Chapter 774: Nierid 9

Chapter 774 Nierid 9

Although it was to comfort him, William was a little awkward.

Beta Fu's "brother is good" look is slightly different from the glamorous and cold dream lover in his impression.

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The entire Pearl Island is divided into north and south sides.

The south is a paradise for tourists, and the north is an area for pearl hunters.

All the poor people gather here, either as cheap labor for the boss who cultures pearls; or swim to deeper seas, hoping to find high-quality pearls and get rid of poverty and become rich.

Old wooden boat.

All kinds of huts made of plastic and iron sheets.

There are bamboo poles on the beach, which are covered with old clothes and dried salted fish. Walking on the road, the smell of sweat and dried salted fish mixed with the pavement.

Wang Xiaoming carefully avoided the clothes blown to the ground by the wind, and walked towards the recruitment office in front.

Just yesterday, the Survival Coins he exchanged were stolen along with his backpack. The game exchange channel has been closed, so he has to find other ways to make money.

The administrator who recruited the pearl workers glanced at him, "The basic salary is 10 yuan a day, and the diving equipment is free to use. The pearls collected are weighed, and 20 yuan per catty."

As an outsider who just came here and is not familiar with the place where he was born, all Wang Xiaoming can get is black-hearted prices.

Game Day 3

The money is still in his socks. But if you want to survive in the game, these dozens of dollars are definitely not enough.

Wang Xiaoming got up early in the morning and went straight to the bay for pearl fishing. Finding pearls is easier today than yesterday, and he earned 160.

Excluding the necessary living expenses, there is a total of 182 yuan left. Every day like this, Wang Xiaoming feels that his life is becoming more and more hopeful.

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After working for a day, return to the bridge hole.

The homeless man is still there, lying on the ground in the same posture as when he left in the morning.

Wang Xiaoming, who was in a relaxed mood, looked at the homeless man, reached out and patted his back,

"Big Brother? Big Brother?"

Tramp did not respond.

Seeing this, he slightly exerted force on his palm and turned the person over.

A sour smell came over the surface.

The tramp snorted weakly twice, "Wow", and vomited out a large puddle of yellowish liquid.