Although Li Kuiyong said it lightly, he actually felt like the sky was falling during this period of time.

I lost my job and my family’s source of income was also gone.

He can only find a temporary job now.

But it’s not easy to find a job. After searching for a long time, he only found a job that was not very good.

But hard work never lasts long.

"You haven't eaten yet, right? I just happen to want to have breakfast, let's eat together."

Wang Jianjun greeted everyone and went to find a small breakfast stall on the street to sit down.

Li Kuiyong sat down a little embarrassedly.

Wang Jianjun ordered some soy milk, fried dough sticks and buns.

"Eat whatever you want. I didn't order any soy milk. I'm not used to that stuff."

Li Kuiyong hesitated and didn't dare to reach out his hand, so Wang Jianjun directly took a bun and stuffed it into his hand.

"Eat. Only when you are full can you have the strength to do things. You were not afraid of so many people surrounding you that day. Have you practiced before?"

Li Kuiyong was no longer polite and grabbed the bun and ate it in three or two bites, saying as he ate:

"I learned a little wrestling under the overpass before, so I can beat three or five people without any problem."

"What are your plans for the future?"

"I've found a job that's easy to do first, and I'll think about the future later."

Li Kuiyong was also a little confused.

At the age of eighteen, his father died early and no one could teach him how to make a choice.

"Would you like to work with me in the future? I happen to be short of manpower here."

"Brother Wang, what do you do?"

Li Kuiyong asked with some curiosity.

Wang Jianjun gave him a very mysterious feeling.

I don't know what he does for a living.

"Usually I just resell some rice, flour, oil, grain, meat and other things."

"Wang...Brother Wang, this is speculation, right?"

Li Kuiyong had some guesses.

But it was still a bit surprising at first.

"Are you scared?"

“Somewhat.”

Li Kuiyong was indeed a little scared, after all, China is now cracking down on this area.

If you get caught, you might be sentenced if the case is serious.

"Don't worry about the source and quantity of the goods. You know the Pigeon Market, right? The goods there are 30% to 40% higher than the market price. I can get goods at 70% to 80% of the market price."

Li Kuiyong naturally knew about Pigeon Market, and he had been there several times.

He did a rough calculation. If Wang Jianjun said so, as long as there was enough supply, the profit from selling things in the pigeon market would still be considerable.

Wang Jianjun saw Li Kuiyong was lost in thought but did not disturb him.

He could naturally give Li Kuiyong some money to change his current situation.

But as Li Kuiyong said to Zhong Yuemin before his death, help in emergencies but not in poverty.

He is also a man of self-respect.

Since we have chosen to help him change his fate, the natural thing is to help him become self-reliant.

Li Kuiyong also thought a lot. He thought of his father Li Shunfa who joined a tricycle cooperative to support his family and worked so hard that he died of kidney failure and a heart attack.

The family still survives on the father's pension.

Thinking of my hungry brothers and sisters and my sick mother at home.

Li Kuiyong gritted his teeth and said firmly:

"Brother Wang, I will do it with you from now on."

Wang Jianjun smiled and handed him another bun, saying:

"Since you've decided to work with me, you don't have to worry about safety. As long as you're smart and don't act rashly like you did last time when you encounter danger, you'll be fine."

After the two finished their meal, Wang Jianjun took Li Kuiyong to the courtyard in Zhima Hutong.

He asked Li Kuiyong to do the same as Wu Jing, and come here every once in a while to get some food and meat to sell at the Pigeon Market.

He also took out a silicone headgear and handed it to Li Kuiyong and said:

"When you go to the Pigeon Market to sell things, be smart. If you feel something is wrong, just leave the goods and run. Things are not valuable, people are the most important.

Also, I'll give you this silicone headgear. Wear it when you go to sell things in the future, and wear a mask so that no one can recognize you."

Li Kuiyong held the silicone mask and finally understood how Wang Jianjun replaced the person.

He pinched the hood, it had a strange texture and he didn't know what it was made of.

The hair and pores on top are really detailed.

It is really a magical prop, just like the human skin mask in vernacular novels.

"Brother Xing Wang, I will check the market prices today. I will start selling things at the Pigeon Market in a couple of days."

Wang Jianjun told him about several pigeon cities, which were the territories of Chen Biao and his men. He told Li Kuiyong to avoid those places and he could go to any other pigeon cities.

Li Kuiyong was determined to follow Wang Jianjun in doing business, so he quit his job at Wobo as soon as he returned.

Thinking about what Wang Jianjun had said to him, he would have as much goods as he wanted.

Li Kuiyong planned to expand this business.

But it is definitely not enough to do it alone, you must find help.

When he got home, he told his mother about it directly.

Although Li's mother was a little worried, she finally decided to support her son after thinking about her family's situation.

It is definitely not enough to rely solely on Li's mother, after all, she has poor health and has been bedridden for many years.

So Li's mother asked Li Kuiyong's brothers and sisters to help.

It is said that children from poor families grow up early.

Li Kuiyong's youngest brother is only 6 years old.

But they are all very sensible.

The first time Li Kuiyong rode his father's tricycle to bring back a batch of goods, his younger brothers and sisters came over to help sort, weigh and pack.

For safety reasons, Li Kuiyong didn't dare to bring too many things at a time when he went to the Pigeon Market. He would wait until the goods were sold out before restocking.

The older brothers and sisters were responsible for keeping watch over the goods, one was responsible for keeping watch, and the other was responsible for watching over the goods, and they worked in perfect harmony.

After selling everything, Li Kuiyong rode his tricycle and quickly took his younger brother and sister home.

After returning home and locking the door, the family sat at the table and Li Kuiyong took out all the money he had made from selling things tonight.

The family counted their harvest under the dim kerosene lamp.

One cent, two cents... one dollar, two dollars.

In the end, after deducting the capital paid to Wang Jianjun, Li Kuiyong earned four yuan and twenty cents that night.

This was because it was his first time to sell things in the Pigeon Market and he didn't dare to buy too much.

If he bought more goods, he felt he could earn ten dollars for a hard night.

Ten dollars a night, that’s three hundred dollars a month.

What does three hundred yuan mean? That is almost the salary of three eighth-level workers Yi Zhonghai.

Li Kuiyong compared his current salary.

Being a laborer you may only earn one or two yuan a day, and there is not always work every day.

This job takes a toll on the body.

Many people with dry necks are left with hidden injuries when they get old, which cannot be cured.

This is how Li Kuiyong's father died of illness due to overwork.

To resell things at the pigeon market, you just need to go to more places at night and take a nap during the day.

It can’t be said to be hard, it can even be said to be quite easy.

The most important thing is to earn more.

Li Kuiyong held those zero votes in his hands, and for the first time he felt that he had really changed the way he lived.

A way of life that he had always fantasized about but could never achieve.