"Frank, I've stopped washing my hands..." Gary said to Frank.

Gary's department provides jobs for people. In short, it is a job that specializes in helping people find jobs and promotes employment.

However, Gary is not an intermediary, but a government department. He does not receive a commission when introducing work, and he gets a dead salary. The monthly salary he earns is not enough to support his family.

But as the saying goes, cats have cats, rats have rats, and even small positions have special ways to make money.

Gary has a "special list" in his hand, which are full of dangerous jobs, and can get jobs with "work injury", such as falling off a scaffold, pricking metal chips into his eyes, being bitten by a dog, scalding, etc., specially prepared for speculators like "Frank" who plays edge balls.

The former "Frank" was only able to get a disability payment through Gary. Of course, Gary didn't help for nothing. After the matter was done, he would take a commission from it.

‘Frank’ and Gary are old friends. Frank wants to find a job and earn money, so he found Gary through memory.

"What I want is not the position on the 'special list' in your top drawer, but a serious job," Frank said.

"Oh, then there are many positions here, pizza deliveryman, alcohol salesman, hourly nanny, truck driver, Mi Qing donation... Well? Oh, it was divided into the wrong category..." Gary was a little surprised. This was not the style of Frank he knew, but he still introduced many vacant positions.

"I have some special requirements here," Frank said.

"What's the requirement?" Gary nodded. This was the Frank he knew.

"I'm still receiving a disability payment. I don't want the disability payment to stop. You know what I mean." Frank said tactfully.

"You have not stopped your disability payment, and you still have to work?" Gary was a little surprised.

"Because I need money," Frank said bluntly.

"That's more troublesome. You can't formally submit your resume and file it. Moreover, you can't work outside in public. If you are discovered by the disabled association, your disability payment will be gone." Gary frowned and said.

The Disability Association also knows that some people will pretend to be disabled and defraud disability subsidies. In order to cope with these situations, there is a special kind of "hunter" who catches these people who pretend to be disabled to make money. There is video or picture evidence that can prove that the person is fake disability and will reward irregular amounts of money.

"Although there are positions that meet your requirements, there are not many..." Gary typing on the keyboard.

"I can do this." Frank said, pointing at one of the computer screens.

"Translation? Can you do it?" Gary doubted.

"It should be no problem." Frank nodded.

"Then you fill in this form." Gary took out a form and handed it to Frank.

The table contains some basic information, education, experience in translation, and areas of translation. After all, there are so many words in the world, it depends on which words you are good at translating.

Frank naturally filled in Chinese, English and Chinese. Now it can be said that both Frank's native languages ​​are Frank's, so there is absolutely no problem in translating, which is also his "golden finger".

However, there are barriers to formal translation. It requires language-type certificates and can translate professional content, such as company documents, legal documents, etc., and you can make a lot of money.

Frank is a part-time job, and there is no threshold, so he can only accept some basic documents.

But for Frank, no matter how much he earns, he can make money now. What else can he ask for when an old man in his fifties, without diplomas or work experience?

"Chinese? You can also speak Chinese. This is a foreign language with a very high difficulty. The related lists are more expensive than other languages."

"You go back and add this email address. He will arrange a list for you at that time to see what order you will take..." Gary handed Frank a note.

"Thank you." Frank took the note and thanked him.

After leaving the office, Frank did not go home directly, but wandered on the street, holding a big bag and rummaging on the trash can to pick up plastic bottles, cans, etc., and wanted to pick up waste and sell them for money.

I guess no time traveler will be as miserable as Frank, and he is forced to pick up waste by money.

The situation in the story where you can make a lot of money casually is not realistic at all. It is not that simple to make money in reality. As the saying goes, money is hard to make and it is hard to eat.

Frank didn't feel anything embarrassing about picking up waste. His family was so poor that he couldn't get rid of the blame. He still cared about whether he was embarrassed or not. Moreover, the former "Frank" was also the one who often digged food in the trash can.

Although Frank found the translation job, the translation may not have made much money by picking up garbage. Anyway, Frank did not see other old men and women picking up garbage, and no one snatched him bottles and jars.

In fact, in "Frank's memory, there are many nonsense who make money, and they are not as tired as they can't use it.

For example, if you use Liam to beg, carry Liam on his back, at the entrance of the supermarket, or in a traffic jam, simply wipe the car window with a rag and install it as a pity, you can get a lot of money. If you are lucky in a day, you can get hundreds of dollars.

You should know that his monthly disability payment is less than 700 yuan.

In addition, mix some flour and other powders and disguise them as white powder to take out. If you can cheat one or the other, you can go to the gay bar, and sell mouths and chrysanthemums.

That's right, "Frank" has done such things before. Although he is not a gay man, he has never done anything gay man has done. He has done everything and his whole body has been developed. Frank dares not recall more about the memories of this aspect.

"Frank" used tricks to make money by using cheating methods, but Frank really couldn't do it, so he could only find ways to make money in his own way.

While picking up waste, Frank thought about how to improve his relationship with children and how to make money to subsidize his family.

"Wait, it seems like there is a sum of money..." Frank stomped a bottle and threw it into the bag. Suddenly he remembered something, and his movements stopped suddenly.

Based on my memory, Frank found an email address, took out a bunch of letters inside, and searched carefully. Most of them were bills, spam advertisements, etc.

"Not this, not this... Ha! Found it!" Frank pulled out an envelope.

Open the envelope and there was a check inside.

Frank's excitement lasted less than half a minute, and his brows frowned, recalling what the money was for the check. According to "Frank's memory, it seemed that he would come to this email address every month to take away a check.
Chapter completed!