Shadow Empire

Chapter 856: Making money is not that difficult

The reporter knows what news the editor-in-chief wants, and he also knows what kind of news he wants to win the Golden Newspaper Award.

He once thought he could give up everything for journalism and media justice.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt... a little tormented.

The reporter’s silence made Oger’s wife realize that the reporter did have a job for himself, at least a piece of news!
She looked at the reporter and reached out to pull his arm, "Please, our family is in desperate need of a job right now!"

"Oger... I don't know how to describe him, but it's clear that he won't be able to find a job in the short term, at least not a high-paying job like before."

Almost twice the salary of an ordinary person, this is indeed a high-paying job for Oger and his family, who are also ordinary people.

The reason why garment factories are unwilling to employ him now is that he still positions himself as a “big tailor”.

In a factory, big tailors often represent a group independent of the factory system. They have their own lounge and canteen in the factory, and even the food they eat is prepared by the factory.

Cutting, sewing, measuring and ironing, they are responsible for the most critical parts of these processes.

When a batch of cloth arrives, neither the factory owner nor the lower-level tailors know how to cut it, make it, or make samples.

It is these skilled workers who set the standards. After receiving the drawings, the workers who are responsible for calculating the data will set different standards, because there is often only one drawing, but they have to make many models.

The arrangement of this data is not random, it requires a scientific calculation method. After the drawings of different models come out, they will be handed over to the chief cutter.

Skilled tailors will make some components based on the data on these drawings, and then press the components onto the prepared cloth for cutting.

Some of the designs are directly drawn by these skilled workers on the first piece of cloth, and then the subsequent designs are cut based on this piece of cloth.

The cloth is cut out piece by piece. If no one tells you how to make these pieces of cloth, ordinary workers may not be able to do it well.

Then comes the job of the master tailor. He will sew the pieces of cloth together according to the drawings, and will make the pieces according to how much margin to leave and how deep the thread should be.

The final clothes are actually still unformed and finally have to be handed over to the iron workers. They only need to take a look at the drawings to know how to iron them.

What ends up being ironed out is a piece of clothing that is exactly the same as the drawing.

This whole process is called "proofing".

Oger is responsible for sewing, which is also a very important step.

It would be difficult for him to continue pursuing this easy, high-paying job because the things he did and the influence his position could have within the factory would make people worry about his subsequent performance.

But if he is willing to reduce his salary and not take on such an important position, maybe there will be a factory that will hire him.

But if their wages are reduced, they will never be able to pay back the money in their lifetime!

Oger's wife urgently needs a job that can earn money, both for their short-term livelihood and for long-term planning.

Women don't need to act coquettishly. They just need to lower their voices and beg to make some men feel pity for them.

"Madam, actually... I'm going to say something that may be very inappropriate. With your current conditions, it will be difficult to find a suitable job in Jingang City."

"If you can accept a salary of more than ten yuan a month, you might give it a try, but those jobs are either very tiring or very dirty, not decent at all."

This is not a question of gender discrimination, but a full-time housewife suddenly has to enter society and she does not have the corresponding survival skills.

She did not have a college or technical school diploma, so she could not find a suitable job. Jobs such as salesperson required strong social skills, which Oger's wife might not be able to do.

The reporter was telling the truth. He felt very sympathetic towards the lady, but he could not lie just because of his sympathy, and now was not the time to lie.

When Oger's wife heard the reporter say this, she was almost in despair. The dozen dollars a month was not enough to pay the hospital bills, not to mention that they had to live and pay for their own expenses.

Even if they cut their daily expenses to fifty cents - bread costs about twenty cents, the war continues to escalate and part of the grain-producing area on the Tanfit continent was covered by artillery fire last year.

In addition, the civil war in the Eastern Continent Heavenly Kingdom caused a large amount of farmland to be destroyed, and it is still in the stage of restoration, so the price of food has been rising.

The price of whole wheat bread at Old Joe's Bakery has increased from five cents a pound six years ago to about twelve or thirteen cents a pound now.

Prices have doubled and are still rising, but people's income has only increased by about 15%, while they still have to face a 20% basic tax and war tax!
The cost of living is getting higher and higher.

With just over ten dollars a month, I can't even have enough to eat.

"Is there no job in this world that I can do?"

Oger's wife covered her face and started crying. She was really desperate!
The husband was injured and lost his job, and owed the hospital a large sum of money. It is said that with the interest, they will eventually have to pay back several hundred yuan.

The house is fucking gone again, and now Oger can't find a job, and there's no telling when he'll be able to get back on his feet.

The burden of life seemed to fall on her shoulders all of a sudden. At this moment, she was more desperate and powerless than her husband!

Looking at Oger's wife crying, the reporter suddenly felt that perhaps giving her this choice was not harming her, but saving her.

If their family is really desperate, perhaps they will really find a place to jump down as the editor-in-chief said.

Thinking of this, the reporter pursed his lips and said, "Madam, there is actually a job that does not require you to have any experience or diploma, and the income is very high."

The woman raised her head, wiped her tears and looked at the reporter. She even walked over and grabbed the reporter's arm, and asked anxiously, "What is it?"

The reporter opened his mouth, but the words were not so easy to say.

"Please tell me, please!"

The reporter took a deep breath and said, "Standing on the street."

He looked at Oger's wife who didn't react, and then explained, "They are girls and women who ask passers-by for help. Although the price is much cheaper now because of the impact of refugees, it's still two dollars a time."

"Ma'am, you look very young, and you have a certain aura that those people don't have. There will definitely be people who like your type, and you can even charge a higher price."

"I only need three or five customers a day to make ten dollars..."

Oger's wife was resistant to hearing what he said at first, but when he mentioned that he could make ten dollars a day, her eyes widened.

From the reporter's torment, it turned to the torment of Oger's wife.

She needs the money like a reporter needs a big story!
The reporter had been observing the changes in her expression. He knew that there was a high probability that Oger's wife would choose this path, and he was not lying.

As a man, he actually prefers girls who are forced to do something, because it gives him a sense of pleasure in destroying beauty.

And the little women, the little women of the Commonwealth, plus her story, will definitely be very attractive.

Oger's wife did not say anything, she just remained silent, and the reporters did not mention the matter again. He knew that someone needed to give a final push.

When they returned home in the evening, the couple remained silent. Their daughter saw that there was only a piece of bread for dinner, without even jam or any other side dishes, so she took the piece of bread back to her room.

The next day and the day after, both of them were out looking for jobs.

The more I look for a job, the more desperate I become!

Oger has lowered his salary demand to fifty dollars, but still no one is willing to hire him. He is completely desperate!
He returned home at noon, and his wife was packing some clothes. "You going out?"

His wife just shook her head. "We are out of money, not even enough for dinner. I need to go out and sell some clothes to get money for dinner."

Og returned to his room with his head down and did not come out, while his wife quietly packed some clothes.

There are also new clothes in there that she bought last year, which she has only worn twice.

The first time she wore it was when she bought it, and the second time she wore it during the Chinese New Year. She liked the dress very much, but now, she has to sell her favorite dress.

She lowered her head and tears fell one by one.

Selling old clothes was not going well either. Oger spent 99 cents to buy her this dress, but the people on the street were only willing to pay 35 cents and asked her to add a skirt to it.

The total value of the items was one dollar and forty-eight cents, but now these people were only willing to pay thirty-five cents, which was only enough for their family's food for dinner and lunch tonight!

For the first time, she felt that life was hard, all just for two meals.

After she had an argument with a customer, the customer called her a bitch and left angrily, and she fell into depression again.

After a while, she looked at the reporter and asked, "Can I really make ten dollars a day?"

The reporter nodded. Then she started to pack her things. She had made a decision.

A few minutes away from home, she stopped and looked at the bread behind the window of a roadside bakery. She then turned to the reporter and asked, "Can you give me two dollars?"

The reporter looked at her in confusion, "I can't do this."

A resolute smile appeared on her face, "You are my first customer."

A moment later, she returned home with a piece of bread, two tomatoes and some vegetable leaves she sold on the roadside.

Fortunately, there were condiments at home, and a fruit and vegetable sandwich was quickly ready. At least it looked much better than yesterday.

"Did you sell the clothes?" Oger asked.

His wife nodded, "Yes."

Og held his head, "I'm sorry."

She just smiled and said, "Eat. Only if you are full will you have the energy to find a job tomorrow."

When my daughter came back and saw the simple but better dinner than last night, her mood seemed to stabilize a little.

The family of three exchanged a few meaningless words and then parted ways.

The next day, Og left first, then their daughter, and his wife stayed last.

She looked at the reporter and asked, "What's my first step?"

The reporter was a little anxious. To be honest, he had never communicated with such a little woman before. "You have to give her a name that is easy to recognize."

"for example?"

"Candy!"

What followed was naturally a session of communication. Oger's wife completed her first job in tears. When she finished, the reporter couldn't help but talk about some things about her work.

"Once I'm done with this, you can get up, clean yourself up, go back to your work area, and wait for the next customer."

"You have to pay a little attention to the hygiene of the environment, which determines whether your guests will come back a second time."

"Also, you can act more vulnerable and complain to the guests if they are willing to talk to you."

"If you encounter someone who wants to hurt you, you can say no and call for help."

"Of course, if a customer wants to play something more exciting, and it's within your tolerance, you can agree to it and then ask for more..."

He talked about a lot of things that needed to be paid attention to in this job, and the freshman, Ms. Candy, remembered them firmly in her mind.

She then changed into her favorite clothes and skirt, dressed herself up, and left the house with the reporters.

Reporters have reported on street prostitutes before. In fact, most journalists who want to win awards will pay attention to these dark sides and pain points of society.

But simply reporting that some people went to stand on the streets because of vanity or unwillingness to work hard did not arouse any heated discussion in society!

At most people will think these girls are fucking cheap. Of course, they will still pay when they should, which does not prevent them from thinking these girls are cheap.

So he was very clear about the current situation of the street vendors in Jingang City.

After the Lance family ruled the entire city, the situation for street prostitutes became much better, as they had people to protect these girls from perverts.

The reporter took Candy to the busiest street in the Imperial District. Although it was still morning, there were already many street prostitutes here.

There are also some men, observing these ladies.

When Candy appeared, many men's eyes lit up when they looked at her. They saw fear in her eyes, which aroused some interest in them.

Some even tried to come over, but the reporter raised his hands to stop them.

"Next I'm going to take you to register, they'll give you a physical examination, and then they'll give you a work badge, and then you can stand on the street."

This made her feel incredible. She didn't know there were so many rules for standing on the street now.

The reporter smiled and explained, "This is the rule of the Lance family."

Soon she arrived at the place the reporter mentioned. After filling out the form, she was taken to the room by a female nurse.

There was also a female doctor in the room, a specialist who specialized in examining diseases related to this.

After everything was over, she got her work badge.

As she and the reporter walked outside, she still felt a sense of incomprehension.

They also asked whether she was forced, whether anyone threatened her, etc.

Of course, the most important thing was that she was a little worried because the information on the form she filled out was all true.

"They won't leak my information, will they?"

She was a little nervous.

The reporter shook his head. "Don't worry about that. Recording your personal information is just to prevent them from not knowing who you are in extreme cases."

"Normally they wouldn't have anyone looking through those files."

Candy didn't know what the reporter meant. In fact, this was to deal with the problem of tracing the source of the call girl's corpse, so that the deceased could be quickly identified and found.

The reporter then took her to a nearby hotel and told her to just bring the guests here. This hotel specializes in this business and she needs to give the other party 15 cents each time.

If she could book a room for a long time, the price would be lower, but she was just starting out and there was no need to book a room.

He also told her a lot of details, such as if the guest asked to take her away, she would have to fill out a form and register.

It was almost lunchtime when she came to stand in the street, wearing her favorite dress and skirt.

She thought she would have to wait for a while, but after only five minutes, a customer arrived.

He has a small mustache, is slightly bald, and is a little fat.

"First time?" The man with a mustache did not ask for the price right away, but asked about something he was very concerned about.

Candy nodded nervously, and the mustache smiled with satisfaction, "How much?"

Candy remembered what she was saying, and she nervously and stuttered a little, "Three dollars."

The man with the mustache frowned. Just when she was thinking about whether to lower the price, he suddenly smiled and said, "Very reasonable." Then he took out three dollars and stuffed them into her hand. Then he hugged her and said, "Let's go..."

Candy became more nervous, but there was still a hint of surprise that she wasn't even aware of!

Just like that... three dollars in hand?
She glanced at the reporter on the side of the road, and the reporter smiled at her.

The man with a mustache also noticed this scene, and the smile on his face became even more satisfied.

"Is that your husband?", he asked.

Candy was stunned for a moment and quickly denied it, but the man with a mustache seemed certain that the reporter was her husband.

Ten minutes later, the two men came down from upstairs. The man with a mustache was generally satisfied, but he felt that his performance was not so good this time.

Candy gave the hotel owner a dollar. After getting the change, she looked at the two dollars and eighty-five cents in her hand and fell into a shock that she couldn't even explain!

Today is a busy day, there are new people on the street, and many people are willing to try out new colors.

Actually, business was better at night, but Candy didn't know how to tell Oger yet, so she returned home early.

During dinner, Oger noticed that something was not right with her and asked about it, but she brushed it off by saying that she had fallen.

Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She didn't know how to tell her husband that she had earned more than 40 yuan in just one day.

(End of this chapter)