Live fortune-telling: The face of the gold digger was swollen at the beginning

"Five insurances and one housing fund."

"To take care of the meals and the dormitory."

"Young man, uncle sees you as a down-to-earth boy, follow uncle, I will definitely not treat you badly!"

heard.

The boy's eyes lit up:

"Really?"

"The monthly salary is nine thousand."

"You still have to eat and live."

"Even the five insurances and one housing fund?"

Song Dahai's face darkened: "Looking at what you said, can uncle still lie to you?"

"it is good."

"uncle."

"I'm done."

"what time to start work?"

Seeing the generous benefits, the boy's eyes lit up immediately, expressing that he wanted to go to work.

"Let's go."

"Uncle will take you to the factory."

"I can start work tonight."

Seeing the fish take the bait, Song Dahai was in a good mood and was about to bring the boy into the arena.

"Zhao Lin."

"Don't go to work."

"This uncle is cheating on you!"

Just when Song Dahai was about to set off with a young man named Zhao Lin.

In Song Dahai's mobile phone microphone, Shen Chen's reminder sounded.

"Who?"

"Who is speaking?"

"How do you know my name?"

The young Zhao Lin was suddenly stunned.

Song Dahai picked up his phone, looked at the live broadcast room, and frowned:

"Grandmaster."

"I'll reward you."

"How can you dismantle me?"

Shen Chen ignored the uncle, but looked at Zhao Lin, and said lightly:

"Zhao Lin."

"You are 16 years old."

"Your mother is ill in bed."

"Father delivers couriers to maintain family expenses."

"The family's finances have always been beyond their means."

"Your parents want you to study hard and have a future."

"But you have no intention of going to school, you just want to help the family share some responsibilities, and your mind is not on your studies."

"Plus that with no one to help you with your homework and no money for a tutor, so you don't get good grades."

"This time the high school entrance examination."

"You didn't make it to high school."'

"But you are very happy in your heart."

"The reason for my happiness is that you can finally go out to work to earn money and help your parents share the responsibility..."

Listen to Shen Chen's words.

Zhao Lin gradually opened his eyes wide.

The expression on his face became more and more shocked.

At the end, Zhao Lin was dumbfounded:

"you……"

"who are you?"

"how do you know?"

"How do you know everything?"

Shen Chen chuckled:

"Because I am a fortune teller."

"I figured it all out."

"Because you junior high school student is busy studying."

"I haven't been connected to the Internet for a long time."

"Otherwise, you should have known about me..."

Before Shen Chen finished speaking.

Song Dahai suddenly interrupted roughly, and said with a smile:

"child."

"Your name is Zhao Lin, right?"

"Don't listen to that bastard."

"He's a charlatan."

"Now your mother is sick in bed, and your father is running takeaway, it must be very hard, right?"

"Come to work at Uncle's place."

"Uncle's factory is in charge of food and housing."

"Usually, it doesn't cost money at all."

"When the time comes, you will hand over all the monthly salary of [-] to your parents."

"Your parents will be very happy, and they will praise you for being sensible and growing up."

"Besides, our factory also pays five social insurances and one housing fund, so we will be guaranteed when we get old..."

Barbara...

Song Dahai said a lot more.

Listening to the beautiful blueprint drawn by Song Dahai.

Zhao Lin's eyes were shining brightly, and he had already created pictures in his brain.

His mother was ill in bed all year round.

His father delivered express for only five or six thousand a month.

Therefore, the family's financial situation has been very poor, and sometimes the mother does not have enough money to buy medicines.

If I can give eight or nine thousand to my parents, how happy my parents would be, not to mention that the factory still manages food and housing...

"it is good."

"I go."

Zhao Lin gritted his teeth.

So he agreed to Song Dahai.

Song Dahai was overjoyed immediately: "Let's go."

"slow!"

Sudden.

Shen Chen's voice came.

Song Dahai looked proud:

"Master Shen, someone else's child is going to work in my factory."

Shen Chen ignored Song Dahai, but looked at Zhao Lin, and chuckled:

"Zhao Lin."

"Filial piety is a good thing."

"But you know yourself."

"What's going to happen?"

Zhao Lin asked a little ignorantly, "What happened?"

"See for yourself!"

Shen Chen's voice fell.

Immediately, a picture appeared in the mirror of mortals.

In the picture, Zhao Lin is led by Song Dahai into a factory full of oil.

then……

Give Zhao Lin to a master.

Because Zhao Lin is a newcomer, the master asked Zhao Lin to do the heaviest work: carrying materials!

A box of materials.

It weighs thirty catties.

Start moving at three o'clock at noon.

Zhao Lin moved until six o'clock in the evening.

Tired Zhao Lin was sweating profusely, and his whole body was covered with dust and oil.

at last……

It's time to eat.

More than twenty workers from Zhao Lin came to the canteen.

The so-called canteen.

It is a metal house of five or six square meters.

Inside the iron house is where the chef cooks.

"Come!"

"dinner's ready!"

Uncle Chef yelled in the tin room.

Then, more than [-] dirty workers came up in a swarm without anyone queuing up.

"Bang..."

A spoonful of rice.