"Chen Fan, the balance in your bank card is less than 500 yuan." The cold light of the text message on the mobile phone reflected the young man's pale face. He squatted at the entrance of the village in the city, using disposable chopsticks to scoop up the last half of the bowl of instant noodles. The heat of the hot and sour soup blurred the lenses, but it could not cover the large red letters "Landlord calls for rent" on the wall of the rental house.
"Ding——" The rusty iron door was kicked open, and the middle-aged man in a mink coat pinched his nose and stepped back half a step: "If you don't pay the rent by the end of the month, I will throw you out with your computer to feed the wild dogs!" Chen Fan slowly drank the last sip of soup, and wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips: "Brother Liu, there will be a big business income tomorrow." He shook the recruitment information he had just received on his phone. ——"Recruiting a son-in-law, with a monthly salary of 30,000 yuan, including food and accommodation."
"Can dignity be exchanged for money? Can you let me finish writing half of this street novel?" The knuckles that clenched the phone turned white. He recalled the cold tone of the attending doctor who said "pay a deposit of 100,000 yuan first" when his mother was lying in the hospital. At this moment, the bold words "Liu Group's Daughter Wants a Son-in-law" on the screen were particularly dazzling. The resume send button hesitated on the fingertips for three seconds, and finally turned into a "send successfully" prompt.
