The Decision
It had been eight days since he was fired. During these eight days, Zhang Quan had been constantly looking for a job. Every day at dawn, he would get up and wear a suit and tie to look for a job. He didn't have lunch every day, so he couldn't find a job. After all, it was almost the new year, and many companies didn't need people.
Moreover, in this situation where graduate students and PhD students were everywhere, what was the use of an ordinary university student like him?
It was dark when he returned to the small house he had just rented. The house was not very big, about 15 to 16 square meters. It was enough for Zhang Quan to live alone. There was an independent bathroom and a balcony. It was not bad to rent this house for 350 yuan per month.
That was because a college student couple had lived here not long ago. They had broken up and returned the house. After all, it was almost the new year, and many people had to go home. The landlord was only willing to rent it to Zhang Quan for 350 yuan. In this city, housing prices like this were already very low.
Sitting on the sofa, he turned on his phone to take a look. There were five messages, all from Huang Ping and a few colleagues. In the eight days, Zhang Quan's colleagues had sent messages, and Chu Lin had sent two (because he had been looking for trouble recently, his phone was turned off, so he could only leave messages). They all asked how Zhang Quan was doing and if there was anything he could help with.
She smiled knowingly at the message on her phone, then threw her phone aside and went to take a shower.
After washing up, he called them and told them that he was doing well now and was prepared to play for a few more days when he was not working. He said that he would not have time to play when he found a job in the future. When he had enough fun, he would consider whether to find a job or go home for the New Year. (If you're a man, don't ask me why my superiors are calling me like this.)
Every time he finished a phone call, Zhang Quan would smile bitterly.
If someone familiar was around, they would have noticed that Zhang Quan's face had lost a lot of flesh. The face that he thought of as Po An's was already very similar to a bitter gourd (Actually, he had always been the same. He never looked like Po An, but he definitely looked like a pimp, and the kind that needed a beating).
He dialed Huang Ping's number and waited for a long time before Huang Ping picked up.
Hello, Brother Quan!
Hm, you're so happy after taking stimulants. Do you think that you're happy after this bro leaves?
Definitely not. Am I that kind of person?
How would I know? Why did you take so long to answer my call?
How can you think like that? Bro, don't you know what kind of person he is? Let me tell you, didn't that storm last for eight days? I'm already at Level 9 and I'm ready to do the Advancement Quest now.
After ten minutes of arguing with him, Huang Ping was basically the one talking about promotion and equipment. Zhang Quan could tell that he was talking nonsense. The key point was that in the future, the gold coins inside would be able to be exchanged for RMB.
However, Zhang Quan was tempted by Huang Ping's words. Since he had no job at the moment, he might as well play some games. He might even be able to earn some RMB.
It was decided that the equipment would be ready the next day. The life skills inside were also very important, such as making medicines and weapons. After they were made, they could be sold at a good price. Zhang Quan decided to enter the game to practice his skills and earn some money from him.
Life is still beautiful, persevere, pimp bro
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