In July in Jiangcheng, the sky is like a big hole, and it is so hot and humid that people can't breathe.
In the utility room in the backyard of Jubao Pavilion, the air was filled with a pungent smell of musty and mothballs. Lin Feng was hunched over, holding a rag in his hand, carefully wiping the dust on Duobao Pavilion. He was wearing an old T-shirt that had been washed white, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell down his cheeks. He fell to pieces on the green brick floor.
"Damn it, it's so hot this day that it can cook people." Lin Feng muttered in a low voice, raised his arm and wiped the sweat randomly.
As the lowest apprentice in the Jubao Pavilion, he does the dirtiest and most tiring work. With a dead salary of two thousand yuan a month, apart from paying the rent for the basement room in the village in the city, the rest of the money was not enough to even afford a good meal of meat. But he didn't dare to resign. He still had a sick sister in his hometown who was waiting for medical help.
At this moment, there was an extremely subtle noise in the front hall.
Lin Feng subconsciously stuck out half of his head and looked out through the crack in the door. This glance almost scared him out of his mind.
