Now he has only 231 pesetas left except this piece of bread in his hand.
At this time, the exchange rate of the US dollar against the pesetas is one dollar equals 100 pesetas, and now I don’t even have two dollars.
In 1999, Spain has experienced inflation for four years in a row. Now it is the time when prices are soaring. There is not much that these two hundred pesetas can do.
Fortunately, the hotel room is prepaid, otherwise he can’t even afford to stay in a hotel, even the cheapest hotel chain.
But the house he handed over is enough for him to live in until tomorrow. If he can’t find a job again, I’m afraid he’ll have to sleep on the road like those tramps.
I always win, even if I mix badly, it’s not as bad as this
Do you really want him to go through what his brother went through again? Does that mean you have to go to the trash can to eat?
I also want to make some money by taking advantage of my knowledge of being 13 years ahead of the world.
But he soon admitted defeat.
In the previous life, a full-time senior football otaku was not interested in anything but football.
He doesn’t remember the winning number of the first lottery, but he has heard that some stocks are very popular, such as Google and Yahoo, but he didn’t have the start-up capital to gamble … There was an America’s Cup in the summer of 1999, but gambling is not that simple. If you know the outcome of the game, you will always earn a limited amount of money, and it may not make a splash unless you can remember the score of each game, but who will remember the remote game like the America’s Cup so clearly? Changsheng is not a loyal fan of American football. How can he remember it so clearly if he doesn’t let him speak Baidu?
He can’t make money for himself even if he knows something important enough to affect the international political and economic trends.
Can he run to the United States and say to the American government, "I know that something big will happen to you in 21 years, and I will tell you the specific date if you give me a lot of money?" I’m afraid that if he does, he’ll either go to prison or be expelled from the United States directly …
Back to Chinese, real estate is a money-making thing, but on the one hand, he can’t afford to buy a suite without the money, and even if he can afford to buy a house, he will starve to death …
Copying the online novels of the great gods? In 1999, China Internet or Liberals Paradise were written for others to see. Some people looked at them, but they were flattering you and dared to collect money. Taiwan Province can make money, but it’s rare after all, and it’s still that sentence-far from hydrolyzing near thirst, even if he can really make it to Taiwan Province, he’s already hungry and mummified.
Now he has no other means to support him except to find a job at once.
If you really can’t …
Why don’t you just go to a Chinese restaurant and wash dishes?
He should be able to do this kind of work without any technical content and without academic qualifications and work experience.
Pursuing dreams is certainly worthy of respect and blood, but first you have to feed yourself first, or you will starve to death on the road to pursuing dreams. Who is that?
……
I fell into another trance and suddenly felt a little dark in front of me.
When he came to his senses, he found an old man in front of him.
He looked up and observed.
The clothes are neat, but the collocation is weird. It seems to be dragging one thing in the east and pulling one thing in the west. Maybe after ten years, everyone will think that this is a postmodern style, avant-garde and fashionable, but now it feels like there is one-this is a beggar.
The old beggar looked at him in front of Changsheng and silently held out his right hand.
Changsheng looked around at himself, surrounded by people stopping and walking, but the old beggar held out his hand to him as if he had himself in his eyes.
Changsheng didn’t wave to let the old beggar go away and don’t disturb him to think about life.
He spread out his hand to the man in front of him and said, "I’m 231 pesetas, but I can’t give you this money because I live on it myself."
There are a lot of people around, some of them are in a hurry, some of them are walking leisurely around Changsheng and the old beggar, but no one looks at Changsheng here. These people all look as usual and pass by them without even squinting.
Even if westerners pay more attention to privacy, they can’t do anything else, can they?
He felt strange.
But now is not the time to consider that the beggar is still in front of him.
And I won’t stop until I see the sample.
Changsheng revisited him and saw the beggar staring at the bread in his hand. His eyes were full of longing.
This is the staple food of the Spanish people. A long stick-shaped bread is about half a meter long. He chose to buy this bread at first, thinking that if he eats half at noon and keeps half for dinner, he can save less than two dollars in a pocket. He doesn’t even know where to deal with three meals a day.
But now it seems that this dinner is impossible to keep.
He sighed. "Okay, okay, I’ve had a few bites of this bread. If you don’t mind, I’ll break half of it for you."
The other party did not express any objection.
Changsheng carefully broke the bread in half.
He was careful not to spill too much bread crumbs. Now he is not qualified to wave food.
He handed the half he hadn’t bitten to the old beggar.