I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

Hart looked at the two plates of food on the table, "But what to do with these things?"

"Don't worry, he'll be back when he's finished." Xia Ya said.

Hart nodded, and then he sighed, "This friend of yours works so hard that he doesn't even have time to eat the meal he ordered."

"Yes." Xia Ya agreed, "I originally wanted to drink with him today."

"But that's normal. Jobs in the imperial capital have become increasingly difficult to find in recent years, and the competition is fierce," Hart said.

Xia Ya was enjoying the food in front of him with a knife and fork. When he heard this, he asked curiously, "Is it difficult to find a job in the imperial capital?"

Hart raised his eyebrows and looked at Char up and down, and Char was also looking at him.

This boss has a very delicate mustache, giving him the aura of an upper-class person, but more like a butler of some aristocrats. Perhaps because he has had many worries over the years, he has a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.

He smiled slightly and said, "Looking at your dress and temperament, you must be the kind of person who comes from a good family and doesn't need to work, right?"

Without waiting for Xia Ya's answer, he continued, "In recent years, many outsiders have come to the imperial capital. They work hard, and most of them used to be farmers. They are strong and strong. The key is that they always like to lower their... Wage way to get a job.

Of course, those big bosses will prefer to give jobs to these people. "

Xia Ya raised his eyebrows and nodded, "Real."

"What does your friend do?" Hart asked curiously.

Xia Ya thought for a while and said, "It's not easy to explain, but his job still requires some skills, so he is not afraid of being replaced by outsiders.

Moreover, his unit is good and he has a regular customer base.

It is considered a public institution, and it is difficult to be fired after becoming a regular employee. The working hours are uncertain, sometimes busy, sometimes very leisurely. "

"Sounds pretty good." Hart nodded, "These days, it would be nice to have a stable job."

"Earn some hard money." Xia Ya smiled.

As he spoke, he cut a piece of sausage with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth. The rich aroma of meat bloomed in his mouth. It was rich in fat and had just the right chewiness. Both the texture and taste were very good.

No wonder Sebastian recommended it to himself so enthusiastically, it is indeed worth a try.

"Hey, who isn't?" Hart said empathetically.

He looked at the kitchen and continued, "I have to go to work, so I won't chat with you here. I wish your friend good luck in his work and a continuous flow of customers."

Xia Ya raised an eyebrow with a strange expression, but still replied.

"Lend your auspicious words."

However, Hart did not leave immediately, but still stood there. His eyes were looking at a store not far away. The team that had just left here had already arrived at another store.

It was a flower shop, and the owner of the flower shop was a woman. She was holding a baby in her arms, and she was talking to the group of people with tears in her eyes. However, the distance was too far to hear clearly, but it looked like, He seemed to be begging for something.

The child in her arms was sobbing, but the person arguing with her mother was smiling.

Hart put his hands on the table, tightly gripping the tablecloth, and said nothing.

"Do you believe that evil is rewarded?"

A voice from behind interrupted Hart's thoughts.

He turned his head and saw the gentleman who had just been chatting with him leaning on the back of his chair, holding a teacup in one hand and a saucer in the other, looking at him quietly, waiting for his answer.

"Evil is rewarded?" Hart was a little confused.

"This is a Buddhist saying." Xia Ya said, "It means that those who do evil will eventually receive retribution from God."

Hart fell silent, and after a moment, he smiled bitterly, "Sir, I'm just an ordinary person, I don't think so much.

I just want to make a little money to support my family and my employees so they can support their families. "

Xia Ya nodded, placed the tea cup in his hand on the table, and continued.

"I believe it."

"What do you believe?" Hart asked.

"I believe that there is some kind of natural law in this world that determines the principles of good and evil, and the retribution of cause and effect." Xia Ya said calmly, with a little thoughtfulness in his eyes.

At least, this world has it.

"What you said is really profound." Hart smiled awkwardly, "You must be studying philosophy, right?"

"More or less." Xia Ya said, "Anyway, they are all majors that can't find a job."

Hart continued: "Although there are some things I don't understand, I know what you mean."

He has seen many such young people who have lived a privileged life since childhood, have never encountered any difficulties, are well protected by their families, and have never seen the dark side of society, so they have many naive ideas.

He turned his head, looked at the group of people not far away, and murmured in a low voice, "When you reach my age, you will understand that there are always many things in this world that will not be as beautiful as you imagine.

In this world, there are too many things where good people don’t get good rewards, and bad people end up in the end.”

Xia Ya took a sip of black tea silently and did not speak any more.

And Hart also turned around, preparing to enter the kitchen.

"Director! Director, be careful!"

A noise from one side caught his attention.

He turned his head and saw not far away, Director Rick seemed to have fallen to the ground for some reason, and one of his shoes was thrown to one side.

The uniformed personnel immediately stepped forward to help Rick up, then picked up the shoes and placed them at his feet.

Rick touched his hip bones in pain, cursed and put his feet into the shoes, but obviously he was too fat and couldn't bend down to buckle the heels, so he lifted his feet back and tried to lift the shoes. Put on the heel.

However, this kind of independent movement of the golden rooster was obviously difficult for his weight. It was difficult for him to maintain balance, and he fell to one side. One of his feet jumped to the left a few times, trying to maintain balance.

But obviously, this didn't help at all. His entourage reacted and wanted to step forward to help, but it was already too late.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the back of his head hit the sharp edge of the sidewalk.

Even here, Hart could hear the heartbreaking sound of bones breaking.

Blood mixed with some other liquids continued to flow from the back of Rick's head and flowed into the foul-smelling ditch on one side.

Many people witnessed this scene, and those from the Commercial Administration Bureau were also stunned on the spot.

The whole street was silent.

After a few seconds of reaction time, panicked and hoarse voices came from those people.

"Director!"

"Quick! Send him to the hospital!"

"Stop the bleeding! Stop the bleeding first!"

People slowly and hurriedly surrounded Rick, trying various methods to rescue him.

However, everyone knows that the probability of saving such an injury from the back of the head is almost non-existent.

Rick, dead?

Hart didn't even react, he felt a little ridiculous.

He had fantasized many times about Rick receiving his due retribution, such as when a new emperor came to power and vigorously rectified corruption in the imperial capital, or when his backer stepped down and he was liquidated by new forces.

But he never imagined it would be like this.

A. A simple accident that can no longer be simple?

For some reason, Hart suddenly remembered the conversation he had just had with Chara, and subconsciously looked at Chara.

Everyone was shocked by the scene before them, but he remained calm, as if he was not surprised by it.

He held a knife and fork in both hands, enjoying breakfast elegantly. In this chaotic environment, the sound of his knife and fork clashing with the iron plate was particularly obvious.

Seemingly sensing that Hart was looking at him, Charia picked up the tablecloth on one side and wiped her mouth, then sighed to him.

"Destiny is really hard to predict, right?"