Fortune Smiled Upon Her

Four pounds an hour.

Converted to RMB, that came to 37 yuan and 48 fen per hour.

In other words, after working for one hour, he could buy seven bags of white bread and still have 15 pence left. Added to the one penny he already had, he could even buy another—

Damn it, not enough to buy a bottle of water.

That extra penny that appeared and vanished had to be the world's malice toward this baby.

Originally, Fang Ran had come today intending to ask Tang Bing which district in London had the worst public safety. Although he had been tempted when he heard there was a chance to pick up some temporary work, he had thought that, with the crisis still hanging over him, he should try not to cause anyone else trouble.

But he simply could not resist the temptation of four pounds an hour.

"By the way, Senior, have you ever worked part-time back home?"

Since there was no one around in the morning anyway, Tang Bing temporarily left her post and led Fang Ran toward the back of the supermarket, her ponytail swaying back and forth.

"If holiday internships count, then I worked at a hospital for one day."

Caught off guard by Tang Bing's question, Fang Ran remembered how he had once earned thousands per hour, yet now could not resist four pounds an hour. He took a bite of bread and answered wistfully.

"You studied computer science. What kind of internship did you do at a hospital? Well, never mind."

Tang Bing gave Fang Ran a strange look at his answer, then casually pointed to a door ahead marked Staff Management and instructed him,

"Mrs. Isis is serious and meticulous, but she's actually very nice. Just don't be nervous when you go