Being a Koi in a Survival Game

Chapter 37: Beaver City 2

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The temperature is not suitable.

At this temperature, you can fry an egg outside.

Fu Anan grumbled silently as she pushed the shopping cart and put rice, noodles, bread, and a quilt into it.

When I was waiting for the checkout, I took a deep breath when I saw the hundreds of dollars in spending.

This game requires not only life but also money, it really is a game of both economic and life.

Fu Anan cursed the game in his heart while thinking about how to make money.

Beaver City Day 2

The weather is getting hotter.

Fu Anan went out early in the morning and began to look for a job along the way. After asking around, he finally found a small supermarket that needed a cashier.

"Three thousand yuan a month, food included but no accommodation, is that okay?" the proprietress asked with a stern face, as if the boss would not give her a penny more.

Three thousand yuan a month is really too little in Beaver City.

Seeing that Fu Anan didn't agree immediately, the boss lady added, "Don't be fooled by the low salary here. The work is easy. We are only busy in the morning and get off work at four or five in the afternoon."

Fu Anan supported her chin with both hands, and looked at her harmlessly with her round eyes, "Okay, but I want daily wages."

Hearing Fu Anan's request, the boss's wife raised her eyebrows. The daily salary was the first one for her. The previous clerk ran away, and the store was in a hurry to hire someone. The boss's wife frowned and looked at Fu Anan. This girl had a low salary and was very well-behaved and pretty...

"Okay, work hard, and I'll give you a raise if you do a good job."

The proprietress hurriedly drew a pancake for Fu Anan and started to greet the guests outside.

Fu Anan put on an apron, skillfully took the items purchased by the customers, and quickly collected the money and paid the bill.

Business was very good during the entire trial day. The boss lady was very happy and promptly paid the day's wages.

With a formal salary and three free meals a day, Fu Anan used the money he earned to buy three bottles of mineral water and two boxes of bread.

The boss's wife took back the wages she had just paid out. She never thought that the crow's return of favor would come so quickly.

The human-powered three-wheeled vehicle at the door has rusted due to wind and sun. Its main purpose is to transport cardboard boxes and plastics to the recycling station three streets away.

"Thanks."

Fu Anan carried the things onto the tricycle, got on skillfully, and rode home with a grunt.

The proprietress looked at Fu Anan's back as she left, smiled and shook her head. How wonderful the world would be if there were a few more simple and brainless girls like her.

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Fu Anan had no idea that she was being framed by the boss lady, otherwise she would have ridden her tricycle back to ask who was stupid.

Compared to this, moving things is more difficult.

At the height of the sixth floor, Fu Anan was almost exhausted after carrying several boxes of water and bread back home.

I took a quick shower and fell on the bed. The wobbly fan blew out all hot air.

On the third day in Beaver City, the temperature got even hotter.

The government even issued a red heat warning, with the maximum outdoor temperature at 43 degrees Celsius.

Because of the high temperature, the supermarket had very little business except for selling ice cream and water.

The sound of the TV is particularly obvious in the empty supermarket—

[After three months of high temperatures, our city will experience a torrential rainstorm in the next few days. So what impact will this extreme weather bring? Let's listen to the experts' analysis.]

(End of this chapter)