"Hey, okay brother, I'll be at the village in the city soon, right? Fuzhou Restaurant, I'll be there soon."

Under the scorching sun, Zhang Fugui was riding a shared electric scooter and talking on the phone.

He kept his eyes on the surrounding area while looking for the Fuzhou Restaurant that the other party mentioned.

He really needs this job.

Speaking of Zhang Fugui's life, it can be regarded as a legendary life.

He was abandoned at the gate of an orphanage when he was a baby.

At that time, the director of the orphanage was named Zhang. Under the influence of his simple thoughts, he hoped that the poor child would be prosperous and wealthy in the future, so he named him Zhang Fugui.

As they grew older, the children in Zhang Fugui's batch were adopted one after another.

Only Zhang Fugui persisted in fighting on the front line, and missed the opportunity to be adopted every time by chance.

In the end, he even got rid of two orphanage directors.

Before the death of the second dean, Dean Wang, he held Zhang Fugui's hand in front of the hospital bed and said to him earnestly: "If it doesn't work out, just try your best to get into college and work in our orphanage!"

The staff nearby comforted Director Wang and echoed, "Yes, Fugui can be considered a veteran of our orphanage. This can also be regarded as a targeted talent cultivated by our orphanage."

Upon hearing these words of comfort, Dean Wang shed tears immediately, pointed at Zhang Fugui and said to the people around him: "What kind of talent is he? At most... he is a negative teaching material."

Dean Wang felt that what he said was a bit serious again, so he said to Fugui: "Fugui, grow up quickly. If you have the opportunity in the future, write down all your experiences over the years and leave them to our hospital. It can be regarded as a novel."

A good textbook with great research value.”

At this point, Dean Wang began to cry in pain. While crying, he said that he was incompetent and that he was ashamed of Mr. Zhang's will. The more he spoke, the more excited he became.

In the end, the excitement may reach its peak and the heart will become motionless.

Zhang Fugui was sixteen years old that year, and new deans and employees would ask him for advice on work content and precautions.

Later, Fugui learned from the experience and thought that he would follow Dean Wang's idea and work hard to get into college, which would be worthy of the upbringing of the two old deans.

Then Fugui was admitted to a private technical school with an excellent score exceeding 10 points in the first line.

Why did this happen? In fact, Zhang Fugui didn't want this.

The night before the application deadline, he went to the Internet cafe to fill in his application form.

He originally applied for a psychological education major at a normal university in this city, but then he suddenly wanted to try Tsinghua and Peking University as an option.

In the spirit of research and exploration, he entered Tsinghua University as his first choice.

I just finished filling out the top major at Tsinghua University, and I thought it would be fun, so I took a screenshot and decided to change back to Normal University.

As luck would have it, a piece of ceiling from the Internet cafe suddenly fell down, knocking Zhang Fugui unconscious.

People gathered around him, some calling 120, and some shouting for help.

Someone with a keen eye saw the website for college entrance examination registration on the computer screen, and only Tsinghua University was filled in as the preferred direction.

Then the crowd started to praise again: "Hey! This guy is still a top student."

"Let's see, Tsinghua University! Maybe it's our city's number one student."

Another person looked carefully at Zhang Fugui, whose face was covered with blood, and replied affirmatively: "I see, didn't he appear on TV a few days ago? It was said that Tsinghua University came here specially to see him."

"Then let's volunteer and save it for him as soon as possible, so as not to delay his going to college."

So a group of well-wishers first locked Zhang Fugui's college entrance examination choice in Tsinghua University's top major, and then together they sent Fugui to the ambulance.

Looking at the ambulance rushing away, one person couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of the top scorer in the college entrance examination. He is so awesome. I will apply for Tsinghua University if I wish."

In this way, Zhang Fugui passed by this college with the help of kind people.

Because the reform of the college entrance examination made it impossible to repeat the course, Zhang Fugui signed up for a local private junior college under the persuasion of the third dean, Dean Li.

After receiving Zhang Fugui's consultation call, the principal of the junior college carefully inquired about Zhang Fugui's college entrance examination results. At that time, he concluded that he had encountered telecommunications fraud, so he called the police.

After careful interrogation and verification by the police, Zhang Fugui successfully entered the junior college.

That was the most glorious day of wealth.

The entire vocational college held a small meeting specially for his arrival. The principal held Fugui's hand and said affectionately to the crowd around him: "What spirit are you in when you come to our vocational college with high scores? At this time

The spirit of courage to dedicate, courage to take responsibility and courage to fight!”

As a result, just after his freshman year, the principal, who was very aware of telecom fraud, fell into an illegal fund-raising scam, and finally the junior college was inexplicably disbanded.

After that, Zhang Fugui ran a stall, delivered water, worked as a waiter, and worked as a part-time worker.

But it always doesn’t last long due to various reasons.

Of course, it cannot be said that nothing has been accomplished. After all, at such a young age, he successfully took on a loan of 40,000 yuan without any bad habits.

This time Zhang Fugui accidentally saw a recruitment advertisement, saying that he was looking for a security guard, with food and accommodation included, and the price would be 3,000 yuan a month.

Fugui thought that after calculating the monthly loan repayment amount, he could save three hundred yuan a month without having to pay for rent, food and other expenses.

Work for half a year and then buy an electric car to deliver food. This is the plan in Zhang Fugui's mind now.

So Zhang Fugui dialed the other party's phone number, and the other party directly said that they would meet at the Fuzhou Restaurant next to the village in the city.

So under the scorching sun at noon, Zhang Fugui rushed to the village in the city.

"This can't be a liar, right? There's no restaurant here." Zhang Fugui, who had already arrived at the village in the city, said disappointedly as he looked at the scene in front of him.

In this land, in the 1980s, there was a factory building of an old local state-owned enterprise, which was considered a representative enterprise of the city at that time.

The surrounding residents are the former employees of old state-owned enterprises. Later, after the reform of state-owned enterprises, everyone looked for their own way out. Those who were thoughtful used their ideas, those who were capable used their abilities, and the rest were unknown and still lived in obscurity.

Nowadays, the land of the factory has been transferred several times, and we don’t know who it was finally sold to.

The once prosperous scene has been replaced by today's dilapidated state.

This place was once the pride of the city and an advanced representative of the city, but now it has become the most troublesome place for the municipal government and the most coveted place for developers.

Zhang Fugui quickly dialed the other phone number again, wondering if he had heard wrong and was in the wrong place.

The repayment will be in one week, and now he only has two hundred yuan in his pocket. If he is cheated, Zhang Fugui really doesn't know what to do next.

Just when Zhang Fugui was feeling uneasy, he saw an old man walking out of a Shaxian snack shop across the street.

The old man's outfit is quite artistic. It's summer, and he wears a director's vest over a white short-sleeved shirt. There are six bulging pockets on the vest, and he doesn't know what they contain. He wears large cotton plaid pants.

Plus the standard slippers, it reflects the old man's carefree life.

But with a beautiful ponytail hairstyle, one can’t help but wonder if this is an old professor from an art school who is comprehending life.

The pony-tailed old man waved his hand towards Zhang Fugui: "Here it is, here it is, don't make any calls, it's only fifty cents a minute."

One sentence shows this old man's profound understanding of life.

Zhang Fugui hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road, then walked to the old man Mawei, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm not familiar with this place, and I don't know where this Fuzhou restaurant is."

The old man with ponytail pointed to the Shaxian snacks behind him coolly and said, "Take a closer look."

"Shaxian snacks, traditional snacks of Shaxian County, Fuzhou..., uncle, this is Fuzhou Restaurant." Zhang Fugui really couldn't connect the Shaxian snacks in front of him with the restaurant.

"Of course, but I kept a low profile and didn't say it clearly. Speaking of which, this is considered a relatively powerful local catering industry." The old man with ponytail opened the door curtain, pointed to the stairs and said, "Let's go to the private room for an interview."

Shaxian snacks and private rooms? Zhang Fugui has never considered this issue, but since he mentioned interviews, it seems that he is really recruiting people, so just go with him.

Anyway, I am penniless now. In a civilized society, I can't cut off people's waists in broad daylight.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fugui followed in the footsteps of the old man Mawei. Halfway through, the old man Mawei turned around and said to Zhang Fugui: "You can order whatever you want, but you have to pay for the meal at your own expense."

After saying that, he shouted to the boss of Shaxian County: "Let's have some duck leg rice, add an egg, and pick a big duck leg for me, or don't you pay the bill."

These two words full of fireworks instantly broke Zhang Fugui's worries, because a scammer would not worry about the size of the duck legs or who would pay for the meal before committing the fraud.

At the same time, it also broke Zhang Fugui's illusion that the old man Mawei was an artist.

It is said to be a private room, but in fact the second floor is used to store sundries, and there are also two sets of tables and chairs.

Zhang Fugui is a careful person. He accidentally saw the lighter in the ponytail old man's pocket and thought that the person opposite him must be an old smoker.

Sure enough, as soon as they sat down, the pony-tailed old man started taking out a cigarette.

Seeing the opportunity, Zhang Fugui decisively took out a pack of prepared huazi and signaled the pony-tailed old man to smoke this.

The struggle in society made Zhang Fugui know that he had to express his needs when asking for help. After all, he needed this job so much. The old man with ponytail did not pick up the bag of Huazi, but just took out a bag from his pocket.

Ten dollars.

First he lit a cigarette for himself leisurely, and then handed the cigarette case to Zhang Fugui.

Zhang Fugui waved his hands repeatedly and explained: "I don't smoke."

"Oh? You don't smoke. What a pity." The old man with ponytail put the cigarette back into his pocket and took the opportunity to take away the flowers on the table.

Alas, I didn't find a job, so I lost a bag of Huazi first.

Forget it, let’s not think about this for now. When he saw the pony-tailed old man lowering his head and patting his pocket with satisfaction, Zhang Fugui hurriedly said: "Uncle, I’m here to apply for a job. Look..."
Chapter completed!