fear now seemed a little different from the fear before.
In the past, there was no need for physical pain in this situation, and I would definitely be scared.
But now...he is afraid of trouble.
Wu Zijie said seriously: "I come here just because I have no ability and can only work hard to make money, and I am very short of money, so if your interests are harmed in any way, I can apologize, and I can also treat everyone to a meal after I have paid my salary."
A good apology."
"You don't have to eat it, just discount it. It's the best standard of heaven and earth. The per capita consumption is 1,200 yuan, so I can still earn 400 yuan."
"Sorry, I actually wanted to treat everyone to a big plate of chicken."
"I want to eat chicken, but not that chicken."
The old man slapped Wu Zijie on the head and said angrily: "I know you have no money now. Listen carefully. On the day of salary payment, the three of us will receive a bonus of 1,500 yuan each and an apology of 500 yuan."
If you lose one point of gold, I will beat you to death."
"I don't have that much money."
"Hey, your bones are hard. Have you forgotten what I beat you last time? Do you want your life or money?"
"I want money."
Wu Zijie raised his head and glanced at Lao Chong, and said word by word: "Money is my life. If you want my life, of course I can't give it to you."
"Mom, you value money as much as your life. It's a pity that whether it's life or money, you'll lose it if you don't give it to me... What do you want to do?"
The old Chong was suddenly startled. He felt that his palm had been tightly grasped. The opponent's strength was as strong as an iron pliers, which caused him some pain.
Wu Zijie said in a low voice: "I don't want to cause trouble, I just want to make money... Can you let me work honestly and peacefully?"
"If you work, we will lose your job."
The old man kicked Wu Zijie angrily.
"Don't mess with me!"
Even Wu Zijie himself didn't notice...
After he achieved some success in Hunyuan Gong, although he was still taciturn and did not cause trouble, the submissiveness he had before had long since disappeared.
A chivalrous person breaks the law with force.
With strength, even if you are half-hearted... you will no longer be weak-minded after all.
