I stared at the dirty jar that was broken into three pieces in front of me, and my palms were all sweaty.
Ten minutes ago, I was standing under the overpass, chewing on the leftover steamed buns from yesterday, and wondering how to make up for this month's rent. The mobile banking balance shows: 187.6 Yuan. There are still four days until the rent payment date, and the WeChat profile picture of the landlord, Sister Wang, has already lit up three times in the address book.
"Lu Beichen, will you hand it over or not? If not, I will change the locks tomorrow!"
I didn't reply.
It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that I really don't have the money to go back.
Three months ago, I was working as an appraisal assistant at an auction house in Pengcheng that was known as one of the "top three in the industry." My monthly salary plus extra money could make me tens of thousands of yuan. Although I can't afford a house or a car, I can at least afford braised chicken. As a result, last month, I offended the second-generation rich man who came to auction it because he said, "The base of that blue and white porcelain vase is wrong." The next day, HR came to talk to me and said that my "professional level needs to be improved" and "it is recommended that I change my development environment." I thought to myself, if you change the environment, isn't it that your grandson is your vice president's cousin? But I didn't say anything because I still had to get half a month's salary.
Then I lost my job.
