Millennium 2000, the earth enters the age of gods and demons

Chapter 11 Goal Conversion
Zhang Xiaoyu stood in the dark room.

Somehow, he felt that something different was happening in his body.

He didn't know what the situation was, and he didn't know whether the situation was good or bad.

For Zhang Xiaoyu at this time, he didn't care about any changes in himself.

He just quietly felt the hatred in his heart transformed from love.

hatred!
"Hate someone, that's how it feels!"

Zhang Xiaoyu realized it and let it go.

He imagined the figure and appearance of that person in his mind, and he began to become no longer the same as before.

At the beginning, he thought that even if the two could not be together, he sincerely hoped that the other party would live a better and happier life than himself.

But not now.

He just wants to live a better life for himself, to prove that even without her, he can still live well.

And don't spend any more time on people you don't like.

Because, it's not worth it.

From love to hate, so bored.

In the end, because I hated it, I really let it go.

If I love someone to the extreme, that is my whole world.

If you hate someone to the extreme, it has nothing to do with me.

Deep in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind.

The strange aura that had already turned into a human form looked at all this in astonishment.

"Did I 'hate' fail again?"

"Why is this happening! I 'hate' Undefeated!"

"Why can a person who can't even resist pollution and ants can annihilate my 'hate'!"

"Is my path really wrong? What do I need to reach the 'Old Days'!"

The figure turned into this strange breath swayed at a high speed, as if it was crazy.

He muttered in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind.

Everyone who knew Zhang Xiaoyu felt that his whole being had changed.

His temperament is no longer as melancholy as before, and his whole person is full of energy.

As long as the technical department has something to do, it will actively deal with it first.

Zhang Xiaoyu's efforts to enter the skills department finally paid off.

Today he was told by Sister Ping that his technical position had been approved.

He will be able to take off the blue work clothes of ordinary employees and put on the black work clothes unique to the technical department.

The salary will also be adjusted upwards according to the corresponding level.

When Zhang Xiaoyu knew that he could break away from the bottom-level ordinary employee industry.

He thought he would be excited, jumping and excited, but the real him wasn't like that.

He suddenly understood.

Since Lao Gan's mother recommended him to the skills department that day, he is no longer a member of the ordinary employees.

He is now accustomed to his position, and the promotion is just a belated benefit for him.

However, Zhang Xiaoyu thanked Sister Ping first, and then went to the No. [-] workshop to chat with Lao Gan's mother to express her gratitude.

He also went to look for the wretched uncle, but it turned out that the uncle had left Wei's some time ago.

Originally, he still had a lot of questions and wanted to ask his uncle, but he couldn't find anyone, and he couldn't do anything.

His intuition told him that the wretched uncle must not be an ordinary person, and must be someone with a story.

Zhang Xiaoyu remembered what his uncle had said to him, and the answer that he still finds inexplicable.

He always felt that there was some secret hidden in those three words.

Back in the room where the technical department was located, just as he was sitting in his seat, the voices of his colleagues talking came from his ears.

"Have you heard that an employee of the quality center was caught by the security guard at the gate."

The people who were working in the room were immediately attracted.

Those who were closer to the speaker gathered together, and those who were a little further away also pricked up their ears.

"What's the matter?"

someone asked.

"I heard that the employee stole Wei's things, but was discovered by the security guard.

"Wow, that man is so courageous!"

"Hey, it's all about money. People make money and birds die for food. Many people can really do a lot of risky things for money."

"Isn't that normal? Money is not everything!"

"However, if you don't have money, you can't do it!"

Anyway, it's none of your business, everyone, talk to each other, gather around and discuss and joke with each other.

Zhang Xiaoyu was also thinking when he heard this.

After I get off work every day, I go back to the dormitory and lie on the bed with nothing to do. Should I go out and find other things to do? Anyway, being idle is idle.

At the same time, he also wanted to make more money.

After all, without money, there is no sense of security, and without money, there is no confidence.

If you don't have money, you don't dare to pursue the person you like.

This caused a flash of back in his mind, and then it disappeared in a flash, and there were no more waves.

"However, there must be a goal in doing things. Without a goal, there is no sense of urgency and no direction."

Zhang Xiaoyu picked up the pen and paper, lowered his head and began to write on the table.

"Let me set a goal for myself, well, I must earn five thousand this month."

"Five thousand a month, then you will earn 160 yuan a day."

"I work eighteen hours a day and take six hours to rest."

"Then I have to earn at least eight yuan per hour for these eighteen hours, so every minute is..."

Zhang Xiaoyu set a goal for himself.

As big as the overall goal for one month, as small as the small goal that needs to be achieved every minute.

He decided not to waste even 1 minute, because wasting 1 minute lost a fraction of his money.

In this way, time was converted into money by Zhang Xiaoyu.

Although this amount of money is not worth mentioning in the eyes of some people.

But for Zhang Xiaoyu at this time, it was a goal that he could not achieve after several years of hard work in Weishifang.

He knew Sister Ping's salary. Sister Ping was the manager of the skills department. She was dressed in white and managed a dozen people. Her responsibilities covered the entire Wei family, and it was only less than [-] a month.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaoyu knew that no matter how hard he worked in Wei's, he would never think about earning 5000 yuan a month in the next few years.

Just do it.

After get off work, Zhang Xiaoyu did not go back to the dormitory after having dinner in the cafeteria, but walked to the gate of Wei's and stepped out.

What Zhang Xiaoyu didn't know was when he converted time into money.

In the depths of his mind, a ray of light flickered.

(End of this chapter)