Another World: That's too much. I have to start from scratch to get the contribution value.

Chapter 107: 3 Years and a Generation Gap

Anjiu made a prompt decision without any hesitation.

There is already a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and since he is tall and strong, he has all the advantages!

"This isn't fair. I'm still underage, but you're already... a mature person. You need to be sensible when doing things!"

Don't forget, she is the boss who spent contribution points!

Behind him, Pu Huai's breathing suddenly became unstable.

He lowered his head and leaned closer, his tone containing a hint of gnashing of teeth.

"You mean I'm old?"

An Jiu was silent for a moment, then told the truth honestly, "Three years is a generation gap, how about you calculate it?"

"..."

Pu Huai let go of his hand.

Freed from the shackles, Anjiu turned over and sat up, rubbing his hurt wrist.

"One and a half."

"Huh?" She looked over in confusion.

The heavy rain blocked the moonlight, and the room was quiet and dim.

Even at such a close distance, his outline was not very clear. I could only vaguely sense that his eyes were a little colder than usual.

Anjiu reacted quickly.

It means that there is only one and a half generation gaps, which means that -

He is five years older than Xiaojiu and two years younger than me.

Emm, from the outside, you really can't tell at all.

“Captain is a worrying job.”

That was all she could say.

Pu Huai sat on the stool with his arms folded. After looking at her for two seconds, he said nonchalantly, "Indeed."

Then he changed the subject and talked about Anjiu's ability to respond and today's exercise plan.

When it came to business, Anjiu sat up straight and listened attentively.

After that, it officially started, warm-up activation, resistance training...

……

The next morning, Anjiu got up from bed.

My muscles ached all over, especially my abdomen, and I didn't even dare to yawn hard.

The rain outside the window continues to fall.

After a quick wash and breakfast, I went straight to the oil press on the 30th floor according to the address on my work badge.

The aisle outside the workshop was crowded with people, and each person had a few bags of grass seeds, large or small, beside them.

Walking to the closed door, Anjiu knocked.

Soon, an impatient voice came from inside: "It's not time to go to work yet! Don't knock!"

Anjiu: "I'm here to work."

The tightly closed door opened a crack and two fingers poked out from inside.

"Work badge."

She held the sign between her fingers.

He pinched the door with his fingers and retracted it, waiting for the person inside to confirm before opening it.

Behind him was a handsome boy in his twenties.

He tilted his head and glanced, "Come in."

Anjiu slipped in.

There was an incandescent lamp lit in the oil press, which was several times brighter than the dim light in the corridor.

The house is not big, only about 20 square meters, with eight old-fashioned oil presses and other miscellaneous tools placed in the middle.

Someone had arrived earlier than her and was changing into work clothes with the words "Oil Press" written on them.

Including Anjiu, there were four workers in total.

Hearing the noise, they just looked up expressionlessly, then lowered their heads to zip up their clothes.

"You came too late today. Come earlier tomorrow," the boy who opened the door for her threw a work suit at her. "Hurry up and change. We'll open the door soon after you get familiar with the equipment. Don't waste time."

Anjiu caught it, it felt a little heavy in his hand.

It looks like a jumpsuit used for beach-hunting, which is thick and waterproof and needs to be worn from the top.

Anjiu put it on directly over his clothes.

"You will be responsible for the two machines in the middle in a while." The boy pointed his finger directly opposite her. In a blink of an eye, he found that she had put on her work clothes and was putting on her hat.

He raised an eyebrow, "You're pretty quick. Did you hear what I just said?"

Adjusting the brim of his hat, Anjiu nodded, "I'll be in charge of the two in the middle."

"Yes." The boy walked to the side of the machine and pointed at the large red button on it. "This is the start button. It's very simple. You just need to pour the grass seeds in from the opening on top, and soon the oil will flow out from the outlet. Remember to ask them for the oil bottle, otherwise we will not be responsible if it spills on the ground."

At this time, he raised his voice and shouted to the people around him: "Let me say one more thing, everyone, remember, don't be rude! Don't reach in casually, if your bones and flesh are ground, the workshop will not compensate you a penny! You won't be paid for the day's salary, just get out!"

Those people said in unison: "Got it, Brother Wang."

"That's it. Go back to the machines you are responsible for. The door will open in a minute. I will call you when it's time to get off work. Work hard and don't be lazy. Be worthy of the contribution you are paid!"

Brother Wang turned and walked to the desk behind the door, fiddling with the things he needed for a while.

Everyone dispersed and went to their respective posts.

Standing on the left and right sides of Anjiu were two women of a wide age range. They were skilled in their movements and didn't have to think about what to do next. They were obviously veterans.

They were busy debugging the machines, and even if they noticed the gazes coming their way, they acted as if nothing had happened.

No chance for eye contact at all.

Anjiu followed suit. She did whatever they did as long as it was safe.

As a bell rang, Brother Wang stood up and opened the door.

There were densely packed people standing behind the door, carrying bags of grass seeds on their shoulders or on their heads. No one rushed in, but instead waited as quietly as possible.

Brother Wang hung the rope behind the door on the wall to secure it so that it would not be closed. Then he turned around and sat behind his desk. He covered his nostrils with one finger, tilted his head, and slammed his workbooks, making a loud noise, as if there was a thick layer of dust on the desk.

"Okay, you can come in now. Remember, come in one by one. Don't be ignorant of the rules."

The man standing at the front carried a cloth bag and stepped into the door first. When the others saw him, they stopped and dared not move.

The man bowed and flattered, "Manager Wang, thank you for your hard work——"

"Stop! Don't yell, we don't know each other," Brother Wang showed his palm without even raising his head, "Put the bag on the scale."

The man shut up and did as he was told.

Brother Wang glanced at it and tapped the table with his fingers.

"Ten jin, pay ten contribution points here."

"next."

After paying the bill, the man glanced at the workers behind the machine and walked towards the woman on Anjiu's left.

The woman took the cloth bag, placed it on the platform next to the machine, opened the pocket, grabbed a few handfuls of grass seeds and poured them into the oil press. When she was about to press the start button, she looked up at the man.

"lecythus."

"Oh, I forgot."

The man scratched his head awkwardly and pulled out an empty beer bottle from his pocket and handed it over.

"No need to give it to me, just release it from the oil outlet." The woman's voice became even colder.

After putting the bottle in place, she pressed a button, and a deafening grinding sound immediately rang out. As more grass seeds were put in, oil slowly flowed out of the oil outlet.

After watching the whole process, Anjiu had a clear idea in his mind.

Just at this moment, someone stood in front of the machine she was in charge of. He put his pocket on the platform with a thud and also took the initiative to put the oil bottle on it.

Anjiu scooped out the grass seeds from inside, and when they were three centimeters away from the entrance, he let go and poured them in - no tools, just hands.

Then she pressed the button, and a super deafening roar instantly drowned her.