People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 598 True Self
Time flies, time flies.

Colorful signboards flash among the tall buildings.

Li Hao, wearing a cheap suit, looked at his tired face in the mirror, scooped up some water to rub his face, then simply adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror before putting on a warm smile and going out.

"Mr. Zhang, look."

The easiest job to find in the world is always in the sales industry, because the base salary is low and wages are entirely based on commission. This is an industry with a very high upper limit but a very low lower limit.

I go out early and come back late every day, busy all the time.

I have to go to every social event with a smile on my face, and every time I make a phone call I have to be careful of being scolded. If it’s just a cold face or a contemptuous look, it’s actually a good thing.

"Fortunately, Mr. Zhang is easy to talk to, and I finally got a deal today."

“But I’m still very tired.”

"When will this day end?"

After seeing Mr. Zhang off, Li Hao squatted on the green belt beside the curb and sighed softly. Is this kind of life hard? It's not that hard. It's nothing more than putting on a smile. If you want to make money from others, how can you do it without putting on a smile?

It's better than those civilians who were displaced in the war and slaughtered like pigs and sheep by the rebel army.

It is better than those serfs who could not bear the oppression of their lords, listened to the priest's sermons, took their meager belongings and embarked on a journey to the "Heavenly Kingdom", but were kidnapped by Berber pirates on the way and sold to work in the mines until they died.

"But why can't I feel any happiness?"

Li Hao let out a tired breath. He also wanted to lie down, but lying down also required capital. His family conditions were average to begin with, and he had to bear the huge medical expenses of lying in the hospital for three years. If he didn't work harder, would he put all the pressure on his father's shoulders?
He quickly stuffed the pork tenderloin he bought from a roadside stall and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the bustling city night scene, he looked a little dazed.

When he came to his senses, he saw a model made up of strange lines appearing in the mud of the green belt. It looked messy but orderly, as if it echoed some truth of heaven and earth.

“Is this what I just drew?”

Li Hao glanced at the wooden stick in his hand.

Oh no, I'm not going to have a mental problem, am I?

Li Hao was a little frightened. He had been dreaming recently. The dreams were bizarre and strange. Sometimes he dreamed that he turned into a dragon, slaughtering villages and cities and eating living people; sometimes he dreamed that he became a great lord of the Crusaders.

But he knew very well that these were just dreams.

But now he found that he was deeply influenced by this series of dreams. After all, this spell model was definitely not something that could be imagined out of thin air.

"Oh, I can't afford to get sick now."

The time I was bedridden after the car accident cost my family a lot of money. Now that I don’t earn much money, I can’t go to the hospital again to treat my “delusions”.

Li Hao frowned, feeling a little anxious: "Maybe I'm just too tired recently."

He pinched his eyebrows. He had been having dreams every night these days. Although he would forget most of them when he woke up, it still affected his sleep quality. If this continued, he was worried that his body would collapse.

"How about taking some time off?"

The basic salary of a salesperson is just enough to cover daily expenses. If you can't make orders, you won't save much money. The most you can do is not to add burden to your family. But if you really get a mental illness, you will spend money like water.

Or, why not just quit your job and drive a taxi with your dad?
At this time.

Suddenly, a woman screamed from the side of the road: "Catch him, catch him!"

Looking back, I saw a man with a ferocious face waving a dagger and shouting, "Get out of the way! If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"

Li Hao subconsciously wanted to stop him. In his opinion, the vicious criminal had no deterrent power at all. However, he stopped as soon as he moved: "Calm down, calm down, you are just an ordinary person."

"You are not the Grand Lord of the Crusades, nor the champion knight who swept the arena without any defeat."

He took a deep breath and quickly hid to the side of the road.

"Please, help me stop him!"

“They are human traffickers!”

Only then did Li Hao realize that behind the gangster who was leading the way, there was a woman holding a little girl.

"Grass!"

“I hate human traffickers the most.”

Li Hao gritted his teeth, picked up a mop from the bucket of a roadside merchant, stepped on it to break the mop head, and rushed to the human trafficker.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand high above his head and made a standard bull-style start, as if what he held in his hand was not a wooden stick, but a two-handed greatsword commonly used by German swordsmen.

"Go away!"

The human trafficker had a crazy look on his face and rushed forward waving a dagger in his hand.

Li Hao quickly stepped forward and thrust the wooden stick straight at the trafficker's throat.

Fortunately, he used the back end of the wooden stick, not the broken section with the wooden wedge. The human trafficker was poked by the stick, and his eyes suddenly went dark. He fell to the ground, and the dagger in his hand was knocked away by Li Hao's stick.

Passersby who were taking photos almost dropped their jaws.

A wooden stick is considered a long weapon, so it's not surprising that it can beat a dagger, but this stab was so steady and accurate that it knocked the vicious gangster to the ground in just one blow.

The accomplice of the human trafficker who was holding the little girl was so scared that he stopped on the ground, threw the child to Li Hao, and tried to escape without looking back. However, Li Hao caught up with him in one step and swept him down with a wooden stick easily.

At this time, the onlookers also gathered around and subdued the fallen human trafficker.

Li Hao returned the girl to her mother, took advantage of an opportunity, and hurried away.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. This gangster is nothing, but his attack seemed a bit cruel. He did not dare to check the situation. The human trafficker might be stabbed to death by him with a wooden stick. He had to run away quickly!

Back to the office where I work.

Li Hao was still a little out of breath.

"I'm not really going to kill anyone, am I?"

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out. The patrol police had already arrived, but the human trafficker was still surrounded by the crowd and had not been sent to the hospital. His intuition told him that this guy was probably beyond saving.

But even so, he was not afraid at all.

Instead, he felt a familiar sense of excitement in his heart, as if killing someone was just a trivial matter to him.

"I have to change my clothes quickly."

"I think this is a heroic act. Those patrolmen shouldn't work so hard to track down a human trafficker. Hey, no, someone was recording a video just now. I'm not in the video, am I?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but pinch his knuckles anxiously.

"Even the city-state codes of the Two Sicilies, the laws made by those wolf cubs, will not protect a human trafficker."

"I've only been awake for a few months. Am I going to be thrown into jail for manslaughter?"

An inexplicable desire for destruction surged in my heart: "If they dare to come and catch me, I will burn them all to death with dragon flames just like I did to those brainless heroes!"

(End of this chapter)