In the impression of laymen, agents or killers are often cold-faced, skilled, and cool. In fact, this is just an exaggeration and shaping of film and television and literature.

Real agents or killers basically have fixed jobs. The secret of their identity is very important. Don’t think that your profession is very respectable. You should know that success may be the right thing to do, but failure will lead to life! Moreover, whether it is an agent or a killer, you have to go to and from get off work.

Work is about going to work. Don’t consider when it’s over, and don’t quit halfway. Ordinary employees are at most deducted wages if they are fired. If you are expelled from work, you are escaping from work. If you are expelled from work, you are escaping from life!

After get off work, you are off work. After get off work, you are an ordinary person. You must face everything around you with a normal mind. That is, you must try to minimize others' attention to yourself and maintain your image as a transparent person.

Since a profession is just a cover, Afa’s requirements will be very high. He is not too tired, has plenty of free time and has to be decent, just like the one who gets five or six.

Now Afa has figured it out, well, it is not too clear. What he understands is that he does not seem to have any other ways to make money except to rob wealth and accumulate wealth, of course, it is apart from those hard and tiring jobs. What is not clear is what kind of trajectory he will draw in his new life. He can think that helping the strong and helping the weak is a kind of redemption, but he must always be like this, be a hero-like figure who medds in business?

When he arrived at Guangdong Road, Afa got out of the car and walked casually, watching, hoping that inspiration would penetrate his head at once. Unfortunately, after walking a long distance, his head was still empty.

The western section of Guangdong Road is really not very elephant. The surrounding houses are tilted and crowded, and they emit a sour smell. Several dogs are squeezing garbage in the open-air ditch. When Ah Fa walked past, the dogs raised their heads vigilantly. They are thin and dirty, with scabies on their skins, and their hair is cubes, and yellow-green mucus flows out from the corners of their eyes. Next to the garbage pile, an old woman with a mess of hair was sitting woodenly, while a little girl was flipping in the garbage pile, and she threw whatever she picked up and threw it into the shrunken iron bucket.

As he was about to reach the end of the road, Afa saw a clean stone house standing there, and there was a roughly painted image of Jesus on a board outside the door. What made Afa curious was that although Jesus had a Western nose, his eyes were a little slanted, and there was a group of Chinese children around him. Jesus looked down at them, but the mercy in his expression was not portrayed, but it looked like a silly smile of a woman. The above Jesus' head was written in red paint: Suffering children were invited to come here.

Ah Fa stood at the door and watched interestingly. The sound of children singing in it came from inside. Maybe they were praying? He felt familiar. He grew up in the orphanage of the church when he was a child. The sound of reading stopped, and the sound of the jingle of the enamel pot and iron bowl was heard, followed by the sound of a woman, which sounded a little harsh.

If it was really a charity and really saved children, it would have done a great thing. Ah Fa shook his head gently and turned around to walk away.

A foreign woman opposite was walking towards her. She was wearing a straw hat, dragging her hair down in her ear, taking care of her steps, and putting a large canvas bag on her shoulder. Perhaps Ah Fa's outfit was different from most Chinese people, so she looked at him with her face sideways.

Ah Fa didn't care, he didn't wince or fear, and even smiled politely, then

A sharp baby cry sounded, and Ah Fa hurriedly turned his head to look. After changing the angle, he found that there was something similar to a swaddle on the other side of the stone steps, and the sound came from there.

Janet strode over, picked up the cradle, patted it gently, and turned her puzzled gaze to Ah Fa, "Is this what you sent it?" In addition to the British accent, her Chinese dialect also has a strange tone, which is a bit like singing a poem.

Ah? Ah was stunned for a moment and shook his head quickly, "No, no, I'm just passing by."

Janet looked at Ah Fa, as if trying to tell if he was lying. Then she quickly walked up the steps and pulled a rope beside the door, and a ringtone vaguely came out. Soon, a nun-like man trotted out, and a few simple conversations, carrying the baby in.

"Sir, please stay." Janet turned around and shouted at Afa who had walked away.

Ah Fa turned around in confusion and stared at the fat woman. Her face was plump and tanned, her eyes were light blue, and her freckled nose was raised.

"May I ask, are you a Christian?" Janet seemed to think that from the outfit, Afa was more likely to accept fresh things, and there seemed to be a cross hanging around his neck, but he didn't know that this was just a concealment.

"I, no." Ah Fa shook his head and said, "I no longer believe in religion, it cannot protect anything."

"It protects me." Janet took out a handkerchief as big as a towel, wiped her face, and looked at Ah Fa and said, "It may not save your body, but it can save your soul. Well, it's a bit of vain, right? But, I will pray for you."

Ah Fa frowned slightly under Janet's bright eyes and blinked slowly, which seemed a bit threatening. He imagined where he was at night, the woman knelt on her knees, closed her eyes, and focused on him, hoping that he would repent...

"My name is Janet. I have been in Shanghai for two and a half years. God ordered me to work for him." Janet said this very solemnly, "To save the orphans and abandoned children, and those maids, as long as we can find them. Well, do you want to come in and take a look?"

"Oh, I can't do it today, let's go another day!" Ah Fa tweeted.

"Oh, okay!" Janet shrugged, "Then come again next time!" She suddenly laughed, "Can you donate some money to us now? We need money, maybe God wants you to do this. Haha, I'm not ashamed, are you rich?"

Ah Fa was a little stunned and stunned for a moment. It was really direct to fundraising like this. He asked, "How much do you want? I want it."

"How much can you give? The widow's money is small and precious." Janet stared at Ah Fa's eyes for a while, and said, "Do you want to see what I found?" As she said that, she moved the cloth bag from the back to the front, opened the mouth of the bag for Ah Fa to see.
Chapter completed!