"Ten yuan!"
Office buildings crowded the business park, countless figures weaving between them. Cramped cubicles imprisoned free souls as they toiled for a living.
Everyone was busy, unable to sort out their own work, much less notice the awkward young man standing beside the water dispenser in the corner.
Bai Congming rubbed the hem of his shirt, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his head, then carefully wiped his hands before approaching someone nearby.
"Hello, ten yuan."
The person buried in fabric samples and contracts finally looked up at him. Their impatient air softened considerably at the sight of his face-people were always a little more forgiving of beauty.
"You're delivering water, right? We settle monthly. Didn't your boss tell you?"
Bai Congming didn't know what settling monthly meant. He had worked at the water delivery station for a week, and every time, he carried the water to its destination, collected ten yuan, then went back and handed the money to his boss.
Once, he had forgotten, and even Auntie Zhou, who had always looked after him, had gotten scolded because of it.
Bai Congming didn't want Auntie Zhou to get scolded, so he pressed his lips together and repeated himself.
"Ten yuan!"
Messages popped up on the computer one after another, their chimes sounding like demands for someone's life. Unable to keep up, the person pointed casually in a direction. "Go find accounting in that office. Ask her to get you the money."
Bai Congming looked over, quietly thanked the person, wiped his hands again, and headed that way.
In truth, he didn't know which room was the accounting office. Auntie Zhou had simply taught him that when other people were very busy, he shouldn't stay where he was and trouble them.
There were so many