(I finally managed to save up some chapters. Do you think it was easy for me?)
(Oh, right, I remember now. Back then, it was called Great Unity. As expected, readers really could do anything!)
The more Zhang Zhi spoke, the brighter Fatty's eyes grew. One hundred thousand!
How long would that be enough for him to earn?
He was currently earning 115 a month... 1,380 a year... 13,800 in ten years... How was he supposed to calculate the rest??
Bewildered, Fatty began gesturing constantly with his hands. He worked so hard that his head was sweating, but he still couldn't figure it out. In any case, it was more or less enough for him to earn over a hundred years' worth of wages. After all, he still had to eat, drink, live, and spend money, while everything was covered over in Hong Kong!
With no education, he didn't understand any economic principles. In his mind, getting a raise of a dozen or so yuan each year was useless anyway.
Just this one hundred thousand was enough to buy his life, not to mention the fifty thousand yuan relocation allowance. The more he thought about it, the more reliable it seemed.
He had only one worthless life... Screw it!
He didn't care about the danger at all. No matter how dangerous it was, could it really be more dangerous than the border?
He cared even less about killing people. He wasn't a novice. He could even sleep while hugging a corpse.
"Master Zhi, when are we going over?" Fatty was somewhat impatient.
Zhang Zhi had only been nineteen when he joined the army, but he had looked older than anyone else. It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say he was thirty. From then on, the nickname Master Zhi followed