"Um, Mr. Wumingke, is it still too late to become a mercenary?\\\"
"Oh, my dear Ms. Mo Wuyou, there is no career with better employment prospects than mercenaries in this year. Of course, if you feel that retirement is too early, you can also become a dentist.\\\"
"Then let's still be mercenaries. Let's take a look at the contract.\\\"
While she was reviewing the contract, she was attracted by a public research program. An eighty-year-old man was being interviewed. The interview question was what was the difference between the future that he imagined when he was young and the present. Facing the host's question, the old man closed his eyes and sighed slightly. It would be better to die sixty years ago.
Many people in the messy small bar were amused by the old man's words, and Mo Wuyou was also lost in the noisy sounds and the smell of tobacco and alcohol.
It wasn't until the contract came to an end that she came to her senses after being reminded by the other party. After accepting her first commission, the gears of her destiny also quietly turned.
Purpose: Too much belongs to death, the future belongs to oneself
