Chapter 26 If you don't struggle, you will...
Wei Jie didn't know how many times he had said that he would not look for Zhang Xiaoshan, but every time he would contact him with a little hope.
After realizing this mentality, Wei Jie sighed deeply.
"Even if this rubbish system saved my body, it probably destroyed my heart..."
Not counting the one-time hidden missions, and only counting the five-point basic reward for saving one person, after persuading Zhang Xiaoshan, Wei Jie still needs to save at least 12 more people in the same or even more serious situations.
Twelve...
Unless I could gain experience in rescuing people, otherwise, as I was not skilled in the business, I would probably die of exhaustion before I could save twelve people.
Wei Jie sighed deeply again. It turned out that there was no such thing as pie falling from the sky.
Some people and some things must always be done.
If you don’t try hard and strive for it, how will you know if you can do it?
Wei Jie wanted to struggle. He didn't want to lie here for the rest of his life. He just wanted to recover to his original state instead of having so much trouble moving now.
Giving up without struggling is not Wei Jie's style!!
Wei Jie quickly contacted Zhang Xiaoshan.
"You're short of money recently, right? I'll introduce you to a job, a serious job. I know there's a pig farm hiring people right now. The salary and benefits are pretty good, and they provide food and accommodation. It won't interfere with your watching the live broadcast at night. Do you want to come?"
Zhang Xiaoshan is hiding from the heat in the bank's ATM. It's still August and the weather is very hot.
If it were some time ago, Zhang Xiaoshan would definitely be standing in a hanging basket painting the walls under the scorching sun, but now it is different. He can sit in an air-conditioned bank for a whole day, and then go out to get some food and money when it is time to eat.
Zhang Xiaoshan: No, I won’t go.
After receiving Zhang Xiaoshan's reply, Wei Jie quickly explained: Don't worry, this is definitely a formal factory. We will not suppress wages. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will not be treated unfairly.
Zhang Xiaoshan: I said I won’t go, so you can find someone else.
Zhang Xiaoshan doesn't want to work in a pig farm. Is that any different from going back to the countryside? !
Moreover, it was such a hot day that Zhang Xiaoshan didn't want to go anywhere, and he didn't want to continue his previous meaningless life.
Wei Jie changed his mind and continued: "Do you have enough money now for Michelle?" If you want to give Michelle a reward, you have to make money. The farm can give you 6,000 yuan a month. It's all physical work. You can learn some skills and experience slowly, and it will be much more convenient to start a business in your hometown in the future."
Zhang Xiaoshan was very annoyed with this person and typed back: No, there is no point in raising pigs. You can't make any money at all. Pork is very cheap.
In the past, Wei Jie would have been so angry that he would have cursed loudly, but the Wei Jie now is no longer the Wei Jie from a month ago. His temper has become much milder.
"You are such a stubborn person!" Wei Jie cursed with a smile.
The gentle boy didn't curse. He continued typing: How long have you not bought meat? The price of meat has increased a lot compared to before, and a pound of meat costs 16 or 17 yuan.
Zhang Xiaoshan became even more disgusted and typed: It's just a price increase, I don't care about this little money at all. Now I have meat for every meal, and I get annoyed when I see meat, especially pork, which is not healthy . Foreigners don't eat this, it's dirty!
Wei Jie put down his phone, covered his face with his right hand, and tried to make his facial expression softer.
After being silent for half a minute to calm down, Wei Jie picked up the phone again to persuade him.
"Now the national policy supports pig farming, and there is a lot of support. You can work hard in a farm for a few months to learn how to do the job. After three months, you can go back to your hometown with three months' salary and take out a loan to raise pigs. It will be much more convenient. By then, the people in the village will encourage and support you. It will be great to be your own boss."
Zhang Xiaoshan didn't believe what Wei Jie said at all. When he saw that this person had sent him another message, he replied: You can find someone else to go. Whoever wants to go can go. I'm not going anyway.
Wei Jie was furious. His self-restraint was about to be burned away by anger. He quickly typed: Do you know what you are now? You are just a piece of trash. Your dedication to that woman and your so-called touching feelings are just the self-satisfaction of a dog! Wake up!
Zhang Xiaoshan was also angry. He particularly hated this rich second generation.
"I'm not a bootlicker! You will never understand my feelings for Michelle!"
Wei Jie angrily wrote: I know you, your mother is a hammer! You are! You know the money you gave her, do you know what she used it for? ! ××× (one hundred words omitted here)
This fragrant association was so aggressive that Zhang Xiaoshan's eyes turned red. He said angrily: "None of your business is my business! Don't pretend to be a good person here, get out!"
Wei Jie would certainly not let it go. He was so angry at this dog that he had a myocardial infarction. If he didn't curse him a few times, he would be confused.
Even if the system crashes, Wei Jie will still curse!
"When the hell are you going to wake up?! Tell me yourself, are you mentally ill? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you use money to pay others to book a hotel room?! Is that bitch worth your effort?!"
Zhang Xiaoshan's face was gloomy. He already knew what kind of person this rich second generation was.
"I'm not sick, it's you, the second-generation rich man, who is sick! Don't be so self-righteous. You think you should be selfish and that people should live for themselves. When you see others working for something that doesn't get any results or has no end in sight, you think they are sick. In fact, you are the one who is sick. You just can't stand seeing others do well!"
Wei Jie was furious. "Fuck you! You are terminally ill and there is no cure! I can't bear to see you do well? What's the good between you and her?! Are you worthy?!"
Zhang Xiaoshan smiled when he saw Wei Jie's poor speech and typed: "You can't win the argument, so you curse me. That's all you can do. Why are you pretending to be from Nankai? You are a rich second-generation who didn't even graduate from high school! You got angry after I said it right. Humph! What the hell!"
Wei Jie had a myocardial infarction and his chest felt tight. He stopped typing and sent a voice message: "I am angry and humiliated? I am indeed angry now. Just wait! It's just money, right? I have plenty of it!"
The threatening power of these words made Zhang Xiaoshan feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Why... why do you always pick on me? How have I offended you? I kowtow to you, please let me go, let Xue'er go! I know you don't believe in love, but please don't trample on my true love, okay?"
Suddenly, Wei Jie felt his vision go white for a moment, and at that moment he almost went blind because of anger.
His right hand was so angry that he couldn't type. Wei Jie tried to calm himself down, "Brother!!! Is that love? Do you know how humble you are?"
Zhang Xiaoshan also sent a voice message: "Love is always humble... When you like someone, you will feel happy because of her things, happy because of her love, and also feel pain and discomfort because of her pain. But isn't this love? Whether it is pain or sweetness, it is all part of love."
Wei Jie: It’s up to you. I won’t interfere with your love anymore. I wish you a long-lasting love.
Zhang Xiaoshan said with emotion: "Thank you."
The thank you message was sent, but the system prompted that the two parties were not friends and the other party could not receive it.
Wei Jie deleted Zhang Xiaoshan and Michelle's contact information with trembling hands, then threw his phone on the table beside him and punched the bed sheet with his right fist.
"Ah... my heart... hurts so much..."
Wei Jie was so angry that he had a myocardial infarction. Even though he did not have the talent of Zhuge Liang, he was more anxious than Kong Ming.
