"No... impossible..."
Ming Yi's words almost shattered the man's last psychological defense. His eyes went blank, unable to comprehend why.
"Think carefully. Tell me, what have you been doing these days? Working as a security guard here? What else?"
"I..."
He recalled: "Every day... I'm a security guard here, sixteen hours a day... Salary... 3000 a month? Room and board included..."
"Do you have weekends?"
Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow: "Sixteen hours a day, you're quite something."
"One day off a month..." The security guard continued to recall. The more he remembered, the more he felt his own misery. Finally, he couldn't help but curse: "Damn it! One day off a month, sixteen hours of work every day, and only three thousand salary?!"
Hearing this, Lin Xiao almost felt like crying. What kind of capitalist was this!
No, even capitalists would have basic conscience. For example, sixteen hours of work a day, even the most unscrupulous boss today wouldn't dare do this.
After all, if a normal person worked sixteen hours without overtime pay, they would have sued and protested long ago. All sorts of online media, legal aid, strikes, everything would have come into play. No one wanted to stir up trouble.
This security guard was truly ruthless. Sixteen hours of work a day, one day off a month, and only three thousand salary, with no overtime pay. On average, his hourly wage was less than seven yuan!
This Joyful Sect really knew how to save money!
"If you worked this many hours at a normal job, say, screwing bolts in a factory, you should earn over ten thousand a month," Ming Yi continued, his mouth twitching. The people of the Joyful Sect were truly ruthless, capable of such employee exploitation.
"Yeah! Damn it, what kind of Joyful Sect is this!" He had finally sobered up and was cursing profusely.
What kind of Joyful Sect was this? This was clearly the Mask of Suffering!
"So, do you know what you should do now?" Lin Xiao spoke at an opportune moment.
After a moment of silence, the young security guard looked at the old man beside him, who was watching like a spectator, and said, "He is one of the Joyful Sect's sources of wealth."
"You're the sucker? You give money, and they do things for you? I suppose you must know a lot," Lin Xiao said to the old man who claimed to know him well.
Hu Zhicheng had already opened his phone and flipped to a photo: "Seen him! This is my son!"
"Seen him."
The security guard answered readily: "I'm not sure if it's this kid, but he was indeed here about a month ago."
"And then?"
Hearing this, Hu Zhicheng immediately grabbed the security guard with both hands: "Where is my son?!"
"He was taken to headquarters. Headquarters requires a newborn every quarter. I'm not too clear about the specific purpose," the security guard shook his head. He was truly just a pitiable, exploited security guard.
"Headquarters, where is it?"
Hu Zhicheng had finally found a lead! He asked eagerly.
"I'll take you there."