"Even if you exchange it for the inverted exchange, you can now exchange it for more than 7,000." Tian Mai replied.

"It's not stupid, you can calculate it." Nan Yi looked at Tian Mai's face and said seriously: "You can calculate how much bonus you can get in this wave of market conditions. Don't be crazy about any girl who is beautiful. I don't care if I climb onto your bed, but if it's..."

"No, Mr. Nan, I wouldn't dare even if you lend me two courages." Tian Mai quickly explained without waiting for Nan Yi to finish his words.

"That's good. Men can be lustful, but not without character. Have the resumes of highly educated customers been sorted out?"

"The ones that were previously sorted out, but now there are a lot of new additions every day. You can take away the paper version at any time, but the electronic version needs to be sorted out."

"It's okay. I'll send a copy of the electronic version to my house after get off work today. I'll take a look first."

"OK."

"Go and do your business, I'll take a look here and leave in a while."

After sending Tian Mai back to the apartment, Nan Yi walked to the front of the team and observed the team far away.

Ikeda's business is different from other intermediaries. Ikeda is purely labor export. When he arrives at his destination, he has a job waiting there. He can start working and make money after one or two days. There is nothing stupid.

Other intermediaries are different. If you can’t handle labor exports, you can only get people out in the name of studying abroad. The most advanced service can only be achieved with "three guarantees" - delivery, pick-up, and accommodation.

The agent is responsible for sending the person abroad. After getting off the plane, someone comes back to pick him up. Then the agent rents a broken house for international students to live in. Of course, all this requires extra payment, and there is a difference in rent, so there is a high house to rent a bad house.

When you get abroad, before the novelty has passed, international students have to think about making money by working. They have to go out with a lot of debts on their backs. How can they not make money without thinking about it?

However, there are restrictions on working hours for international students. There are regulations for working hours a month. Moreover, international students also need to go to a language school. Not only do they have to pay a considerable tuition fee, but they also have to attend attendance. Once the attendance fails to meet the standards, they don’t want to renew their visa.

If you want to study, you naturally can’t do full-time jobs, so you can only do odd jobs. However, the reason why odd jobs are called odd jobs means fragmentary and fragmented, and there is no long-term guarantee. Maybe you can do it for a few days, maybe a day, or just one or two hours.

If you are in Tokyo and want to earn 300,000 yen per month by doing odd jobs, you will not talk about the fact that jobs are not necessarily easy to find. You have to work at least four or five odd jobs a day to achieve this goal.

Four or five odd jobs mean four or five different working places, which means at least three or four hours a day has to be spent on the subway.

A more relaxed dishwasher job is priced at 500 yen per hour for international students. Unless you really can’t find a job, no one will choose to wash dishes, but will look for higher-paying and more tiring work.

Looking at Changlong, Nan Yi thought silently, "There should be another group of people wearing masks and holding alarm clocks on the subway in Tokyo."

Four or five odd jobs, like a gyroscope, I fell into peace when I got on the subway, and immediately became sleepy. It was common to sit by the station, which forced me to hold an alarm clock.

"No. 2, Bai Jie; No. 2, No. 2, are you there?"

The two staff members sat at a table and quickly raised their voices and called out.

“It’s here, I’m here.”

In the long dragon, an elderly girl shouted and walked towards the table.

"Take a look."

"for you."

Bai Jie handed a piece of paper to the staff.

"What job did you do before? To be honest, don't make up lies. When you get there, you will arrange your positions according to what you are good at. If you can't handle the position you arranged, the position you will be transferred for the second time will not be that good. Think it through before answering." After reading the license plate, the staff said seriously.

"I...I..." Bai Jie said stumbled.

The staff said dissatisfiedly: "Just be a little bit more straightforward, there are so many people waiting behind."

"I have only been working for half a month and am the waiter in the guesthouse." After a while of confusion, Bai Jie said quickly.

“Reception or cleaning?”

"front desk."

The staff recorded it on the paper, then looked up from top to bottom and looked Bai Jie, "Do you want to go to Japan or the United States?"

"Japan."

"Going to Japan is not about enjoying the happiness, but about suffering. Are you mentally prepared?"

“I’m mentally prepared.”

"Tell you the truth, I don't like you, but I will submit your information up. Whether it will brush you off depends on your own luck. Okay, you can leave. The result will come out the morning after tomorrow and come to see the list in the afternoon."

Seeing that Bai Jie was pretty, the staff patiently explained to her. If a man came over, he wouldn't explain so much.

Women, especially beautiful women, will receive a lot of care invisibly.

"Thank you, thank you."

Before Bai Jie came, she knew the standards for recruiting people here. She knew that she had little chance, but she still wanted to give it a try.

There was already a person in her alley who went to Tokyo to study abroad. The person had a good relationship with her. The letter she sent to her did not report good news or bad news, but told her the real situation. After reading the letter, she did not dare to go out in the form of "study abroad".

At the beginning of this year, a labor shortage occurred in Japan, and many new jobs suddenly emerged; also this year, many Shanghai people who went out first sent back news that "gold is everywhere" to their hometowns;

In addition, this year's price has been rushing, and on the one hand, it is working for 10 months, and on the other hand, it is a high price for 50 or 60 yuan per month. The information reception area is wider and the spirit of fighting is not lost, all the people in Shanghai have tried to go abroad to work, which has led to a "working wave" and intermediaries have ushered in a golden period of making money.

Of course, the most rewarding thing is the dispatch of Ikeda trainees.

Today is different from the past. Most of the people Ikeda exported before were just a few people who had the strength but had no skills. These people had no chance to work as factories in China. When they went abroad, in order to arrange work for them, Ikeda's cost remained high, so naturally there was no big profit.

This wave in Shanghai is different. It is basically skilled jobs in a certain industry. In the past, you can work directly. If you have to worry less, the cost will naturally be lower. Moreover, Ikeda can fight for higher salaries with companies, and the speed of recovering costs will be faster.

"Bai Jie."

Nan Yi smiled knowingly and remembered the name and face. If Bai Jie went out through Ikeda's channel, he would take action to rectify the Shanghai office. Bai Jie obviously did not meet Ikeda's recruitment standards. She was soft and weak, had no skills, and no company would be willing to ask her to be an employee.

If someone wants it, it will definitely not be because of her ability, but the face given by her parents.

After standing there for more than half an hour, Nanyi left and went to the cafe on Sinan Road.

I found a seat to sit down, ordered a cup of coffee, and took the letter paper I bought on the way. Nan Yi picked up a pen and wrote a letter to his pen pal Chen Lu. It was half a month ago that I received Chen Lu's last letter and had not replied to me. I had to hurry up and reply to someone.

He wrote two pieces of letter paper, wrote the letter address and the old villa's mailing address on the envelope, and posted stamps. Nan Yi put the envelope aside and secretly glanced at Lao Kerr, who was looking at the English newspaper on the next table with coffee.

To be precise, I looked at the English newspaper in Lao Kerle's hand, the faint ink, the dim paper, and the headlines of the Sarajevo incident on it. This is a newspaper with a vintage.

Retracting his gaze, Nan Yi glanced at the cafe. Near the bar, there were a wide variety of European furniture and small objects. Then he suddenly realized that it was a compound-operated cafe with antiques.

Standing up and walking to the bar counter to look at each item carefully. Unexpectedly, Nan Yi followed the wooden staircase next to the bar counter to the second floor.

On the second floor, there is also a display stand in the gap between the coffee table, which displays many small objects, mainly paper products.

Nan Yi walked to a stack of newspapers, searched casually and saw a "Shen Bao", which was filled with Fang Mengyin's photo. From the background analysis of the photo, he was taken in this cafe.

I looked at the content of the article again and found that this cafe used to be Fang Mengyin's property, and it was a birthday gift her father gave her when she was ten years old.

Nan Yi was worried about what gift Fang Mengyin gave her for her birthday next year. This is a sleepy person who gave her a pillow. With the newspaper, Nan Yi came to the bar on the first floor and said to the barista standing inside: "Are your boss here?"

"That's the boss."

The barista pointed to the old Kerer who was reading the English newspaper just now.

"Old sir, disturb me." Nan Yi came to Lao Kerr and said politely.

Old Ker took the newspaper away, looked at Nan Yi and said, "What's the matter?"

"What do you call it?"

"Zheng Benz, you can call me Mr. Zheng, please sit down and talk."

"Zheng Benz..."

When Nan Yi heard this name, he immediately thought of Zheng Pingchuan. Zheng Pingchuan’s information showed that he had a younger brother named Zheng Benz, who went to Thailand in his early years.

The skin of the Shanghai and Lao Kele is dark and red, which should be due to excessive ultraviolet rays, which is consistent with the characteristics of long-term living in tropical or subtropical areas.

After sitting down, Nan Yi asked again: "Mr. Zheng, I wonder if you and Mr. Zheng Pingchuan know each other?"

"Do you know my brother?" Zheng Benzi said in surprise.

"I have never met you, but I have a good relationship with Mr. Zheng Pingchuan's granddaughter Yang Kaiyan. My name is Nan Yi."

"Oh, Kaiyan's friend, that's not an outsider. What are you asking for me?"

"Mr. Zheng, are you the boss here?"

"Yes, I used to come here to sit and sit. At the beginning of this year, I bought it." Zheng Benz said, looking around, "It took me two months to get back to my original appearance."

"It's trouble." Nan Yi thought helplessly, "Looking at Zheng Benz's appearance, he obviously has feelings for this place. I guess he has his memories, so it's hard to have."

"Mr. Zheng knows the original boss here?"

"Haha, I know her, but she doesn't know me. The original boss here is the eldest lady of the Fang family. Our Zheng family is just a wealthy family and cannot be compared, not comparable."

"Is it her?"

Nan Yi pointed to the photo of Mengyin above the newspaper.

Zheng Benz glanced at the newspaper and said, "Yes, Miss Fang Mengyin, Mr. Xiaonan knows Miss Fang?"

"Mr. Zheng, a heartless request, I wonder if you can give up your love and sell this cafe to me?"

When he heard Nan Yi's words, Zheng Benz said unhappily: "Mr. Xiaonan, you are a bit of a problem. Here are my beautiful memories, and I don't plan to take action."

"Mr. Zheng, my grandmother is what you call Miss Fang Mengyin and Miss Fang. My grandmother will celebrate her birthday in a few months. I plan to give it to her as a gift, and I also ask you to give it away."

"You are Miss Fang's grandson, then your grandfather is Nan Jieming?"

"Yes."

Hearing Nan Yi's answer, Zheng Benz looked at the cafe again reluctantly, then turned to look at Nan Yi and said, "There are my beautiful memories here, and there are also Miss Fang's memories. If Miss Fang takes over, I am willing to give up my love. 500,000 US dollars, this place belongs to you."
To be continued...