Berg sat on a bench under a streetlamp at the port, feeling downcast.
This job had lasted less than a month. Despite being scolded every day, it was a job nonetheless, with food and lodging. Now that he had lost even this job, he truly didn't know what to do next.
With a physique different from most people, he also had a voracious appetite far surpassing that of ordinary people. This was why he cherished every job so much. Because the moment his boss felt he ate more than he worked, he would get tossed out.
"Sir, are you alright?" A voice suddenly spoke up beside him.
Berg turned his head to see two guests from earlier. He gave a kind smile, "I'm alright."
"That boss was so unreasonable. It wasn't your fault you slipped. It was because the floor had just been mopped and was too slippery," Guding said, speaking up for Berg.
