"Sergeant, a question..."
The Sergeant nodded, signaling that he was ready.
Lin Qi asked with a smile, "If you lost this job, what would you do?"
"Lost it?", his expression turned daze for a moment, followed by the squeezing out of some smiles that were somewhat forced, "This is just a question, right?"
He was a little nervous, and he had to be nervous; his wife was pregnant and about to give birth, and his child was about to come into this world.
This was indeed a moment of happiness with happy expectations, but it also meant that his family expenses were going to skyrocket.
The community delivered fresh milk daily to families with children—not that it was sent over just after being milked, but it had been processed.
A group of workers started bustling for the rich of Bu Peien around four or five o'clock; over an hour and more than a dozen procedures ensured that the milk was suitable for people to drink directly.
This was the privilege of the rich, but it was not the sorrow of the poor, because poor people relied on this job to support themselves and their families.
This was a bounty!
Although the milk these people brought was good, the Sergeant obviously wanted to use other milk powder, a better brand, supposedly milk powder spiked with all sorts of things to promote infant development, with each can costing dozens of dollars.
A regular worker's monthly salary could roughly... only afford this milk powder money.
Besides this, there were extra nanny fees; his wife needed someone to take care of her, and the child also needed someone to care for them twenty-four hours a day.
With all sorts of messy odds and ends, they had made sufficient preparations; once this child was born,