Almost as soon as he and the landlady reached an agreement, Song Wenbin was immediately assigned to work. These tasks did not require any brainpower or any professional knowledge. He only needed to help the guests clear the plates, sweep the floor, and wash the dishes. Song Wenbin didn't mind these things. After all, he didn't go to college, and he didn't think about being high-status while sitting in an office.
However, his mind didn't mind, but his fingers did. His finger, which was injured in China and required stitches, did not recover after coming to South Korea. If you are carrying dishes and serving food, this is fine, but if water gets in while washing the dishes, you will inevitably experience bursts of pain.
Helplessly, Song Wenbin could only wash the dishes with one hand, trying to avoid the wound touching the water.
But this efficiency is not high enough.
There are still many customers in this restaurant. At noon, hundreds of customers come and go in an endless stream. Song Wenbin and the restaurant proprietress were so busy that they didn't even notice that there was a cameraman filming nearby.
Seal's cameramen are also top-notch in their ability to take secret photos. One of them pretended to be a store visitor, took a selfie stick to the back kitchen to take photos of Song Wenbin, and then secretly filmed Song Wenbin. The other got a trolley from somewhere and sat in the car carrying it. The camera secretly filmed.
Finally, the busy noon passed, and at two or three o'clock in the afternoon, there were finally not many customers. At this time, the proprietress had time to fry some noodles, and sat in the shop with Song Wenbin to eat.
"What's wrong with your finger?" the landlady asked with concern.
"It's okay." Song Wenbin said.
Although the noodles stir-fried by the proprietress were pitch black and rich in sauce, Song Wenbin was so hungry that he couldn't care about the taste and ate with big mouthfuls.
The landlady was quite satisfied with Song Wenbin's performance throughout the morning. This young man worked very quickly, without unnecessary nonsense, and just did what he was told, which saved her a lot of trouble.
"There's still more in the pot, there's not enough for more."
The landlady said: "The taste of cooking here must be according to their taste."
"Well."
Song Wenbin took a deep breath and asked, "Are you the only one running this store?"
Judging from the customer flow at noon, the store was indeed very busy. Even if he was here, he couldn't take care of it. He didn't know how the proprietress could get here alone.
"There used to be a handyman who was fired."
The landlady said.
"What's wrong?" Song Wenbin asked.
He didn't know if there were any taboos about this landlady he had never met before. If so, he would have to pay attention to it so that he could get through this month.
But the landlady did not answer this question, but said vaguely: "Maybe I'm too tired..."
She looked at Song Wenbin with some hesitation. Song Wenbin didn't know why she hesitated, so he put down his kuaizi and looked at her, "What's wrong?"
"I...have a husband...who is the owner of this store..."
The landlady said hesitantly: "He... has a bad temper... If you want to work here..."
"Eh...?"
Song Wenbin was stunned.
He was about to ask his boss what was wrong with his temper.
At this time, a truck drove over at the door.
A Mediterranean got out of the truck with a cigarette in his mouth.
As soon as I got out of the car, I cursed, "Siba... Mu Ben bitch is a jucha..."
Song Wenbin looked back and saw that it was the photographer's car that blocked the truck. Seoul is a small place and only one car can pass on the streets here.
The Mediterranean man honked the horn twice in succession, and the photographer's car drove away slowly. There was only one photographer left, standing opposite the store, taking secret photos with a small camera.
The Mediterranean man was about to continue scolding, but when he turned around and saw Song Wenbin and the landlady sitting at home, he immediately frowned and strode to Song Wenbin's side, his eyes flicking between him and the landlady.
Then he asked something loudly in Korean.
The landlady quickly stood up and said, "Xiao Song, this is the boss, Li Dazhong, my husband." After that, she said to Mediterranean: "This is Xiao Song, the new waiter in the store."
When Song Wenbin heard that the boss was coming, he quickly stood up and wanted to shake hands with him.
But the boss Li Dazhong had no intention of shaking his hand. Instead, he shouted at the wife of the boss. The wife of the boss was very helpless and said: "Xiao Song is Chinese and can't understand Korean, so I speak Chinese to you." !”
The boss was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Wenbin with a frown, "Chinese?"
"Yes." Song Wenbin said. The boss's Chinese was very normal, not like Koreans' poor Chinese. Song Wenbin guessed that he might also be a Chinese.
"Come to Korea to work? You don't even learn Korean?"
The boss stared at him arrogantly, smoking a cigarette.
"Not yet, not yet."
Song Wenbin said with a smile.
"Hmph, go and unload those goods from the car."
He immediately began to direct the work.
Song Wenbin had no complaints. No matter how hard it was, it was only for this month. After all, his goal was the 300,000 yuan. He put down the plate, came to the truck, and helped the boss start unloading the goods. The goods are mostly cabbage and noodles, as well as ham sausages and sauces.
He was moving goods, and the boss Li Dazhong kept complaining to the landlady in Korean. Song Wenbin didn't understand Korean and didn't know what they were talking about, so he was just busy doing his own work.
...
...
On the other side, after understanding the prices.
Huo Yu and Su Tina dragged their boxes and started looking for a house in Seoul.
Due to lack of funds and the extremely high prices in South Korea, they cannot live a life of staying in hotels every day, which will cause their 10,000 yuan to be quickly consumed.
However, after coming to the rental agency, Sutina was once again surprised and speechless by the rent in Seoul. At this moment, she was holding the flyer given by the Chinese agency, her eyes widened.
"Two bedrooms and one living room...65w!" Sutina said loudly while looking at the price.
"Yes, it's equivalent to RMB 3,350. It's very suitable for the two of you to live in, but it's a little narrow." The agency girl said with a smile.
"Isn't it a little small..."
Huo Yudu said.
"Then you can also look at this one, with two bedrooms and one living room and bathroom, 70 square meters, 89w a month. Equivalent to RMB 4,732."
The agency girl pointed to another apartment model and said.
"4732 a month..."
Sutina murmured: "It's so expensive..."
"This is already very cheap."
The agency girl said: "If you two are renting together, I suggest you check out this model. It has two bedrooms and two living rooms with a kitchen and bathroom. It is very convenient for cooking. It is also close to Exit 1 of Anguo Station on Line 3 of the subway. It is very convenient. It requires 1.1 million yuan, which is equivalent to RMB 5,671 per month.”
“5671 yuan a month!
"
Sutina and Oil Painting covered their heads as if they were shouting, and shouted like thunder: "What are the conditions? Bjs are not so expensive!"
"
Huo Yu was very calm. She was not worried about finding a job and said, "Let's just choose this one. I think the decoration is pretty good and the pictures are not fake."
"This is it!
"
Sutina grabbed Huo Yu's arm and whispered in her ear: "We...can we really find a job??"
If they can't find a job, with the high rent of 5,000 a month, they will not be able to check at the end of the month.
Huo Yu patted her hand to reassure her.
The agency girl was very happy to see the business. She picked up the key and said: "Then I will take you to see the house. If you are satisfied, we will sign a contract. By the way, the minimum rent here is half a year, you know. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yu's expression suddenly changed.
"What!? Rent starting from half a year!?"
"yes."
The agent looked at them confused, "How long do you want to rent?"
"Can I rent it for one...month...?"
Huo Yu asked.
The agent was silent for a moment and then smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, miss, we don't have a one-month rental here. If you want to rent for one month, I suggest you stay in a hotel."
"Is it true that you don't have a one-month rental?"
Huo Yu insisted.
"No, the shortest housing period since I started working here is three months. One month... is really too short." The agent said awkwardly: "And even if you want to rent for one month, you still need to pay three The monthly security deposit, if calculated based on the rent, is a security deposit of 3.3 million."
This time, even Huo Yu opened his mouth and could not close it for a long time.
3.3 million guaranteed deposit.
The two of them only have 3.6 million in total. If they rent the house, they will have nothing to do and nothing to eat.
"Huo Yu...what should I do...?"
Sutina asked softly.
Although there are people everywhere, even though there are traces of civilization everywhere.
But Sutina feels that this place is more terrifying than the Caribbean and more terrifying than Nigeria. That kind of terror is called - no money.
