Zhang Minghui's eyes lit up.
For a child like him, the allure of money was greater than that of studying.
He was living under someone else's roof now only because he couldn't support himself. If he had the ability to support himself and pay back the money he owed Jing Xiaocha, he wouldn't need to study anymore.
Thinking of this, he immediately asked, "How much are you going to pay me a month?"
Wen Jin smiled and said, "It depends on what kind of work you can do and how valuable it is."
Hearing this, Zhang Minghui's bright eyes dimmed. After all, he was just a child, with limited abilities and strength.
He bit his lip and said confidently, "I can do a lot of work. I've moved bricks at a construction site and picked up trash..."
Ever since his parents went to prison, Zhang Minghui went through a lot of hardships.
"Today, finish your homework, and when you get to the factory tomorrow morning, I'll arrange something for you."
"Brother Wen, do you think he can do it?"
