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......

I don't want to mention my name, I guess you are not interested in it either.

In this city, I am just a little person. There will never be a fourth person who can remember my name except me, my wife, and my landlord.

But this is pretty good, because I don't want more people to know me either.

Unless they can give me some money, a job, or anything that can make my life a little better.

But... in this huge world, there is no such person. Those wealthy people would rather spend their money on the pets they raise than throw them into the wallets of ordinary people like us...

But this is also fair. After all, pets can bring them joy, and we can only make this city even more annoying.

......

I am 26, 28, or 30, and I don't remember it very much.

In Gotham, your age can change at will within a range, as long as it is not so outrageous. When the job you find requires a young man, you are a young and strong guy. When the recruitment information says that you need an experienced and mature guy, you can be a scheming bastard. In short, your age, your name, your dignity, and even your pitiful worldview are all existentially to make your supper more abundant. As long as they cannot make you live better, everything you insist on is worthless.

So over time, I have forgotten my true age... Of course, this doesn't matter.

......

I have had many jobs, but not very long-term. I have worked as a doorman, security guard, cleaner, deliveryman, and even worked groceries in a circus for a few days. There seems to be a common problem with these jobs, that is, their bosses always like to deduct them for various reasons when you are about to pay your salary. You can only swallow the words cursing them and greet them with a smile, otherwise you will be rolled up with a bedding and get out of it.

Although I wish I could go up and tear their faces apart every time, when I thought that they also needed to pay taxes, and to let their industries survive, and there were hungry children at home, I felt relieved again. Because they seemed to be like me, all of them were rushing to survive.

More pressure can be exchanged for more bread, which seems fair... Then, the city seems fair.

So...what is the unfairness?

I don't know, but this is not important. In short, this is the way to survive in this city.

This fair but rotten city is like a dark swamp, the police and courts are corrupt, the gangs and bureaucrats are in unison, some are extravagant and some are poor, like a piece of cheese covered with thick butter on the outside, with bright and beautiful surfaces and holes inside, but no matter what, these good and bad have already mixed into the same flavor.

Since it is the same taste, then it is the same fairness...

So... it's better not to talk about this nonsense here, let's get back to the topic.

I'm unemployed again...

......

I always lose my job, make all kinds of mistakes in various positions, and then get kicked out of all kinds of doors. This time, when I was patrolling the chemical factory, I kept the wild cats falling into the raw materials of bleach, causing a pot of materials to be scrapped... I just found this job for two days... Well, I didn't complain about anything about it, I'm used to it.

The only thing that made me complain was that 10 days later, it was my wife's birthday, and I wanted to give her a gift that looked pretty good.

It was a lipstick, and a month ago, I saw that lipstick in a convenience store cabinet, which was worth $1... To be honest, although I don't understand these things, I promise that the lipstick looks like it's worth two dollars, or even three dollars.

It's so beautiful that Jenny will definitely like it hers.

But... because I was unemployed, I didn't have any income until the next job came. If I bought a gift, then I would most likely not be able to provide rent for the next month.

Well, by her birthday, I will find a job, I will definitely...

......

I walked towards my home along the familiar street. I have been walking on this road for many years, and it has not changed at all, just like my life.

On the way, I passed by the convenience store again... This convenience store is quite large, otherwise it would not have set up a cosmetics counter.

As usual, I walked towards its gate.

I'm going to buy tonight's bread... Of course, I have to check if the lipstick has been bought. I have to check it out every day, haha, although this makes people wonder if I am a pervert who likes to apply lipstick, but...whatever it is.

However, when I actually came to the door, I felt a little panicked because I saw a woman standing in a convenience store. Her clothes were quite weird, and she just blocked the door of the convenience store.

So I was hesitating whether to push the door open and hit her to remind her to block the words. At the same time, I also secretly prayed that this woman should not see the lipstick...

But just as I was thinking, the woman seemed to suddenly recover from her senses. She turned around and actually opened the convenience store door and passed by me.

I don't know why she turned around and came out after entering, but at that second I saw her smiling at me, and I noticed the color on her lips, which was very beautiful... If Jenny also put on lipstick, she would definitely be as beautiful as well.

Well, now is not the time to think about this, I have to go and see if the lipstick is still there.

Fortunately, it still lies quietly in the cabinet...

One dollar. That's how it's priced.

I looked at it and hesitated again. I had this personality and I was always unable to pay attention to some things. On the one hand, I felt a little heartbroken when I bought it now, but I was also afraid that if it took a few days, it would be bought by others.

When I chose to sway left and right like phobia, I thought of the beautiful smile of that woman again...

She made me determined, so I opened the window and picked up the lipstick.

"One dollar, is that?"

I said to the cashier at the convenience store.

"Oh, yes." He responded to me.
Chapter completed!