Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)
Chapter 944

He was extremely quiet, a man of few words.

The villagers asked him, "What's your name?"

He answered mildly, "I forgot. Just call me Ben!"

The men in the village were called Rob, Bob, and so on -nicknames that were easier and friendlier to remember.

"What can you do?"

The man shook his head. "I don't know."

The villagers revealed a look of disdain.

"You're just a pretty boy." Someone spat out these words at him.

He shot a stern gaze at the man, causing him to cower in fright.

After two days and one night on the train, they finally arrived in Imperial Capital.

The villagers paid him no attention and left him at the train station after getting off the train, leaving him to fend for himself.

He looked at the flourishing metropolis, the bustling crowd, and the traffic. This sight seemed to be giving him deja vu.

At this time, a kind villager turned back and took his

hand, saying, "Hurry up, Ben. Don't let Stan Hitchens and the rest leave you behind. You'll be a beggar if you can't find any jobs."

He followed the villagers and walked for a long time before coming to a dirty construction shed.

At the sight of the dirty ground, he stood outside and was reluctant to go in. The sickening and nauseating feeling was impossible to suppress.

Ultimately, he chose to stand at the door as he looked at the villagers inside with disgust.

Stan began assigning work for everyone. "Our boss agreed to keep all of you only because I begged him for a very long time. See those sandbags in front? Your daily task is to unload the sandbags from the truck. You'll get paid 120 bucks a day."

Others started calculating their wages silently. "That's 3,600 dollars a month. That's way more than what we earn from fishing back home."

Stan eyed Ben in an exceedingly cocky manner. "Hey, what about you? Are you doing it or not?"

Ben looked at the sandbags on the construction site. Gray-colored dust was seeping out of the woven bags. He could imagine how filthy he would be at the end of the day.

Ben frowned.

Stan was displeased. He said, "Leave if you can't do it. I hate pretty boys like you who only depend on women

for a living."

Ben was provoked. "I'll do it."

With that, Ben and the villagers settled in the shed.

Initially, he thought that he would be able to adapt to this filthy environment, but after a few days, his stomach problems only grew worse.

Afraid that he would die on the construction site, Stan grabbed a few hundred bucks and handed it to him." Forget it, I don't think you can do this dirty and heavy work. I'll pay for your travel expenses. Go home. Don't die here. I can't afford it."

Ben did not take the money and only dragged his sick body out of the construction shed.

He was a stubborn man. Since he was out here now, he would not go home without earning any money.

That night, he had no place to go and sat on a wooden bench in the park all night. He was suffering from both hunger and gastric problems.

Ultimately, the kind villager Tommy found him and handed him a piece of bread. He did his best to convince him, saying, "Don't be stubborn, Ben. I heard that the construction site that Stan took us to is massive and will take many years to build. We'll be able to get rid of our poverty as long as we stay and work for a few years. We're both the poorest in the village. When we're no longer in poverty, I'll be able to marry a wife and you'll have the money to send Tiger to school."

Ben looked at the bread that was marked by fingerprints, then removed the crust before chewing it elegantly.

Tommy gaped at him. "You don't eat the crust?"

Ben glanced at him. He wanted to tell him that he was only minding hygiene, yet at the same time, he did not want to hurt Tommy's self-esteem. As such, he held himself back from telling him the reason.