Chapter 312: Sick seedlings

Investing in something like the future with a risky attitude is a matter of indistinguishable right from wrong.
Cha Lang was shocked for a while and couldn't refute Zhang Jiao's words, so he opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Jiao's pale face and asked, "Then have you successfully hatched, beast soul egg?"
"Successful." Zhang Jiao seemed to smile very happily, and replied: "Furthermore, it is very rare to have four babies."
Poor people will not envy the wealthy and wealthy people who earn 1 million more, but they will be jealous of neighbors who are as troubled as themselves, who suddenly earn more than 10,000 a month.
After listening to Zhang Jiao's words, Cha Lang showed a mixed expression on his face, and said dryly: "Is it successful? It's worth it.
Your future is different, don't forget me in the future. "
"Of course." Zhang Jiao nodded heavily.
After seeing this, Cha Lang finally laughed, and his spirit gradually became excited, and he said, "We have to celebrate such a great event.
You wait, I'll buy some meat again and have a good meal at noon. "
"That's all right, you spent a lot of money yesterday when you invited me to drink tea and eat snacks. No need..." Zhang Jiao discouraged potato chips.
"You have spent 10,000 yuan, do I care about these dozens of small yuan? Wait." Cha Lang interrupted his words grandiosely, turned around and went out violently, and he called it again. A few catties of lamb come back.
And in the next few days, Cha Lang still changed tricks to give Zhang Jiao a good meal, and he would nourish his body.
But Zhang Jiao had made up his mind in order to perform a full set of acting and had to cultivate for more than two months to pretend to be healed, so the spirits always seemed bad.
Slowly, the food prepared by the tea man became crude.
After more than half a month, I simply told Zhang Jiao that his family had run out of money and food, and that he had to go out to work to earn money, leaving a few kilograms of roasted naan disappeared.
Zhang Jiao understands this very well. After all, for the poor who can't even take care of their lives, one more drag is a huge burden.
In the past, the one who cared about Zhang Jiao's life and death when he first met, Cha Lang is real;
The Cha Lang who tried every means to pull Zhang Jiao into the Society of Progressive Youth Association so that he could improve his membership level is real;
After Zhang Jiao joined the Social Youth Association, Cha Lang, who took the initiative to express his gratitude, was real;
Knowing that Zhang Jiao hatched beast soul eggs and possessed life-changing power, Cha Lang who felt envy and hatred was real;
I hope to join Zhang Jiao, a future nobleman, and the tea man who changed his life by the way is real;
It is true that Zhang Jiao is always lying in bed and recuperating, slowly losing patience, and gradually taking it as a burden, and starting to think of ways to get rid of his tea man.
The reason why Cha Lang is so fickle is not because he has a weird personality or short-sightedness, but because he is not a selfless sage in the final analysis, but an ordinary troubled youth.
Watching the tea man walk away, Zhang Jiao knew that the time he was leaving was almost here, and thought silently in his heart: "In fact, it's okay to struggle a lot in the public, and it will appear more real when he rises in the market in the future."
After that, he did a full set of plays and stayed at Cha Lang's house for another day. After eating the few kilograms of roasted naan, he got out of bed and pretended to be staggering, and staggered to the nearest labor market.
This half-dead look is naturally unlikely to be favored by employers, and Zhang Jiao's intention is not to really find a job, just to behave.
But I didn't expect that after a few hours, when the labor market was about to close, he was actually caught by the unknown boss.
Looking condescendingly at the top of Zhang Jiao's head, he said: "Does the restaurant do the dishwashing job, take two days off each month, include board and lodging, and the monthly payment is 22 yuan?"
And Zhang Jiao was squatting there with his head down and his eyes closed. He didn't even know that he was asking himself, but still silently thinking, "It must be impossible for me to find this shape for work.
But people have to eat and drink, and want to continue to pretend to be, and for a while, they can only go somewhere to beg for food. It is a shame to be ashamed, but the ancient war Han Xin can endure the humiliation under the hip, let alone me.
Is it really that way? It's just a disguise. Being a beggar is too..."
Suddenly someone kicked his calf lightly.
After that, a slightly hoarse female voice came into his ears again, "Ask you, can the restaurant do the dishwashing, take two days off each month, include board and lodging, and the monthly payment is 22 yuan?"
Feeling a dilemma, Zhang Jiao opened his eyes, and a pair of black leather sandals with thin straps and short roots broke into his eyes with Bai Shengsheng's feet.
Zhang Jiao hurriedly responded to the job, "Do, I do.", and looked up.
I found that the employer standing in front of me was a young woman wearing pink sportswear, with a charming look and a little bit of beauty, long hair tied into a ponytail, and left behind.
Suddenly, I thought: "It turned out to be a girl with overwhelming love. It's no wonder she chooses sick people to work. She is really naive and kind."
But he said with a fake gratitude: "Thank you boss, thank you for hiring me, it really is, it really saved my life."
"Don't be so exaggerated." The young girl heard the words and said coolly: "I open a shop by myself and want to hire a worker who washes dishes and guards the door 24 hours a day.
Women generally don't have with me, and men are afraid of plotting at night, and the entire market seems to be the most suitable for you, a weak and frail sick child.
Anyway, washing the dishes is not hard work. If you wash slowly and you can rest after washing, it doesn't matter whether you feel good or not. "
Zhang Jiao didn't expect such a turning point. The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he got up and laughed twice: "Ahaha, this makes sense.
By the way, boss, your name? "
"Li, Lord Li Bin, what is your name?" the girl asked rhetorically.
"Zhang Bao~EbookFREE.me~ Zhang Jiao said dryly.
"Zhang Bao? Then come with me." Li Binzhu said with a face, and turned to walk outside the city.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Jiao hurriedly followed, and the two quickly disappeared from the market.
At the same time, tens of thousands of miles away, one of the only remaining cities in Southeast Asia, outside a run-down high-rise building on Champagne Avenue, District 15, Xiangbei City.
Zhang Jiao's Taiqing body swung a sword and cut off the head of a fleeing warrior, and stopped.
After that, the long sword melted by the water and gold weapons in his hand melted like water and melted into his clothes along the wrist.
He turned his head and looked at a RV with four tires 10 meters away from the left. The windows were peeled and shattered, the paint of the shell was peeled, and the pits were pitted, and he said blankly: "The excitement should be enough. Your Excellency, why not come out for a while."
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