Ye Xiaofei sighed helplessly, but didn't disclose how much he earned, feigning ignorance as he said, "Yeah, the security guard salary is low, damn it, merely a thousand bucks, barely enough for anything."
"Eh, it's just a helpless situation."
Sun Xiaole sighed without words, he too was just trying to live, to have a meal to eat.
He shook his head and said, "It's still a matter of capability. If I were capable, wouldn't I be living the good life, spicy and tasty? Who would do this tragic, rubbish job otherwise?"
"It's all about scraping by."
Ye Xiaofei shrugged; deep down he knew the salary of a security guard was low, but ever since he got involved with the feng shui master, he could make a few million in a matter of seconds, so earning money didn't seem that hard anymore.
But seeing Sun Xiaole so distressed, he empathized with a hum and said, "Fellow sufferers, indeed. Come on, Xiaole, let's have a smoke."
