Ye Xiao had no idea how much time had passed before he felt the car come to a stop and slowly opened his eyes.

"We're here, this is Qiuming Labor Market," the taxi driver said with a chuckle to Ye Xiao.

Ye Xiao looked up and sure enough, saw the big characters 'Qiuming Labor Market.'

"How much?" Ye Xiao asked.

The taxi driver pretentiously looked at the meter and said, "Eighty-six yuan!"

"What? Why so much?" Ye Xiao immediately looked astonished.

"Why would it be a lot? Where are you from?" the taxi driver asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ye Xiao replied, "From Minghai City."

"Ha ha, Minghai City, you're killing me. That little town dares to be mentioned in the same breath as my great Bird City? Let me tell you, the taxi fares are quite expensive here; you must know, Bird City is a major metropolis." The driver was clearly very proud of being from Bird City.

Listening to the man's words, Ye Xiao scratched his head and chuckled, saying to the driver, "I see, a big city is a big city after all. I might drive a taxi here too, if I get the chance."

The driver said nothing upon hearing Ye Xiao's words, but his eyes were watching Ye Xiao fish for money inside his clothes.

However, when Ye Xiao's hand emerged from his clothes again, the driver was taken aback. It was not that Ye Xiao had pulled out anything frightening, but a stack of fresh red bills that, at a glance, looked to be at least eight or nine thousand yuan.

When Ye Xiao left Minghai City that day, Ling Shuya gave him ten thousand yuan, saying it was his salary. Ye Xiao had asked at the time, wasn't it fifty thousand? What about the bonus?

Ling Shuya just pursed her lips and said softly: "We'll talk about it when you return. If you don't come back, forget it."

Although Ling Shuya's voice was not loud, Ye Xiao had heard her clearly and chose not to say anything further, understanding the girl's intentions perfectly.

At this moment, the driver was stunned. How could this guy, who was going out to find work, have so much money? Just now, he had thought he had taken this guy for a ride and skimmed off over eighty yuan. He was already feeling good about it, but now, he realized the guy was far juicier than he had imagined, so the cogs in the driver's mind started whirring.

"Here," Ye Xiao handed the driver a hundred yuan bill!

The driver did not take the money but cheerfully said to Ye Xiao, "Young man, it's tough being out here working on your own. I've been there myself. You and I must have fate, connecting today. The jobs at Qiuming Labor Market aren't that high-level. Actually, I know of another labor market where the jobs are much fattier than here, and the salary is higher too, it's around ten to twenty thousand a month."

The driver was completely making things up at this point. Although Bird City was a big city, the idea of finding a job that paid ten to twenty thousand yuan just like that was nothing short of daydreaming.

Yet, at that moment, Ye Xiao believed him, looking at the driver with anticipation and saying, "Is there really such a good place? Uncle, you look like a kind man. I'm from the countryside, and I met a kind person like you as soon as I arrived. Please, take me there quickly."

"But, this taxi fare," said the driver with a sly smile.

Ye Xiao immediately responded, "Uncle, what's this little fare to me? I'll soon be earning a salary of ten to twenty thousand a month. Uncle, you're a real good Samaritan!"

"It's nothing; people from Bird City are all like this," the driver replied, with no hint of modesty.

However, just as the driver was about to drive to the labor market that was the furthest away from here, Ye Xiao furrowed his brows and began rubbing his stomach!

The driver was perplexed and asked, "Young man, what's wrong? Why that expression?"

Ye Xiao shook his head and said, "My stomach hurts a bit. It started on the way here. Uncle, don't worry about me; let's go to that labor market you mentioned."

The driver was about to hit the gas, but Ye Xiao's expression twisted as he let out a stinky fart!

For a Martial Artist, expelling the impure Qi inside the body was remarkably simple!

"Ouch, kid, why is your fart so stinky? Seems like you'll have to 'go' very soon," the driver exclaimed loudly, covering his nose.

Ye Xiao said, "Uncle, I can hold it in, it's nothing. Drive the car, we need to hurry. What if we're late and the good jobs are gone?"

At this point, the driver, dizzied by the stench, pointed out the car window and said to Ye Xiao, "Get out and go to the toilet quickly. I'll wait for you here. If you mess up my car, the fare would not even cover it!"

"Uncle, no way, I have to... um... I have to..." Ye Xiao pretended he was in a rush to get to the labor market, but then he let out two more stinky farts in succession, which nearly choked the life out of the driver.

"Oh my God, get out of the car quick... I'm gonna suffocate, there's a toilet here, hurry and do your business, and then we can go!" The driver said, covering his mouth and fanning the air with his other hand.

Ye Xiao looked at the driver, listened to his words, and smiled secretly to himself, seemingly reluctantly saying, "Fine then, uncle, just don't leave. With such a high salary, I'd do the job even if it kills me."

In the end, under the driver's persistent demands, Ye Xiao quickly got out of the car and walked a good distance away, still loudly calling out, "Uncle, you better not leave!"

"I won't leave!" the driver responded, holding his nose and saying, "Why would I go anywhere? Humph, if I don't fleece this sheep properly today, how am I going to keep working in this line?"

While muttering to himself, the driver looked up in Ye Xiao's direction. It would have been better if he hadn't—because just a moment ago, Ye Xiao had clearly gotten out of the car and run towards the labor market, but in the blink of an eye, he had vanished completely.

"How could he run so fast?" The driver was confused, but a terrible thought flashed through his mind: "This kid isn't playing me, is he?"

Thinking this, the driver hurried out of the car, looking around, and also directly ran into the toilet in the labor market.

Just as the driver had thought, where could Ye Xiao possibly be?

"Damn it, the kid played me." The driver cursed as he walked out of the toilet, his face full of displeasure. He had intended to extort a bit more from Ye Xiao, but to his surprise, Ye Xiao was slicker than a monkey, having tricked him and not even paying the previous car fare!

By the time the driver went outside, a young man stood in an adjacent alleyway, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hmph, trying to play games with me? You really think I'm brainless?" the youth muttered to himself.

That youth was, of course, Ye Xiao.

Whether the driver had taken a detour on the road or not, Ye Xiao could definitely feel it. Initially, Ye Xiao didn't want to cause trouble—he would just pay and leave. But who knew the driver would notice the money on him and get greedy? Since that was the case, Ye Xiao decided to turn the tables on him. As for the job offering a salary of tens of thousands, Ye Xiao was no fool—how could he believe that? It wasn't just Bird City he had been to; he had been to even larger cities.

Watching the driver leave helplessly, Ye Xiao couldn't feel better.

However, after finishing his cigarette, Ye Xiao began pondering his next move.

"Where to?" Ye Xiao thought to himself. Just then, he overheard two people talking as they walked out of the toilet: "I heard that the security company under the Xia Group is hiring today, and the salary during the trial period is two thousand, plus, board and lodging are included. We've got to move fast; if we're too late, we'll miss our chance."

Watching those two leave in a hurry, laughing and talking, Ye Xiao immediately thought of his previous job as Ling Shuya's bodyguard. Bodyguard and security guard were only one word apart, and the nature of the job was similar. He should be able to handle it.

Ye Xiao wouldn't normally consider being a security guard, mainly because he had never sought work in such a labor market and so wasn't quite clear about what jobs were available. Now that there was an opportunity right in front of him, what could be better? So he headed in the direction those people had gone.

At that moment, at the largest counter in Qiuming Labor Market.

"Stop pushing! We're only hiring four security guards this time. Our Blue Star Technology Company is a direct subsidiary of the Xia Group, so the security guards we recruit must be exceptional. Of course, our only criteria are strength. The security guards we take on will have to ensure the safety of Blue Star Technology Company's employees, so if you can't fight, you might as well leave now," a chubby, glasses-wearing middle-aged man shouted at the crowd of over a hundred laborers.

The noisy workers fell silent upon hearing the middle-aged man. He had laid it out clearly—the only criterion for hiring was combat ability, in simpler terms, the ability to fight. They were looking for real security guards capable of action during emergencies, ones who could let their fists do the talking.

"I'll do it!" A bulky, sturdy man walked over and said to the middle-aged man, "I believe I can handle it."

The muscular man proudly flexed the muscles on his arm as he spoke.

Muscle man—these three words fit the man in front of them perfectly.

"What did you do before?" the middle-aged man asked looking at the muscular man.

"Bodybuilding!" the muscular man said proudly.

"You up for a fight?" the middle-aged man asked, looking at him.

The muscular man immediately said with disdain, "I've never fought before, but I imagine there aren't many who could beat me."

"You're that confident?" the middle-aged man replied with a light chuckle, "Good, very good!"

The muscular man smiled proudly, clearly believing the job was already his.

However, at that moment, the middle-aged man exchanged a glance with someone next to him, who stepped towards the muscular man with a switchblade suddenly in his hand, shouting, "Let's see if your muscles are stronger, or my knife!"

The muscular man, seeing someone rushing at him with a knife, was scared out of his wits and hastily backed away, pleading, "Bro... Brother, let's talk this out, I can give up the job, you just..."

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