"You bastard." The old man ignored his daughter and questioned Yang Huai directly, "What's your purpose? What's your purpose?!"
"Uncle, I think you've misunderstood something." Yang Huai laughed instead of getting angry. "I've only known your daughter for less than four hours."
"That's right, Dad. How can you scold people indiscriminately?" The girl stomped her feet. "I was delivering some goods and saw him alone on the mountain road. It was hot and there were no taxis. I didn't know how long he'd have to walk alone, so I gave him a ride. I just happened to find out that he'd just arrived in Hong Kong and didn't have a job. I just thought, you're not in good health and we don't need anyone at home …"
Looking at her father's face, her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
"Heh …" The old man huffed. "How dare you let a stranger get into your car? Don't you know how dangerous it is for a girl?! "
"Hong Kong's public security is pretty good." The girl argued softly.
"If public security was good, why would we need the police?!" The old man gritted his teeth. "Little Superman said he was kidnapped, so he was kidnapped. Ah, who do you think you are?! You're a girl and you have no sense of safety! "
Hearing someone mention Li Superman, Yang Huai couldn't help but want to laugh. The Li Superman that the public knew was completely different from the Li Superman he knew.
The only person who could be called Superman was his uncle.
A Hong Konger might work in his uncle's business all his life, deposit money in his uncle's bank, live in his uncle's house, and eventually lie in his uncle's cemetery.
He would work for his uncle all his life.
"I'm sorry, dad. I was wrong, okay? There's an outsider here. Save me some face. " The girl giggled and shook his arm. Pointing at Yang Huai, she said, "See, I've brought him here for you. You've always taught us to keep our word, so you can't just chase him away, can you?"
"You're pissing me off! Stupid girl! "The old man glared at Yang Huai after scolding his daughter." What do you know how to do? "
"What do you need to do here?" This was the first time in his life that he had accepted an interview. He had always been the one interviewing and choosing others. He was not used to being picked on all of a sudden.
"My chicken farm doesn't have a heavy workload. You wake up at six o 'clock every day to manually mix the ingredients, feed the chickens water, and clean the feces. You can rest when you finish," the old man pointed at the chicken coop, "If you're willing to work, I'll cover your food and accommodation.
Think about it, are you okay or not? "
The girl was about to speak, but he immediately stopped her.
"No problem." Yang Huai didn't care about his salary at all.
"Really?" Hearing Yang Huai's answer without hesitation, the old man was a little stunned. He didn't expect Yang Huai to agree so readily.
"Of course," Yang Huai said with a smile, "but there's one thing. If I need to resign at any time, you have to agree."
"Of course." With such a low salary, the old man also felt that it was a bit insulting. His voice was not as loud as before, and it suddenly became much gentler.
"Then it's a deal." Yang Huai reached out his hand again, "It's a deal. I can start at any time."
"I like straightforward young people like you. Work hard and I won't mistreat you. Don't underestimate my chicken farm. There's a lot to learn." The old man shook hands with Yang Huai and patted his shoulder happily. He said to his daughter, "Arrange a room for him and teach him how to work."
"Got it." The girl nodded weakly.
The old man left. Yang Huai followed behind the girl in boredom. He smiled and said, "Now you know my name. I still don't know yours."
"My name is Wu Bojun." The girl said, "My father is Wu Xian, and my brother is Wu Boxiong."
"Then I'll call you Xiaojun from now on?" Yang Huai asked tentatively.
"Sure," the girl shrugged, "I'll call you Xiao Yang."
"Xiao Jun." Yang Huai addressed her formally.
"Xiao Yang."
The two young people looked at each other and smiled.
At the end of the chicken coop was a warehouse. In the middle of it was a bamboo bed. Things were piled messily around it, and the beams were covered with cobwebs.
Wu Bojun was about to tidy up the woven bag on the bamboo bed, but Yang Huai beat her to it.
"Let me do it." Yang Huai stopped her. "You just need to find a rag for me."
In his childhood memories, the thatched house at home and the shack by the fish pond were even worse than this. When it rained, there would be rainwater on top and mud under his feet.
It was only after he followed his grandparents to Hong Kong to study that his living environment had truly improved.
"I'm sorry." The girl brought in a rag, a broom, and a bucket of water. "I'm sorry for making you suffer."
"Haha …" Yang Huai said nonchalantly, "Our family used to have a hard time too. A thatched hut, just like the ones you see on TV in the 1980s. When it rained heavily, fish and eels would rush in. We could even take the opportunity to have a good meal."
"Hey … You're still in the mood to laugh?" Wu Bojun asked in surprise.
"What's wrong?" Yang Huai didn't understand.
"The minimum wage in Hong Kong is 28 yuan per hour." Wu Bojun looked at him and said guiltily, "Don't you think my dad is too much?"
Although he came from the mainland, even if he worked as a dishwasher, he earned more than 2,000 yuan a month.
"Haha …" Yang Huai laughed. He washed the rag in the bucket and said, "I think you're very sincere."
"This kind of thing can't be hidden. You'll find out sooner or later. It's better to tell you now." She told him the truth.
"Like you said, although the salary is low, where else can I find a place that provides food and shelter?" Yang Huai asked.
"You're really not angry?" She asked again with uncertainty.
"Thank your dad for me." He wiped the bamboo bed from top to bottom twice. When he finished, the floor was already cleaned by Wu Bojun. "Give me the broom. I'll sweep the beam again."
"Then stand on the chair. Be careful not to fall." She moved a chair for him.
It took the two of them an hour to finally tidy up the house.
At dinner, he had the chance to meet the Wu family. The old lady of the Wu family was very thin and didn't speak much.
Wu Boxiong was a big fat man with a broad body. His waist could probably be twice his size.
He really thought of himself as a boss. His attitude was very good.
"Little Yang, follow me from now on. I'll take care of you …"
"Thank you, Brother Xiong." Yang Huai cupped his hands.
"Back in the day …" Wu Boxiong waved his hand in an imposing manner. "I was also a dragon in Yau Ma Tei. Everyone called me Brother Xiong …"
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