"Oh? Why is that? This job pays much more than your current one!" The same smile appeared, but now it felt different in your eyes.
"You're right. This job is simple, but I despise the feeling of idleness. I'd rather wash dishes or work as a janitor than stand like a wooden stick in front of someone else's gate," you said coldly.
"But you should know that this is a cushy job. You only need to stand for an hour a day, and you'll earn Four Hundred Galactic dollars for that hour. The rest of your time is entirely yours..."
"I decline," you interrupted the middle-aged man.
"Mu Yun, I need to tell you, you have no choice. I've already replaced your original position at the restaurant, and all jobs at our school this year have been arranged. This is the only spot left for you—there are tens of thousands of people waiting in line behind you." The middle-aged man's expression began to change.
