Things went smoothly for Monkey, and he quickly hit it off with all the other workers.
He shared the steamed buns Bai Yaoyao and Lulu had given him with the people around him. They were all laborers at the very bottom of the ladder; give them something to eat, and they would decide you were a good person.
So they held nothing back around Monkey. In less than a day, he had not only earned their acceptance and trust, but even become the one steering the conversations.
"Fucking hell, we bust our asses all day, and all we get is a hard steamed bun-and beatings whenever they feel like it! Those people do nothing all day and still live like kings!" Monkey said, deliberately stirring their emotions.
As he grew more impassioned, his eyes even began to redden.
"Brother, keep your voice down. If they hear you, you're dead!" the man who had just eaten one of Monkey's buns hurriedly warned him.
Monkey waved dismissively. "Let them hear. I don't want to live anymore anyway. I'll be honest with you, Qin Jun. My dad turned into a zombie, and he ate my mom. If I didn't have my two little sisters to look after, I wouldn't want to go on!"
"Uh... brother... we all have our troubles. I don't know how to comfort you. Take me-I did hard labor before the apocalypse, and I'm still doing hard labor now. Maybe I'm just a useless guy, doomed to toil my whole life."
Qin Jun had meant to comfort Monkey, but as he spoke, he grew upset himself, and his eyes reddened.
"That's nothing. Who could have it worse than me? I worked my ass off for most of my life before the apocalypse, hauling hundreds of pounds of goods on my