Miss Assassin is heavily addicted

Chapter 7.7. Employment is like this.
——Saint Matthew Welfare Home——

The St. Matthew Home for the Disabled is a long-established national charity located on Rue Narcissus. The building covers an area of ​​about 1,000 square meters and houses many homeless children, providing them with food, education, shelter and end-of-life care.

The director, Matthews, was an old man in his sixties who was notorious and infamous in the area. Almost every man who had visited the orphanage would rub his backside and regret his decision.

"That damned old man!"

Of course, He Ye, who had just arrived here, had no idea what he would encounter next. He only saw nuns sweeping fallen leaves at the entrance of the orphanage, their eyes gentle.

"Sir, why did you bring me here?" Nicole's face showed obvious confusion.

"This is the beginning of your new life."

He Ye put the tossed coin back into his pocket and said.

He straightened his clothes and stepped forward, chatting with the nun and explaining his purpose. His witty and handsome appearance quickly made the nun smile.

However, she became distressed when talking about Nicole.

“We only help those who are ‘deserving of pity’—such as orphans, widows, and the disabled, and exclude ‘lazy poor people’.”

The nun touched her cheek and looked at Nicole with a puzzled expression.

"A lazy poor person?" He Ye asked, puzzled.

“They are homeless people,” the nun explained.

Hey, those three words right between her eyebrows. Ke Heye felt that Nicole didn't look like a homeless person at all now. Although she was smelly, stupid, and uneducated, what was there to blame for a girl who lost her parents in the war?
He Ye had no choice but to argue his case, taking off his hat and sighing:
She is an orphan.

Nicole was unhappy: "Hey! Hey!"

He tried to explain the girl's original background, but soon understood what the nun was troubled about—aside from the previous requirements, the children the orphanage helped were generally under the age of fourteen, and Nicole did not meet that requirement at all.

"She's an adult now."

The nun said, turning her head to continue sweeping the fallen leaves, her expression gentle.

He Ye glanced at the little mouse beside her, feeling somewhat helpless. Her original plan to put her in the orphanage was encountering difficulties, and she couldn't very well take the little one in herself, could she?
His new life was just encountering setbacks, not death.

Once he's dealt with this poor homeless wretch, he'll board a train and head to a faraway place, like Stenes in the south, where spring is in full bloom and perfect for a vacation.

Nicole understood what He Ye wanted to do. She was both happy and worried. She was happy because the orphanage provided food and lodging, and it would be great if she could go in. She was worried because she couldn't actually go in, otherwise she would have to go to jail in a couple of days.

"Sir, why are you so kind to me?"

Nicole peered at him, puzzled, and asked a question that sounded familiar.

He Ye paused for a moment. He felt that he was placing his hopes for a new life on her, and he also felt that this was out of some kind of humanitarian concern.

But in reality, after thinking about it, he simply said:
"Anyone would treat you this well."

In his homeland.

"Of course! Of all the gentlemen I've met, you're the only one who's been so kind to me! I've even started to suspect that you have ulterior motives towards me!"

"..." He Ye laughed angrily, then said irritably, "You plotted against me? Plotted to write my name on a painting, frame it, and hang it on the wall?"

"Hey sir, how dare you steal my words!"

Nicole pouted, clearly unhappy.

He Ye ignored her. Since conventional methods weren't working, he should use some more sophisticated ones.

It often appears in the adult world.

"Would you mind taking a look around?" He Ye gestured.

“Not at all. On the contrary, Dean Matthews would be delighted by your arrival.” The nun, holding her broom, gracefully stepped aside.

"Thank you." He Ye led Nicole inside.

In front of the monastery was a green lawn, where several children were playing. Their laughter accompanied them as they entered. Another nun was knitting in the sunlight, silently watching over the children.

"Emma, ​​don't bully your little brother."

The monastery's main hall houses a sculpture of God, with long rows of chairs lining both sides, much like a church on Saturdays when people pray.

He Ye wasn't here to pray; he was here to discuss some matters with the dean, so he glanced around briefly and walked inside.

Nicole, standing behind her, curiously looked around at everything, recalling the scene when her grandfather first brought her here under this smooth and magnificent dome.

'If you pray sincerely, God will redeem you.'

'Don't be afraid, Nicole, you have to be strong.'

As soon as they entered the second floor of the monastery, the two encountered another polite young man wearing glasses standing in the corridor, holding a copy of the Civil Code and reciting it aloud.

Upon seeing He Ye approach, the young man sized her up and down, then promptly extended his hand in greeting: "Hello, hello, you're also here for an interview for a general education teacher position, right?"

"yeah?"

Out of politeness, He Ye instinctively shook hands with him, just like someone offering cigarettes at a dinner party would instinctively accept them—but he quickly realized that there was no need to shake hands.

“My name is Thomas. I study at St. Benedict’s Abbey. My GPA is consistently in the top 1% of the school. I am proficient in astronomy, geography, humanities and mathematics. I just received the Medal of Honor this year.”

The bespectacled young man spoke earnestly, his grip on the hand tightening subtly.

"Ah, hello, hello..." He Ye felt confused. "Although it's nice to meet you, I'm not here to interview for a general education teacher position... at least not now."

"I just want to see the dean here. Do you know where he is?"

He Ye let go of his hand and looked at him.

“Wow, that’s great. I thought we had another formidable rival…” Thomas said with a sigh of relief. “Dean Matthews is interviewing the last general education teacher. He should be out in a few minutes. To be honest, I’ve been waiting here for an hour.”

"That must have been really tough..."

He Ye found a chair and sat down. Nicole, sitting next to her, was a little uneasy because she didn't understand why Mr. Leon wanted to take her along after she had already been rejected. She was conflicted and tormented.

"Next up, Thomas Freigek."

"exist!"

As the door to the room on the second-floor corridor opened, the young man holding the Civil Code jumped up and walked inside.

Instead, an old man around fifty years old came out. He was wearing a black and white church uniform and looked very respectable... It's strange, why is this idiom the first thing that comes to mind?

"Are you an interviewee too?" the old man asked, looking over.

“No, I am not.” He Ye maintained his courtesy, stood up and bowed. “But are you Dean Matthews? If so, I have something I would like to discuss with you.”

Hearing this, the old man's eyes lingered on He Ye for a moment, then he nodded kindly: "Wait until I finish what I'm doing."

"Ok."

Then the door was closed, and the two people outside became completely disconnected. The air was filled with the distinctive scent of incense, and sunlight streamed through the glass, revealing the tallest iron tower in Greenley. The orphanage looked full of hope.

He Ye took out her wallet and counted the money she had left.

He still had 18,000 yuan in cash left, which was quite a lot of purchasing power compared to the current monthly salary of 2000 yuan for textile workers. It should not be a problem to buy a bed in the welfare home for half a year. There are general education teachers to teach knowledge and nuns to comfort the spirit, which is enough for him to grow.

All he needs to leave behind is a train ticket worth 280 yuan.

When Nicole saw He Ye take out her wallet, her eyes lit up. Twenty thousand yuan was enough to cover her deficit for the week, with some left over!
But... just thinking about what this gentleman was doing made Nicole feel that the thought was really awful.

But she desperately needed money.

"Mr. Leon, I feel like crying."

Nicole spoke dryly, head down, rarely seen struggling with her thoughts, unlike her usual foolish self.

This made He Ye a little embarrassed. Thinking it meant something else, he patted her head and said, "We're brothers, it's no big deal. Humanitarianism should be about caring for each other like this!"
Just then, an argument broke out in the interview room.

"What the hell does 'hire whoever offers the lowest salary' mean?"

Thomas's shocked voice echoed out of the corridor.

"There's nothing we can do, Thomas. That's just how unemployment is these days. This 9-to-5 job is already pretty good, so the pay will always be a bit low."

"But, but you can't do this! I'm a graduate of St. Benedict's Monastery, a prestigious university! And Professor Sian recommended me here!"

“Yes, it’s because Shian is an old friend of mine that I let you face this round—your competitor, Mr. Foley, has more than ten years of experience in the field. He’s been a teacher since I joined this orphanage.”

"...Fuck..."

"Then, please consider it."

thump.

A moment later, as the door closed, a distraught Thomas emerged, throwing the Civil Code he was holding to the ground. He collapsed to his knees, angrily digging his hands into his hair.

"Damn it... how could she do this?"

Hey, where did that elegant graduate from a prestigious university go? He Ye squinted, finding it utterly unbearable to look at.

With a sigh, He Ye stepped forward, unable to bear the sight any longer.

"How are you?"

He picked up the thick book and returned it to its rightful owner.

Seeing He Ye standing in front of him, Thomas let out several laughs that were more bitter than crying, and said in a choked voice:

"I failed, I failed miserably."

“I started preparing for this interview a week ago. I went through round after round of selection, including tests on appearance, pronunciation, personality, and even legal knowledge that I don’t usually deal with. I stayed up all night to study for this interview.”

“But I failed.”

"Damn it, what do you mean by hiring whoever offers the lowest salary? I have a younger brother and two younger sisters to support! How can a high-value position like a teacher only pay 3000 a month?"

He Ye tried to comfort her: "At least it's higher than a textile worker's salary."

“But they’ve never been to school.” Thomas’s eyes reddened. “I graduated from a prestigious university and have fought my way up through countless exams since I was a child.”

Thomas, seemingly devastated by the blow, staggered away, startling the nun who came out of the restroom who exclaimed in alarm.

He Ye felt a little melancholy.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. What's your name?"

At this moment, an old man dressed in a monk's robe came out, his face kind like an old grandfather from the countryside—it was Dean Matthews, whom we had met before.

"Leon Rossi".

He Ye called out the names of the dead again.

“Hello, Mr. Leon,” Dean Matthews stroked his white beard. “What exactly is it you want to say?”

"Uh... I'd like to donate some money to the orphanage for personal reasons," He Ye hinted subtly, blinking repeatedly. "Would it be convenient for us to discuss this in more detail?"

Matthews quickly understood and smiled warmly:

“That’s very generous. Please come with me. There’s some fine tea in the office. We can talk as we go.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked forward. The original room door remained closed and was not opened again. Instead of curiously pushing the door open to see the old teacher who had defeated the outstanding graduate, He Ye quickly followed, muttering that it might not be easy to handle.

Nicole patted her bottom and quickly followed.

(End of this chapter)