68: Money or life, choose one

At this moment, Lei Laohu loudly shouted, "Hiring! Boil corn, then store it in the cold storage. It's not hard work, only about three hours, and pays 500 yuan!"

The price is really high!

It's practically the ceiling for odd jobs.

Of course, it can't compare to cleaning windows at high altitudes, but window cleaning comes with certain risks.

Boiling corn, however, is quite safe.

But at this moment, despite such tempting wages, the laborers in the Labor Market were all indifferent.

Not a single person stood up to follow Lei Laohu.

It seemed they all knew that working for Lei Laohu was frustrating and humiliating.

Shen Bei looked at everyone with some surprise, "Such a good job and no one is rushing for it?"

Are they too laid-back?

If this were in the Changtu County Labor Market, with such a good job, people would fight like dogs until they got it.

The next moment, Shen Bei ignored the unfinished words of the laborers around him.

He stood up directly and said with a smile, "Boss, I'll do it!"

The many migrant workers instantly widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

They wanted to speak up and remind Shen Bei not to be so stubborn again.

But due to Lei Laohu's brutality and unreasonableness, they suppressed the urge to conflict, all closed their mouths, and said nothing.

"Good, good, good, you're the one. Get in the car." Lei Laohu said with a forced smile.

Soon, Lei Laohu drove Shen Bei away from the Labor Market, heading straight for the corn processing factory.

And the laborers erupted in a clamor of discussion:

"Damn it! Didn't you just explain clearly what was going on to this young man?"

"I was just about to speak, but this kid didn't give me a chance at all! He stood up before I even finished my sentence."

"Alas, it's true, if you don't listen to the old folks, you'll suffer losses right before your eyes."

"I reckon... don't even think about the wages. Lei Laohu definitely won't pay him. If this kid is stubborn, he might even get beaten, and have to pay for his own medical expenses."

"Lei Laohu is a First-Rank Martial Artist, and has been at this level for a long time. Who knows how many stars he has. Let's pray that the young man finishes his work and leaves, and absolutely doesn't talk back."

The laborers all sighed, somewhat worried for Shen Bei.

But they were also extremely angry. Although they hadn't said everything, they had clearly pointed out the pros and cons, yet he still insisted on taking the odd job.

Did he really think everyone in this Universe was a good person?

Especially Martial Artists in society, in the eyes of the laborers, the word 'good person' had become extinct, a rare existence.

For them, they would rather starve to death than deal with Martial Artists.

If you try to reason with him, he'll play dirty with you.

If you play dirty, he'll really beat you.

...

A moment later, Shen Bei had already arrived at a corn processing factory in Lingnan City.

Lei Laohu pushed open the large black iron gate and assigned Shen Bei his work:

"Your task is to boil the corn, scald it to seventy percent cooked, then scoop it out and cool it in cold water. Then push it into the cold storage, that's all."

Shen Bei nodded.

Lingnan City is known as the "End of the Universe."

It is famous for producing entertainment stars.

But it also produces a lot of grain, known as "North Granary."

Corn is one of them.

This stuff used to be worthless, but later, with the development of logistics and the internet, corn cobs could also be sold at high prices.

Shen Bei entered the workshop.

Hot steam rushed towards him.

There were also many other workers toiling inside.

These workers were all shirtless, wearing only shorts, stirring raw corn in large steam pots.

"You'll work on this pot. Watch how others do it; anyone who isn't an idiot can do it."

After speaking, Lei Laohu cursed under his breath about how hot it was and ran out of the workshop with a look of disgust.

The other workers turned to look at Shen Bei, the new face, and all grinned.

Their smiles were full of a different kind of meaning.

Shen Bei also chuckled, took off his clothes, hung them outside, and began to work.

The work process was simple, mindless.

It was even easier than screwing in screws.

The only thing that needed to be endured was the high-temperature steam.

After basket after basket of corn was boiled, Shen Bei, along with the other workers, put on padded jackets and dragged the boiled corn into the cold storage.

"These are truly two extreme environments."

Shen Bei exhaled in the cold storage, his eyebrows covered in frost.

"Young man."

An old worker said with a laugh, "It seems your character isn't very good."

Shen Bei turned his head to look back and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"Didn't anyone in the Labor Market warn you that the work here is not easy?"

"It's quite easy."

The worker was briefly startled: "That's not what I meant. You knew it would be hard to collect wages, and you still came?"

Shen Bei frowned.

Hard to collect wages?

It was at this moment that Shen Bei suddenly remembered the strange expressions and actions of the laborers in the Labor Market.

So that's what it was...

Ah...

Shen Bei smacked his lips: "No one dares to owe me money."

"It's too early to say that." The old worker laughed heartily.

Shen Bei shrugged.

About three hours later, Shen Bei's work was completed.

He took off his padded jacket, changed into his own clothes, and squatted in the sun with a group of workers.

It was already noon.

The other workers went to the cafeteria to eat, while Shen Bei went to Lei Laohu's office.

"Boss, the work is done."

Lei Laohu grunted without lifting his head or opening his eyes.

Shen Bei rubbed his hands: "It's time to settle the wages."

"I won't keep you for dinner."

"I said, the wages, 500 yuan."

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"How can I leave without getting paid?"

"I'll see you out."

Saying this, Lei Laohu's face was full of an ill-intentioned smile.

His entire aura suddenly changed, and a sinister grin appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He reached out and grabbed Shen Bei's shoulder, leaping from the third-floor office window.

With a loud bang, a cloud of dust was kicked up.

In the blink of an eye, Lei Laohu had thrown Shen Bei out of the factory gate.

"Get lost! You damn well think you can get wages from me?"

Lei Laohu's face instantly became violent and sinister: "Where in this Universe is there a job that pays 500 yuan for three hours? Learn from your mistakes; this is a man-eat-man society. This lesson will be good for you."

Shen Bei said "Ah" and scratched his head: "You should pay me."

Lei Laohu laughed heartily: "Are you out of your mind? I brought you down from the third floor, and you're perfectly fine. What does that tell you?"

Shen Bei answered truthfully: "You are a Martial Artist."

"Exactly!" Lei Laohu said smugly: "I am a First-Rank Martial Artist! With three stars! Go ask around, who dares to demand wages from me! Now get lost!"

After speaking, Lei Laohu slammed the black gate shut.

A single gate, like two different worlds.

Inside the gate, Lei Laohu swayed his hips, feeling smug.

He'd trick as many as he could.

Who told him he was a Martial Artist?

He was awesome!

His social status was high!

Superior to ordinary people!

Whoever dared to challenge him, he'd beat them; that's what a Martial Artist was!

Meanwhile, outside the gate, Shen Bei looked unhurried: "Is this what a Martial Artist is like?"

"Heh."

The next moment, everyone in the entire factory heard a huge sound, like a falling airplane.

Boom!!!!

Lei Laohu's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly turned his head.

But he saw the factory's black gate explode with a boom amidst a cloud of flying dust, carrying the sound of tearing steel, flying directly towards him.

"Damn it!"

Lei Laohu was startled, reacting extremely quickly. Without any floating movements, his entire body shot sideways.

The gate brushed past Lei Laohu and crashed into the workshop, creating a mess.

Lei Laohu looked back, his forehead veins bulging like an enraged lion: "Who! Who dares to smash my factory!"

At this time, the workers still eating in the cafeteria were also startled.

They all ran out with their rice bowls, looking on with surprise and curiosity.

And at the main gate, Shen Bei's figure was lifted by the rolling dust and smoke, walking like the monarch of countless gray mist beasts.

Shen Bei smiled faintly, his smile filled with endless gloom and mystery:

"Now, I want two things. One is your life, and the other is my wages."

Shen Bei slowly raised his head, his gaze deep and profound, like a candle flame from the Nine Heavens:

"Please choose one of the two."