Thinking of coming home and admitting defeat to the old man and watching his face, his heart was filled with reluctance.
If he were to go back and admit defeat this time, the old man would definitely ridicule him for a lifetime. Whenever he would take money, the old man would laugh at him each time.
He had his pride too. Thinking of this, Yuan Junkai turned back and said, "I'm not afraid of you laughing at me now, I need a job, and preferably, the wages could be paid daily."
If the wages weren't paid daily, he, with only two dollars left in his pocket, wondered how he would survive the days ahead.
"I haven't opened yet, so it's definitely impossible to pay wages daily." Xiaofeng certainly couldn't agree, "You can first try looking elsewhere, like at restaurant halls and liquor stores; they definitely hire temporary workers, and usually, the wages are paid daily."
"Really?" Yuan Junkai's eyes lit up; as long as the wages could be paid daily, he wouldn't starve on the streets.
