part-time notes

Chapter 14 Road Coordinator

In the winter of 2020, in a certain city in the south.

December has begun to enter winter in this city, and the temperature difference between day and night is huge.While the sun is still warm and pleasant during the day, the damp cold at night can be downright uncomfortable.

One Friday night, I was lying on the bed after washing up. As usual, I checked WeChat Moments before going to bed. When I browsed the content sent by several part-time team leaders in this city, I accidentally saw a new post.In order to create a civilized city, the city government decided to add civilized supervisors at the intersections of the main roads in the urban area, which can be regarded as a kind of auxiliary police, mainly to cooperate with the traffic police in law enforcement, remind pedestrians to walk on sidewalks and zebra crossings, and warn battery cars And a series of traffic problems such as bicycles and vehicles not going against the road.The working hours are from 15:80 am to [-]:[-] pm, with a [-]-minute break for each hour, and the salary is [-] yuan.Since the work is half a day, there is no time for meals, so I can only solve it by myself after get off work.It just so happens that I have a relatively difficult weekend this week, and I have nothing to do. I would like to get more familiar with the city and earn some food and drink money by the way, so I chatted with the team leader.

I know this team leader. She is a 25-year-old girl. She asked me before if I would consider selling driver's license points.During the chat, I learned that this was not the first-hand job she had undertaken, but that it was actually a job contracted by another labor service company, but the number of people that the company wanted to recruit was far below the required number of employees, and Time is tight and tasks are heavy, so other labor service companies are invited to cooperate and recruit people together. In fact, this kind of cooperation is very common among such labor service companies.

After communicating some basic information, she signed up for me and sent me a location, telling me to gather at the labor service company shown on the sent location before [-]:[-] the next morning, in addition to bringing my ID card In addition to wearing a belt.I knew it was necessary to wear the uniform, so I calculated the time, set the alarm clock, turned off the lights and went to bed, preparing for the part-time job the next day.

Early the next morning, I packed up and went out of the house to take the subway according to the actual recommended route on the mobile phone map. The location of the labor service company was not the same as the subway line near where I lived. I changed lines halfway and arrived at the station.

As soon as I got out of the subway station, I looked at the map on my mobile phone. The map showed that the place I was going to was still two and a half kilometers away. I scanned a shared bicycle to solve the remaining distance.I looked at this subway station, and as soon as I came out from here, this subway station and its surroundings gave me the feeling of a subway station I had seen in Shanghai before.Not underground, but the one on the viaduct, which looks busy and huge from a distance.

I followed the instructions of the mobile phone map, while riding a bicycle, while looking at the street view along the way.After blaming the road at the subway station, it gave me the feeling that it used to be a rural area very close to the urban area, and it was just demolished and developed in recent years.Sure enough, it didn't take long for me to see a few big characters on the street, welcome to XX Economic Development Zone.The construction here is not very rustic, but it must have nothing to do with fashion.Except for a few large shopping malls and two buildings around the subway station just now, the rest of the places look like the suburbs of the city.

I rode over a bridge, and the speed bump I passed while going downhill almost knocked off the phone I was holding for navigation!Fortunately, I slowed down in time to avoid making a mistake. Cycling with a mobile phone in one hand is really dangerous!
After turning another two streets, I finally arrived at the place where the labor service company is located. It is a residential area surrounded by many old and new communities. Most of the residents are migrant workers and relocated households.

I got off the car near the labor service company and left the bike on the side of the road.I vaguely felt that something was wrong, because I didn't see other shared bicycles staying here except my own bicycle, and since I rode into this street, someone glanced at me from time to time.Finally, the mobile phone remembered the prompt tone of the text message. I checked the information, and the content of the information showed that I parked the bicycle outside the operation service area and needed to pay the dispatch fee.I know that my vague premonition of feeling uneasy is right, and I also know why some people look at me from time to time. To be precise, they are actually looking at the bike I am riding.But fortunately, the bike-sharing platform gave me a chance. For the sake of the first offender, the platform let me relearn the parking rules and waived the dispatch fee this time, but if there is another time, it will not be like this lucky.

I "escaped the catastrophe" without any danger, and found a labor service company smoothly.The storefront of the company is not very big, and the rolling shutter door has not been opened, it seems that the people in the store have not come yet.I bought two buns and a cup of soy milk near the labor service company and ate them at the door.The price of breakfast is not very expensive, compared to the location in the city center where I live, it is already very cheap.However, when I just took a second bite of the bun, something very unpleasant happened to me.There was too much soup in the bun stuffing, and it dripped out and dripped on the coat I was wearing. Although the coat is not expensive, it is at least clean and tidy. It is always annoying when things like this happen, at least It's very upsetting for me.But I can't blame others for this upset, I can only blame myself for not paying attention when I eat too badly.

After a hasty breakfast, the rolling door of the labor service company was still closed.I dialed the contact number of the person in charge of the labor service company sent to me by the part-time team leader last night to make contact.On the other end of the phone is a female voice with a dialect accent. Although it is difficult to understand, it can be heard that she has worked hard to speak Mandarin. She said that someone will answer the door soon.

After a while, a young man with a height of about 170 cm appeared in front of the store, and he pulled up the shutter door. He was 26 and seven years old, neither fat nor thin, and his face could not be called handsome, but he was not bad lad.Not long after the store opened, a woman got out of a car and walked into the labor service company. She should be the woman who just spoke to me.Other people who were planning to do part-time jobs also came over one after another. They all called her "Madam Boss", which showed that this labor service company was opened by her husband.

Although the "lady boss" is short and thin, she doesn't have that small and exquisite feeling.She is very white with a small frame, thin legs, and shriveled buttocks. It is really hard to say the word "beautiful".The features of her appearance make it easy for people to recognize her as a woman from the south. According to her appearance, she is not rich.Fortunately, "one white covers one hundred ugliness", her fair skin has added a lot of points to her. Although she is not a beautiful woman, she is definitely not an ugly woman.

Most of the part-timers have already arrived, some are blowing their hair in the store, and some are smoking outside the store.I took a rough look at them. The age structure of part-timers is uneven. There are people in their 50s and young people in their 30s and 45s. But generally speaking, most of them are men over [-] years old, and there are relatively few young people. , Most of their appearance is poorly dressed, and their personal hygiene is not very good.

The shop is very small, with only a pair of desks and chairs and two small rows of sofas on both sides of the wall, and the walls are covered with recruitment information from nearby factories.I took a closer look. There are electronics factories, textile factories, and express factories.The monthly salary listed above is basically between [-] and [-], but I don't know whether these jobs will bring such an income.

At this moment, the proprietress shouted, "Is there anyone without a copy of their ID card?"

"Copy of ID card?" Everyone was stunned, and they all said, "Is there any notice to bring a copy of ID card?"

The proprietress said: "It's okay, take out your ID cards, I have a photocopier here and I will make copies for you!"

The young man who opened the door quickly explained: "Because our position is entrusted to the Labor Bureau by the city government, we have to report to the city government for every day's attendance."

"Oh, so that's the case." Everyone nodded in understanding. After all, it's a government job, so they all readily handed their ID cards to the lady boss who came to mobile ID cards.An old man standing next to me did not forget to wink and teased two words about the "edge ball" between men and women when he passed by. The scene was very greasy.

The proprietress collected everyone's ID cards and took them to be copied. The young man took out a sign-in form from the store for everyone who came to do part-time jobs to register. This is usually a necessary part of the part-time team leader before the start of work. The content is nothing more than Name, phone number, ID number, which company or team leader recruited you, check-in time, etc.

When signing in, a silver-gray Ford van drove towards the store and parked in a parking space not far away.Two people got out of the car, one was a tall and handsome guy, and the other was an uncle of medium build with black and yellow teeth that couldn't close together, and his hair was fluffy and messy and had begun to show signs of hair loss.He looks in his early fifties, and he likes to look at people with evil eyebrows and mouse eyes. Maybe he is not as serious as I think, but what is certain is that he does not feel like a good person.

The back door of the van was opened, and the interior inside was only two small rows of narrow hard steel seats. Here were the outer pants and bright yellow vest of the police uniform, and there was a bag full of police caps, scattered beside it. A large bundle of yellow flags.

"Come here! Come here to change clothes after all!" The handsome boy shouted to the part-timers.

"Come on! Come on! Come here after signing!" The uncle also echoed loudly. If the tone of the handsome boy just now was a reminder, then the tone of this uncle is an order.

"One coat, one pair of trousers, one hat, and one flag for each person. Nothing more and nothing less!"

The handsome guy commanded, and the people who signed in rushed up to choose the clothes that fit them. The scene was very similar to the scene when a supermarket with a big promotion was just opened in the morning and was besieged by a group of old people.Clothes are picked everywhere by part-timers, and when they encounter unsuitable clothes, they often throw them back or simply throw them on the ground.

"What are you grabbing? Everyone has it! There are only a few more... Oops! Who threw this? Put back the ones that don't fit, don't throw them here!" the handsome boy yelled loudly.There were obvious traces of hoarseness in his voice, but no one paid attention to him, and they all continued their rough behavior, complaining that their mouths were too big or too small.Of course, I am no exception, but the degree of rudeness is more civilized than theirs, because if you don’t grab it, you will lose the opportunity to find clothes of your size, which is also a manifestation of the jungle.

"Yes, yes! Don't litter, whoever litters again will be fined!" The uncle also shouted from the side, the handsome boy's voice was so loud that no one paid attention to it, let alone this uncle.What's more, the car body is not very big, so it's strange if a group of people don't snatch it there.

When people are fully dressed, they start to line up and count the number of people.Because it is winter, the clothes are cotton clothes, each of which is dirty and old, and has an unpleasant smell. I don’t know how many times it has been worn by many people and thrown on the ground.Putting it on top of the original coat is extra warm, but the disadvantage is that the shape looks very bloated.

Just as the queue was lined up, the proprietress came out of the house with a stack of ID cards and photocopies, and there was another thing in her hand, which was a QR code sign for WeChat payment.Every time she reads the name on an ID card, she sends the corresponding person an original and a copy of the ID card with a sentence "Scan the code for one yuan!".I remember just hearing that there were 42 people in the queue, and she also received 42 yuan.After the ID card was issued, the proprietress said: "Everyone keep the ID card, and keep the copy for yourself." After speaking, she turned and went back to the house.

Since the copy of the ID card must be kept by oneself, it must be used after arriving at the post.I thought so.

After queuing up, the first problem that the handsome guy found was that there were too many people. Originally, there were only 42 people today, but [-] people came. It may be that they were recruiting with various labor companies last night. Statistics are wrong.

The handsome guy looked at everyone one by one. He walked up to a very short man who looked too old for his age and asked, "How old are you this year?"

The uncle replied "52 years old" with an accent.

"Our job requires standing for a long time, and the weather is quite cold. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it, why don't you go back first? Next time, I'll contact you when I have a good job next time, okay! I'm sorry." Shuai The boy said to the uncle.His tone was very polite. Although he had a negotiating attitude, everyone could tell that this was actually an announcement, and there was no room for discussion.

The uncle nodded, slowly turned and left.Although he was somewhat reluctant, he actually understood in his heart that the handsome guy meant that he didn't intend to use him.I woke up early and spent the money for the fare and copying the ID card but failed to participate in the job. There is no way. The reality is sometimes so cruel, and there is also elimination in the part-time job world.

The handsome guy said similar things in front of another uncle who looked older and eliminated that uncle as well.Before he left, the uncle complained about the handsome guy, but he didn't check the content clearly, which made me waste time and wasted time.The handsome guy didn't refute or pay attention, and continued to stand in front of the queue.

"Come on! Check your image! Look at the clothes and pants are not neat!" The uncle shouted with a serious face.I looked at his untidy clothes and trousers, but I couldn't figure out what he was doing. Could it be that he was the boss?But his temperament is not like that at all!Moreover, the proprietress had no interaction with him throughout the whole process, and the two team leaders did not show the attitude they should have towards the boss at all.

"We are on duty representing the city government, so we must pay attention to our personal image, because you represent the city's appearance and city appearance! Well, yes, your image is very good."

I looked at the people standing around me. They were tightly wrapped in two layers of cotton clothes, each of them looked like a deserted dog. It's strange to say that this image is good!Not to mention representing the appearance of the city.

After queuing up, the two team leaders, the handsome guy and the guy who opened the door, went to prepare to drive a Ford van to the work site. One was white, and the other was the gray one when they just picked up the clothes.

There are not many seats in the car, except for the two co-pilot seats next to the driver's seat, the rest of the people have to squeeze into the two rows of narrow stools and chairs in the trunk. Take them out one by one and continue to squeeze out a seat in the remaining space to sit.

Before leaving, I heard the handsome guy say to the uncle who got off the car with him, "Okay, it's okay, you can do whatever you need to do." The uncle just smiled. If the two cars drive away, only the proprietress will be left in the store. It is definitely not good for him to be alone with the proprietress, but he cannot follow the car, even if he wants to, there is no place for him in the car ah.In fact, from the chats between the team leaders and him just now, I heard that this uncle is just a custodian of clothing and materials. He does not seem to belong to the labor service company. His attitude should be extremely polite.I don't know exactly where he is affiliated, but what is certain is that few people want to talk to him.

Forty people and two cars, each car has a different route.The car started, and the leader of the driving team introduced the rules of part-time work. He would drop off at intersections one by one, and he would return to the labor service company when he finished delivering the two people at the last intersection.Every time I arrive at a designated intersection, two people will get out of the car and go to the intersection to be on duty. The job content is to assist the traffic police in directing pedestrians and non-motorized vehicles. There is a whistle in the vest, which can be blown whenever there is a need to remind .Wait until it's about time to get off work, and then pick up from the last intersection when it was delivered, and pick it up from intersection to intersection.After all the staff arrives, return directly to the labor service company to return the clothes, and then sign in after get off work is considered as the end of the whole work.

The part-timers in the car are chatting with each other, speaking with accents from different places. Most of them live in the suburbs not too far from the labor service company. There are very few people like me who live in the urban area. , I guess one is because there are many factories around the suburbs, which can provide more jobs.The second is due to cost of living considerations.

I don’t know who in the car led to the origin of our part-time job, and talked about some stories about this city.

"Oh! It's been three or five years since the selection, and I still haven't selected a civilized city. No, this is starting to reach out to electric vehicles again! It has begun to vigorously rectify the problems of electric vehicles going against the road, without license plates, and without helmets. Are you fooling around!"

Another middle-aged man said maliciously: "Don't worry, if we go to Xieqin, we won't be able to be evaluated!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed, the laughter was full of adultery and obscenity.

The man sitting next to me said excitedly at this moment: "There are so many reasons why I can't comment! You think fellowship is the only reason!" His tone and tone obviously think that he is a person who sees through everything and lives a transparent life. A "master" who has unique insights into everything.That movement and expression seemed to say "what do you know?" However, did he really see through everything?Do you really understand it again?

I saw that he was holding a cloth bag in his hand. The bag was old and dirty. The cloth at the handle had been torn a lot. will be completely broken.The shoes I wear are old, and the glue has been opened in many places. The thickness is just ordinary canvas shoes, not winter cotton shoes.White hair also began to gradually occupy the "black territory".

He was about 36 or seven years old, not too old, but he did look a bit shabby.His speaking level is very average. Sometimes he wants to spit out two idioms or diction, but he always hesitates to speak.There is no shortage of people in this society who like to brag about their knowledge and insights but don't understand anything.

A short young man with a gloomy complexion and two red spots on his cheeks said: "The main reason is that there have been too many safety accidents here in the past few years! Like the collapse of the bridge two years ago, There is also a high-speed rail accident, so that’s why I’ve been unable to be selected.” His hair was messy, and it was obvious that he had not washed his hair in the morning, and there were two lines of snot hanging under his nostrils. Inhale vigorously through the nose from time to time.I think he is about eighteen or nineteen years old, which is logically the age to go to school, but he said that he has long since quit school and is working here.

Everyone expressed their opinions, but I didn't make a sound.I think it's unwise for a group of strangers to get together to chat about politically sensitive topics, let alone "street stall literature" without any basis.

It can be seen from their words and slightly dull eyes that they love this city very much and want to take root and live here, but their expressions and words reveal a little helplessness towards their own abilities and the cruelty of reality.It's like loving a goddess deeply, but the goddess doesn't even know that there is a person like him in this world.

The car gradually arrived at the intersection where we were going to be on duty, and we also started to get off one after another. A tall man and I got off at the second intersection where he was on duty.I glanced at the time. It was 36:[-] in the morning. Since it was the weekend, there were fewer vehicles and pedestrians in the morning rush hour than before, and the traffic police on duty hadn't arrived yet.

The two of us stood alone on the side of the intersection. This was the first time I worked in a police uniform, and it was also the first time I was a "policeman".Although it was only temporary, I still felt an inexplicable joy in my heart. After all, this is the image of a public official on duty, and it can still add luster to myself!
Just as I was wandering at the intersection, two electric cars collided with each other, and one of them fell to the ground. The driver was an old man in his early 60s.His car was overturned at the intersection, and people were also lying there.I quickly ran over and pulled him up with a few pedestrians. Fortunately, he was not injured. The winter clothes were thick and the person was wrapped relatively tightly, so there were no scratches on the outside of the skin.

He patted the dust off his body, and said a few words to himself in dialect, and I could tell that he was "spitting fragrance out of his mouth".The person who collided with him parked the battery car and also came here. It was a girl about 24 or [-] years old.She has eyes and has a dark complexion. She is wearing a dark coat with the zipper halfway open, revealing the formal shirt underneath.The work badge on the shirt was printed with her name and the job title of a certain real estate sales manager.

"It's still a yellow light! Why can't it pass?" The girl also helped the uncle dust off his body, and said with a little complaint.

"Why are the lights not on? You are so fast! It's only 2 minutes away!..." The old man was in a hurry. He spoke very fast, and he spoke all in dialect. I only heard these few words clearly.

The little girl didn't say anything more, she lowered her head guiltily. She obviously realized that she was riding too fast and in a hurry, and wanted to speed up to pass the intersection at the "tail" of the yellow light, so she ran into a car that was about to stop and wait. Vehicles at the next set of lights.

The uncle was still very angry and kept talking.

"How can anyone ride a bicycle like this? Tell me yourself, right? It happens that the police are here too!" After speaking, he pointed to me who was standing aside.

I was ashamed for a while, I was just a temporary part-timer, and even the road rules were only at the level of basic common sense, it was the first time I put on a police uniform, and it was also the first time I was called a policeman, but I still felt a little embarrassed well deserved.The paradox is that you can't tell passers-by that you are only a part-time worker, which will affect the credibility of the position, so you have to bear this title.

He continued to ask: "Is anyone from the traffic police brigade here?"

I replied no, and he immediately asked me to call the traffic police brigade to deal with it.I could tell it was just his angry words.And from another point of view, how can I have the ability to call for him?I'm just an ordinary part-timer. I don't even know a traffic policeman. I just happened to work part-time in this industry.

I kept calming him down, and after a moment of stalemate, the girl asked, "Are you alright?"

The old man replied: "It's only at this time that you ask if there is anything wrong! Why didn't you ask when you first came here? Why are you talking about whether the light is yellow or not!"

In fact, the old man was just angry that the girl didn't ask about the situation first, but chose to shirk responsibility first, and didn't mean to make things difficult on purpose.This kind of thing is actually easier to deal with, because the key point has been found.

I said to the old man: "Calm down, the most important thing is that people are fine, and the little girl didn't do it on purpose. In this way, the little girl apologizes to the old man. Let's pay attention next time and obey the traffic rules, okay? "

The little girl bowed to the old man and said sorry, and the old man stopped scolding, but only muttered words occasionally.The two of them went in the direction they were going under a new set of signal lights.In this way, the turmoil in the morning was resolved without any risk.I'm proud of my own "cases" as a "cop" for the first time.

Around nine o'clock, a traffic policeman came here on a motorcycle, and with him were three other support staff.Those three people, like us, are only temporary and belong to another labor service company.The difference is that they have been working for a while, and they are not daily workers, but long-term workers. They can work until the city is selected as a civilized city. They belong to another labor service company, and the working hours are from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm point, monthly salary, the amount is not clear.

The traffic police gathered us together and explained the general content of the work. The flags in their hands should be moved to remind pedestrians to walk on the sidewalk. line and so on.Because we do not have the power to enforce the law, we mostly focus on auxiliary work. In case of emergency, we can blow the whistle or ask the traffic police for help.As for the rest time, you can do the job rotation by yourself. The traffic policeman who came to be on duty is very nice, and his speech is also very polite.He looks 34 and five years old, and it can be seen from his speech and behavior that he is a person who has received higher education.

After the intersections are allocated, we will do our own work at the intersections where we are.I and the uncle who got off at this intersection in the morning took turns, and the other three people took turns with each other.

My uncle and I were more gentle in our reminders during the duty process, and generally advised each other with nice words.But the other three were different when they were on duty. They blew the whistle very loudly and frequently, with a little anger, and they executed it very rudely.They will come forward to yell at electric vehicles that cross the line when waiting for a red light or pedestrians who do not walk on the sidewalk, instead of a friendly reminder. No matter men, women, old or young, they will treat them equally, as if they are the traffic police.

You say they work hard?But it seems a little too serious.You say they abused their power?However, he was also acting in accordance with the rules and did not do anything beyond the scope of his authority.

I think it may be because they have been doing this kind of work for a long time, and they tend to understand the content of the work proficiently after a long time.At the same time, patience wears off.

During my rotation break, I came to a public restroom in a nearby community to sort out the bloated clothes. I happened to meet an old man with gray hair coming out of it. When he saw me, he quickly exclaimed, and then told me I saluted a military salute.This sudden scene made me feel a little funny but more moved.Although I'm not a real policeman, I didn't want to spoil the old man's interest, and out of the most basic politeness, I saluted him back.

There are many people who do not obey the traffic rules. People always seem to think that these small actions are not enough to cause large-scale accidents, but they don't know that accidents are often only in a moment, and daily prevention is the best way to avoid accidents.

The traffic policeman is very busy. He not only has to remind pedestrians and electric vehicles all the time, but also has to clear and manage large and small motor vehicles.It is often encountered that people riding electric bicycles do not listen to persuasion, and when they ride away, they turn around and raise their middle fingers to provoke.

There was an elderly couple, the old man drove his wife through our intersection on a battery car.While waiting for the traffic lights, they alertly found that there were traffic police and so many support staff at the intersection station, so the aunt got out of the car immediately, because battery cars are not allowed to carry people.They muttered a few words in a low voice. Although they couldn't hear what they said, it was not difficult to see from the shape of their mouths that they were complaining about how they met the traffic police on duty.I noticed that the aunt's eyes were very treacherous and sharp, and I could tell from her face that she was a tricky and not easy to mess with.She was wearing an old red flower cotton coat and dark bloated cotton trousers, so she probably wasn't from the city.

They stopped in the waiting area of ​​the left-turn signal light. The green light just turned on, and the aunt immediately waved to the uncle to start.One of them rode slowly on the car, and the other walked beside the car.While walking, the aunt glanced at all the officers on duty and the traffic police.

I was about to blow the whistle to remind my aunt not to walk through the left-turn signal, but before I could blow the whistle, they were caught by the traffic police!The traffic policeman blew his whistle to remind her not to walk like this, and risked his own safety to walk through the traffic to her side and escort her to the side of the road.As we walk, we will popularize the knowledge of traffic lights.But the aunt not only refused to listen to the persuasion, but even scolded the traffic police for delaying her from crossing the road!The loudness of the voice far overwhelmed the sound of the continuous flow of traffic!The usually good-tempered traffic policeman was annoyed by her, and immediately began to persuasion and criticism for a long time.Finally, the traffic police asked the old man to go back to the original intersection and cross the road again according to the correct signal light rules before zooming in on his mother to leave.And when the aunt left, she still had a vicious expression full of dissatisfaction.

After the two of them walked a certain distance, from a distance, I saw that the aunt sneaked into the uncle's electric car again while no one was paying attention, still carrying people in violation of the regulations, and went away on her own.

One morning seems to be short, but when working at the intersection, I feel that the time passes very slowly. The weather is either very cold or very sunny. The basic function of duty is to stand at the intersection, and the movement can only be limited to a small area, which is really boring.The real traffic police are very hard. They have to stick to one intersection for a whole day, and it does not matter whether it is winter or summer, day after day.

When it was time to get off work, the labor service company’s car picked up people at intersections intersection by intersection as agreed before, but the intersection I was at was relatively in front, so it was relatively late when I was picked up, it was already [-]:[-] in the afternoon separated.

When the car returned to the labor service company, the part-time workers got out of the crowded car one after another and returned their clothes to the labor service company.The uncle who kept the clothes is still there.Where he was and how he spent these hours, I don't know.

"Stack them all properly, don't throw them around!" He seemed to be the commanding officer who could wait here for this moment, but the effect he got was that no one paid attention to him.

After returning the clothes, you can leave on your own, and the salary will be paid in the form of WeChat red envelopes at a certain point in the afternoon.Until I left, the copy of the ID card was not used.I have reason to suspect that this is just a bad trick that the labor service company came up with to earn copy money from each part-timer.

The salary was paid at 80 o'clock in the afternoon, the same amount as agreed before, [-] yuan.I still rested the next day, and with the addition of my addiction to being a "policeman" today, I decided to continue to do this part-time job the next day.

(End of this chapter)