Zhang Gangjie suddenly looked up, his face showing astonishment. "You mean..."

"That's right, I'm asking you if you want to make money."

Gao Fan finally smiled, his tone somewhat tempting, "As long as you're willing to do it, making tens of yuan a month, or even hundreds of yuan a month, won't be a problem."

"real?"

Zhang Gangjie was surprised but also a little confused. "What did I do? How did I get so much money?"

"You don't need to worry about what I do."

Gao Fan's smile vanished again. "Just ask yourself if you need to make money. As long as you need to earn money to support yourself and your parents, nothing else matters. It's shameful for a grown man to not be able to support himself."

"That's true."

Zhang Gangjie was very tempted.

However, he wasn't stupid; he knew that earning that much money in a month couldn't be anything legitimate.

"What, you have money but don't want to make it?"

Gao Fan didn't miss the hesitation in his eyes, and his tone turned colder, "I won't force you if you don't want to go. Considering we've known each other, it's only right that I save you this once."

"You can leave in a bit, let's just call it a day."

"Brother Gao Fan~"

Seeing that the other person was about to leave and was about to kick him out, Zhang Gangjie became anxious and quickly called out to stop them, urgently shouting, "I'm willing!"

"You're willing?"

Gao Fan stood there, looking down at the person who couldn't get up.

His cold expression carried a hint of disdain. "You need to think this through. Earning this money isn't easy. Nobody can make money easily without paying a price."

"I know."

Zhang Gangjie gave a self-deprecating smile, "I'm almost starving, what am I afraid of? Whoever gives me money and food, I'll work for them. It's a normal thing."

You're right.

Gao Fan nodded in satisfaction. "The most important thing for a person is to survive. As long as you can live and live well, what does it matter to you whether others live or die?"

People die for money, and birds die for food.

Furthermore, in this world, if people want to make money, whose hands aren't stained with blood? If they want wealth and luxury and to enjoy a good life, they have to be ruthless and vicious.

You've probably heard the saying, "One general's success is built on the bones of ten thousand."

Don't have that ridiculous sense of kindness and conscience; that's just nonsense to fool ordinary people. If you want to live a life of privilege, you have to learn to climb over others to get ahead, understand?

"Brother Gao Fan, I understand."

Zhang Gangjie nodded solemnly, "I can't even survive myself, so why should I care about whether others live or die? Anyone who dares to block my way, I'll kill them."

In the end, his face contorted into a ferocious expression, like a demon, as if he wanted to devour people and drink their blood.

"Good, it's good that you have this awareness."

Gao Fan suddenly had an idea. "You can stay here and rest for now. Once your injuries have healed, I'll give you a task."

"If you do this task well, I'll let you make a lot of money."

Zhang Gangjie snapped out of his daze and asked, "Brother Gao Fan, what mission?"

Gao Fan refused to answer and instead asked, "Are you familiar with the villages under our Yucha Town?"

"I'm familiar with a few villages."

Zhang Gangjie responded, "I've only heard of the remaining villages, I've never been there."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't been there before. You can wander around the villages and make friends with people."

"Brother Gao Fan, what do you mean?"

"Make friends with the people in each village first. Once you're familiar with them, I'll tell you how to do things."

"Okay, I'll follow Brother Gao Fan's arrangements."

"Here's twenty yuan."

Zhang Fan took out some money from his pocket and tossed it to him, saying, "This is your salary for this month. Your salary will increase a bit when you become more capable."

The more things you get done, the more likely you are to earn a few hundred yuan a month; it all depends on your ability to earn that amount.

"Don't worry, Brother Gao Fan, I will definitely not let you down."

"Okay, then you should rest well first. I'll bring you food back."

"Thank you, Brother Gao Fan."

"Um."

Gao Fan left quickly.

Zhang Gangjie clutched twenty yuan tightly in his hand, grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, like a wild beast about to be released and devour someone.

...

"I never expected that."

Yang Shujue ran over, poured herself a full glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Jingyu, who had just come out of the kitchen, raised her eyebrows. "Didn't you say you were going to find Qiuyue? Why did you come back so quickly?"

"Hehe, I found some good news, of course I rushed back to share it with you."

Yang Shujue's gossipy expression successfully piqued Peng Shiyu's curiosity.

"What good news?"

Peng Shiyu couldn't help but speculate, "Could it be related to Yu Guohai and Zhu Haofeng?"

"Not them."

Yang Shujue then revealed a mysterious smile, "Guess who I saw in Tian Zhiqing's courtyard?"

"Tian Zhiqing?"

Peng Shiyu paused for a moment, glancing at Lin Jingyu before asking, "Who went to his yard?"

"Hehe, I knew it, you wouldn't guess..."

Yang Shujue had just revealed a smug smile.

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Jingyu interrupted her, "Who says I don't know? I know who it is, okay?"

"You really know?"

Yang Shujue looked surprised. "You saw her go to Tian Zhiqing's courtyard?"

Who is it? What are you talking about?

Peng Shiyu said to Lin Jingyu in a coquettish tone, "Sister Jingyu, please tell me quickly."

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