It's midnight at a barbecue restaurant in a corner of the city.
A few drunkards were still drinking at the outdoor tables outside the entrance. The ground was littered with trash and empty bottles, a mess, and the air reeked of alcohol and grease.
The waiters were clearing away empty bottles and bamboo skewers from the tables, and the charcoal fire by the door was crackling faintly, suggesting that the restaurant was about to close.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the street. A motorcycle stopped neatly in front of the shop. A boy dressed in black clothes put his legs on the ground and took off his helmet.
From the side, his legs look incredibly long.
The waiter, who was tidying up the table, looked over when he heard the noise and said while tidying up, "Jiang Cheng, that was the last order. We're out of orders."
Jiang Cheng nodded slightly. "I understand."
It was 1 a.m., and the store should have closed.
The waiter suddenly remembered something, "Oh right, the boss told you to go inside and find him after you come back."
"good."
Jiang Cheng nodded, then took a long stride, casually ruffled his messy hair, hung the helmet on the front of his car, and stepped into the store.
A man with a lean build, dark complexion, and a thick gold chain around his neck was sitting at the front desk. He looked to be in his forties and was playing a mobile mahjong game.
"Boss," Jiang Cheng called out.
The boss looked up from the mahjong game, slightly lifted his eyelids, and gently pushed the envelope on the bar counter with a finger. "Here, your salary for this month."
The boss loves cash transactions because he enjoys the feeling of giving money to people face-to-face.
It made him seem very wealthy and powerful.
Jiang Cheng took the envelope, opened it, and ran his fingers through it a few times in front of him.
The boss caught a glimpse of his actions out of the corner of his eye, clicked his tongue, and said, "You'll get your share. You were late last time, which caused several orders to be missed, so we deducted your wages for that day. That's reasonable, isn't it?"
Jiang Cheng paused for a moment, then closed the envelope. "Okay, I understand."
"Alright, if there's nothing else, pack up and go home." The boss waved his hand without looking up. "We'll continue next month. It's settled then, you have to provide your own motorcycle, I won't reimburse you for the gas."
Jiang Cheng put the envelope in his pocket, his tone devoid of emotion, "I know."
The reason I took this job was because of the flexible hours, which would coincide with my usual class schedule. I could deliver quite a few orders in one night, and each order would come with a fixed delivery fee commission.
The boss required him to bring his own car, so he borrowed a motorcycle from someone.
"By the way, which school did you say you went to..." The boss suddenly remembered something, looked up, and saw that there was no one there.
The next second, he heard the sound of a motorcycle starting outside the door. He clicked his tongue and then lowered his head to concentrate on playing his mahjong.
Whether someone goes to school or not is none of his business; as long as they can work for him, that's enough.
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When Jiang Cheng parked his car in front of "Big Fish Internet Cafe", Zhu Yuan was engrossed in a game.
Jiang Cheng walked in and tossed the car keys in front of Zhu Yuan. Only then did Zhu Yuan look up from the game, take off his headphones, and chuckle, "Brother Cheng, you're back."
He's dark-skinned, has a buzz cut, and small eyes. When he smiles like that, it gives the impression that he's exposing his intelligence; he looks particularly silly.
But no one could have imagined that Zhu Yuan, who looked so simple-minded, was actually a genuine second-generation rich kid, or more accurately, a nouveau riche.
He grew up in an urban village with Jiang Cheng. Later, their old house was demolished and they became rich overnight, becoming "second-generation demolition beneficiaries".
He wasn't cut out for studying, but his father persuaded him to finish compulsory education and then opened an internet cafe for him so he would have something to do and wouldn't be idle.
"I've parked your car at the door." Jiang Cheng raised his chin. "I've also filled up the gas tank for you."
Zhu Yuan frowned upon hearing this. He picked up the key and placed it in front of Jiang Cheng, saying, "Brother Cheng, you keep the key. I don't need it."
He added, "I don't usually ride a bike, so it's a waste to leave it lying around. You can use it without worry."
Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded, weighing the key in his hand. "Okay, thanks."
He really needs this car right now, and there's no need for him to force himself.
"What's our relationship? Why are you being so polite with me?" Zhu Yuan waved his hand and asked him again, "Are you sleeping here or at home tonight? If you're staying here, I'll get you a private room."
Jiang Cheng shook his head, "I'm not sleeping here, I'm going home to take a shower."
I ran all night, worked up a sweat, and still smelled of barbecue fumes on my body—it didn't smell very good.
"Okay, you can go back now." Zhu Yuan nodded, a hopeful smile on his face, and rubbed his hands together, saying, "Brother Cheng, if you have time, could you come over next time and help me with this level? I can't seem to get past it."
Jiang Cheng is good at games, has quick reflexes, and is smart. He can pick up any game after playing it for a short time. Zhu Yuan often asks him to help him level up and score points.
It wasn't a big deal, so Jiang Cheng naturally nodded in agreement: "I have time tomorrow afternoon, I'll come over and help you with the call."
Zhu Yuan's face lit up with joy, his smile so wide it almost disappeared from his eyes. "Okay, thank you, Brother Cheng."
"I'm leaving now." Jiang Cheng waved the car keys in front of him, then put them in his pocket. "Leave the car here, I'll walk back."
Jiang Cheng's home wasn't too far from the internet cafe, just two streets away.
Turning from the bright street scene into a deep alley, the alley was very deep, crisscrossing and interconnected, so narrow that only two people could pass at a time.
Along each alley, there are densely packed bungalows or two- or three-story buildings. In the damp and cramped environment, people live side by side, all covered in dust and dirt.
The streetlights were old and dilapidated, emitting a faint light. Jiang Cheng walked by this light, passing by residents returning home late at night from time to time. There were drunk men and scantily clad women.
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