Under Little Illusion's guidance, Hua Gang quickly found an Alliance restaurant.
The owner knowingly took him in.
His pay was only one-fifth of everyone else's—700 Tribal Coins a month.
It was exploitative, but compared to the average pay for the same position in the Alliance, it was still somewhat higher.
"You're not allowed out front. Just wash dishes and clean in the back kitchen. Don't randomly strike up conversations with the white masters, and don't use that half-baked Tribal language of yours..." the owner instructed disdainfully.
Hua Gang nodded repeatedly, but inwardly, he was filled with contempt.
When fellow countrymen met, they stabbed each other in the back.
Five days later, he bought a new phone.
As for the SIM card, he registered it under the identity of another helper.
That other helper was far more kindhearted. He had come to join relatives and had legal status, but his visa only allowed him to stay for twelve months. Once those twelve months were up, he would be an undocumented worker too.
After getting his new phone, Hua Gang wanted to take on online jobs. With AI's capabilities, he could handle online side gigs, modeling, editing, videos, and software outsourcing.
That was why Little Panda had said it could guarantee that he would make a fortune.
The only problem was that he did not have a local bank card.
Those platforms all required him to provide a bank account number for payment.
He did not dare use anyone else's bank account number.
The Tribal Jungle was lax about everything, except anything involving taxes. In that regard, it was exceedingly strict, far beyond anything the Alliance could compare to.
In the Alliance, if you underreported a little tax, you generally just had to make up the difference.
Here, if you dared evade