Chapter 944
He was extremely quiet, a man of few words.
The vigers asked him, "What''s your name?"
He answered mildly, "I forgot. Just call me Ben!”
The men in the vige were called Rob, Bob, and so on —nicknames that were easier and friendlier
to remember.
"What can you do?"
The man shook his head. "I don’t know."
The vigers revealed a look of disdain.
"You''re just a pretty boy." Someone spat out these words at him.
He shot a stern gaze at the man, causing him to cower in fright.
After two days and one night on the train, they finally arrived in Imperial Capital.
The vigers paid him no attention and left him at the train station after getting off the train, leaving
him to fend for himself.
He looked at the flourishing metropolis, the bustling crowd, and the traffic. This sight seemed to be
giving him deja vu.
At this time, a kind viger turned back and took his
hand, saying, "Hurry up, Ben. Don’t let Stan Hitchens and the rest leave you behind. You''ll be a
beggar if you can''t find any jobs."
He followed the vigers and walked for a long time beforeing to a dirty construction shed.
At the sight of the dirty ground, he stood outside and was reluctant to go in. The sickening and
nauseating feeling was impossible to suppress.
Ultimately, he chose to stand at the door as he looked a t the vigers inside with disgust.
Stan began assigning work for everyone. "Our boss agreed to keep all of you only because I
begged him for a very long time. See those sandbags in front? Your daily task is to unload the
sandbags from the truck. You’ll get paid 120 bucks a day."
Others started calcting their wages silently. "That''s 3,600 dors a month. That’s way more than
what we earn from fishing back home."
Stan eyed Ben in an exceedingly cocky manner. "Hey, what about you? Are you doing it or not?"
Ben looked at the sandbags on the construction site. Gray-colored dust was seeping out of the
woven bags. He could imagine how filthy he would be at the end of the day.
Ben frowned.
Stan was displeased. He said, "Leave if you can''t do it. I hate pretty boys like you who only depend
on women
for a living."
Ben was provoked. "I’ll do it."
With that, Ben and the vigers settled in the shed.
Initially, he thought that he would be able to adapt to this filthy environment, but after a few days, his
stomach problems only grew worse.
Afraid that he would die on the construction site, Stan grabbed a few hundred bucks and handed it
to him." Forget it, I don''t think you can do this dirty and heavy work. I’ll pay for your travel expenses.
Go home. Don’t die here. I can’t afford it."
Ben did not take the money and only dragged his sick body out of the construction shed.
He was a stubborn man. Since he was out here now, h e would not go home without earning any
money.
That night, he had no ce to go and sat on a wooden bench in the park all night. He was suffering
from both hunger and gastric problems.
Ultimately, the kind viger Tommy found him and handed him a piece of bread. He did his best to
convince him, saying, "Don''t be stubborn, Ben. I heard that the construction site that Stan took us to
is massive and will take many years to build. We’ll be able to get rid of our poverty as long as we
stay and work for a few years. We’re both the poorest in the vige. When we’re no longer in
poverty, I’ll be able to marry a wife and you''ll have the money to send Tiger t o school."
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Ben looked at the bread that was marked by fingerprints, then removed the crust before chewing it
elegantly.
Tommy gaped at him. "You don’t eat the crust?"
Ben nced at him. He wanted to tell him that he was only minding hygiene, yet at the same time,
he did not want to hurt Tommy''s self-esteem. As such, he held himself back from telling him the
reason.