The Beauty's Job is Daily Disposable Type
About This Novel
Every day when I get up, I don't know what kind of work I will do today. Yesterday I tasted red wine at the Cloud Restaurant, and today I screwed screws on the assembly line of an electronics factory. It's all due to this rogue system - your daily salary determines your destiny. If you make more money, you'll be a good person tomorrow; if you make less money, you may have to dig out excrement the day after tomorrow. What's even more outrageous is that every co-worker has an automatic memory of "she was always here." In 24 hours, I will be a stranger to them again. Until I met that ridiculously handsome factory worker at the construction site. While teaching me how to identify the steel bar model, he whispered: "When you were shaving Corgi yesterday, your left ear kept shaking." My whole body was cold. But he handed over a note: "Want to win this game? See you on the rooftop at ten o'clock tonight." It turns out that I am not the only "temporary worker" in this city. And my opponent has already reached the top of the wealth list by stealing other people's identities. Now he is interested in my system and my life. "From factory girl to richest man?" He wiped the scalpel and chuckled, "This path requires someone else's career path." I reached for the delivery rider helmet in my pocket. I remembered the business card that the CEO client secretly slipped in yesterday, and the phrase "the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish." In this game, it's time to change the dealer.
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