Chen smiled and nodded.

Whether a prodigal son has returned or not, we'll only know after seeing it for ourselves.

"Ride slowly and be careful on the road," Ji Beiqing reminded him worriedly.

He casually tossed his head, twisted the accelerator, and sped away.

Since I'm penniless, starting a business is out of the question for the time being.

When things get tough, you can only start with the hardest, but also the easiest, job: bricklaying.

With the rapid development of the times, Jiangcheng is also changing with each passing day, and housing prices are rising steadily.

With housing prices soaring and real estate development booming, the industry is in high demand and constantly hiring.

When things get tough, I'm thinking of doing temporary work that pays me a day, just to get some money to tide me over.

At least earn enough to cover rent and move out of this bizarre neighborhood of the Shen family.

Shen Shi rode his motorcycle to the largest development zone in Jiangcheng, where there were more than a dozen projects in this small area alone.

Unfortunately, he arrived too late; the recruitment period for the construction site had long since passed.

Helplessly, he could only squat in place and wait.

"Brother, what do you do?" asked the guy next to me in his local dialect.

"I'm looking for a job doing bricklaying."

"Me too," the older man said, offering him a cigarette.

Chen Shi waved his hand and said, "I don't smoke."

As the two were chatting, a man dressed as a contractor walked over with a megaphone.

"Five bricklayers and three cement mixers, all paid daily, twenty-five yuan a day including lunch."

Twenty-five yuan is considered low in those rapidly developing coastal cities, but in Jiangcheng it's a rare high salary.

The crowd immediately rushed forward, and Shen Shi also stood up immediately.

The foreman counted them; there were exactly eight, no more, no less. He waved his hand and said to the crowd, "Come with me!"