I am Master Maoshan

Chapter 1 Meeting the Spiritual Old Man
"The air outside is so fresh. This bitch has been lying in the hospital bed for the past few months, guarding such a hut every day, but it's so suffocating that she's almost lying down like a disabled person."

Liu Jun dragged an injured leg that hadn't fully recovered, walked to the door of the hospital, took a deep breath of fresh air, and the pungent smell of disinfectant was no longer there.

After being injured for a hundred days, he can't live forever, and he should be discharged from the hospital. The main reason is that his wallet doesn't allow him to live anymore.

He didn't have anyone to pick him up, and even the discharge procedures were run by the little nurse. For various reasons, he didn't have any family members. The inpatient department couldn't drive the car Liu Jun called himself, so he had to wait at the door. wait.This is a small problem, at most it is difficult to walk, but it is not impossible to walk, so don't panic at all.

Liu Jun walked slowly to the door of the outpatient clinic, looked back at all kinds of people in the hall, and couldn't help saying with emotion: There are so many people, as if seeing a doctor doesn't cost money.

I'm really afraid that no business will go bankrupt, but the hospital will not.

"Young man, what's the matter with your leg?" The master was driving the car, seeing Liu Jun's inconvenience when getting in the car, he took the time to ask.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a broken bone, and it's just some small bumps." Liu Jun bared his teeth and smiled, not taking his injury seriously at all.

"Yes, in life, nine times out of ten you will be unhappy, and a little setback is nothing," the master encouraged.

After chatting for a few words like this, he quickly sent Liu Jun to the community. In order to save Liu Jun from walking, the driver kindly drove directly downstairs.

After thanking the master, Liu Jun got off the car and went back to the place where he lived. He hasn't been back for several months, but the house is still quite clean.Throwing the formalities on the table and laying down on the bed, Liu Jun didn't want to move anymore.

The familiar smell was finally not the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. Liu Jun slept for a while, ate some food, played with his mobile phone for a while when he was bored, then fell asleep again, and slept until dawn.

The next day, Liu Jun was sitting on the sofa and Ge You was paralyzed in thought: There was still [-] in his pocket, and the annual fee of the bank card was basically left in the card. With this economic condition, if there is no source of income, it is impossible to starve to death on the street , but it is still possible to starve to death at home.Looking back on the news, a man in a certain community starved to death at home because he had no money to eat. It is too embarrassing to think about it.No, I have to go out and look around to see if there is any money-making work. I can do it in this situation.

Liu Jun came to the talent market, walked around, and found that this was not good.Either you have to do a lot of exercise, which is not enough in itself.Either you have to sit and use your brain. Although the conditions are up to the standard, but the diploma is not up to the standard, and he needs a bachelor’s degree or above, he doesn’t even have a passing grade. It’s so sad.

Finally, Liu Jun saw a job he was barely qualified for: high-end residential property, security guards, technical secondary school or above, no tattoos, strong on-the-spot adaptability, easy work, sitting work, salary 3000-5000.

Ugh?Isn't this just for him? He has a strong on-the-spot adaptability, so he has to be flexible. He can do it, and he doesn't need to move around for this job. Very good, Liu Jun feels that he will have a job.

"Hello, are you recruiting? Are there any restrictions? What do you think of me?" Liu Jun walked up to the recruiting girl and asked.

"We are recruiting, but your image doesn't meet our requirements." The recruited girl looked Liu Jun up and down, and said squintingly.

"En, good." Liu Jun was stunned for a while, and didn't say anything else, it was obvious that he had already refused.

Liu Jun had already lost interest in continuing shopping, a little disheartened, and slowly walked out of the talent market and walked to the street outside.It happened to be noon, and I bought two buns and a bottle of water at the nearby bun shop, sat down on the bench outside, and started to enjoy my lunch.While eating buns, an old man sat next to him.The old man looked a bit wicked, he didn't seem like a good person, but he was still wearing a Hanfu that looked very high-end.

"Young man, how about eating steamed buns?" the old man asked.

Liu Jun looked at the old man, then at the buns, and decisively took a bite of each bun.With his mouth full, he muttered and replied: "Yeah, you want to eat too? There is a steamed stuffed bun shop in the back, and I bought it from his house." While talking, Liu Jun shrunk the steamed stuffed bun in his arms. Shrunk, and moved a little further away from the old man.

"Don't panic, old man, I'm not interested in your steamed buns yet, you don't have to hide them so tightly," the old man said with his mouth twitching twice.

"Old man, look at what you said, am I short of two buns? Even if you fancy my buns, I will definitely give them to you," Liu Jun said calmly.As if he wasn't the one who just took a bite out of each bun.

"Hammer, this little bastard is quite serious with his shameless appearance. If he hadn't stuffed a bun into it, the old man would have believed it," the old man thought to himself.

"Young man, I see that you just came out of the talent market, and you are not in a good mood. Did you not find a job?" For the sake of mentoring, the old man endured it, and the old man loosened his clenched fists again.

"I didn't find it, it didn't go my way," Liu Jun said casually.

"The old man has a job here. The salary is not low, and the job is easy. He is usually not busy, and the occasional visitor can be busy for a while. Do you see if you are interested?" The old man said.

"What are you doing? Let me tell you, I'm poor until I'm poor, and I'm selling my art but not my body." Liu Jun moved to the side while talking, a little further away from the old man, and a bunch of unsightly and abnormal transactions floated in his mind content.

What the hell is this little brat thinking?Patriarch, what should I do if the old man is struck by a thunderbolt?Do you want to stop looking for an apprentice, and let a thunderbolt strike you first?Is there a mistake in inheriting the turtle shell and the astrolabe? If it wasn't this kid, how could the successor of the old man's line be this guy?
The old man was very entangled in his heart, and was doing a series of struggles.

"Don't worry, what are you thinking about, young man? That's all illegal. Besides, you see that the old man is so upright, how could he let you do that." The old man said holding back his anger.

"That's not necessarily the case, bad guys don't write bad words on their faces." Liu Jun looked at the old man's wretched appearance and said.

"The monthly salary is [-], there is no off-duty, you can ask for leave if you have something to do, the work is simple, and it is guaranteed not to violate the law!!!" The old man decided not to care about Liu Jun, and said directly.

"Six thousand a month? Are you sure?" Liu Jun said in disbelief.

"Sure," the old man said impatiently.

"Old man, don't misunderstand me just now, I don't doubt you, after all we are not ugly, we should be a little vigilant.

"Then what, boss, when do I go to work? Where do we work? What am I mainly responsible for?" Liu Jun said in a low voice.

After all, the monthly salary is [-], and the average salary in his small town is only [-], which is higher than that of white-collar workers. As long as it is not illegal, everything else is easy to talk about. For a high salary, it is normal to have a better attitude, respect the old and love the young.As for what not to be convinced by money, well, that is not the time to be poor.

"Do I need to give you time to prepare? If not, come to me at 89 Zhiyang Road tomorrow at [-] o'clock. My job is to receive a client, occasionally do manual work, charge a car, and be responsible for the communication between the two places. And so on." said the amiable old man with delicate features.That's right, it's the boss, and the image instantly becomes taller.

"Okay, boss. I have nothing to clean up. I'll go home first. I'll be there on time tomorrow. Don't worry, I promise I won't be late." After Liu Jun finished speaking, he turned and left, thinking to himself as he walked; Thousands, two hundred a day, I wish I could go to work today.

(End of this chapter)