Chapter 591

The boss looked at the two people begging themselves here for a long time, with a sincere attitude, and the little girl was also very clever. She looked almost as old as her daughter. It seemed that they were really short of money, so they should be soft hearted for a moment.

"Great!"

"Thank you, boss."

"Wait! You two are too happy. Although the other workers here are thirty-five an hour, you are novices. According to the handling frequency of the old workers, you calculate the money according to the box. Two cents per box depends on how much you move. You can do it if you can't."

The boss stressed again and again that these two people don't know what they are like. Even if they are kind, they can't compensate.

"Good!"

They nodded.

When the boss took them to the warehouse, he saw workers moving things one by one. Most people carry two or three boxes at a time. Those with great strength will move one more, and the speed is very stable.

Duan Muhong looked at the forty or fifty centimeter high box. How much does he have to carry to cover his expenses.

"Well, here it is. If you go back now, you can go back." obviously, the boss still wants them to retreat.

"Let's move," said concubine Jiang firmly.

"There are clothes there. You can wear them. If you don't dirty your clothes, remember to return them when you're done."

"Thank you, boss."

The boss waved his hand to the supervisor and went back.

After a discussion, they went back to talk to the rest elders and came back quickly.

"Oh, what's the smell!" duanmuhong took his clothes and smelled it. It was a strong smell of sweat, mixed with the smell of tobacco. In short, it was wonderful to mix all kinds of flavors together.

As soon as she got close to here, Princess Jiang smelled this unusual smell and immediately closed her sense of smell.

She took a look at duanmuhong and, as if nothing had happened, chose the smallest set and put it on.

"You really wear it." duanmuhong looked at Princess Jiang.

"Well, whether you want to wear it or not." Princess Jiang glanced at his valuable clothes.

If you have money, you can make it at will. Anyway, she is poor. Just wear work clothes.

Looking at the back of concubine Jiang walking away smartly, duanmuhong took a disgusting look with his nose in his hand, but he still endured to put it on. He likes the clothes he is wearing now and doesn't want to scrap them for the time being.

At the beginning, duanmuhong could keep up with other stevedores, carrying or holding two or three boxes at a time. He gradually felt insufficient and breathed slowly. Because it was physical work, he was sweating more and more, and his pace could not keep up.

Concubine Jiang easily walked to duanmuhong with three boxes and kindly reminded him, "you can move one box at a time and have a rest when you are tired."

Then he showed a relaxed figure and walked towards the truck.

Duanmuhong looked at Princess Jiang. Everyone moved things together. "Why isn't she tired?"

Duanmuhong also slowly slowed down and moved slowly. He can't be embarrassed and ignore his image. At least he is still an artist.

The photographer behind looked at duanmuhong and wanted to remind him that your image had long disappeared. Look at your face now, black and white, panting as if you had just been chased by a dog.

Especially when compared with the white faced Princess Jiang, it is more obvious.