Blood Throne

Chapter 14 Be Fired

On April 17th, the third day of Gu Chaoyang's arrival.

At seven in the morning, Ryan arrived in front of the company.

The company's glass revolving door was still tightly shut. A black signboard hung on the wall on the left side of the door. There were several gold-plated flowery words engraved on it, Williams.

This was the Williams Company that Ryan had served for four years.

Ryan entered and walked more than ten steps forward. There was a small alley there. He turned the corner and entered the back alley.

The back door of the company was opened on one side of the alley, and half-opened. Ryan walked in.

He came to the storage room, came to the wardrobe, took off his clothes, and changed into his uniform.

White shirt, black pants, and red vest. In the past, the youth would feel very proud when he wore these clothes, and he was proud of himself as a member of Williams. Now, of course, he did not have such thoughts.

It was just cheap labor!

In order to hide his abnormality, he had to continue.

Ryan was busy in the shop. He would do whatever the youth did in the past.

After being busy for quite a while, the other employees arrived one after another.

He nodded and responded with a smile. Everything seemed to be the same as before.

Half an hour later, the door of the shop opened. Ryan was standing in front of the door with a smile on his face. This was his job. He kept welcoming guests and seeing them off. He always had a smile on his face, revealing six teeth. It was extremely standard.

After a while, a clerk came over and said that Mr. Devon had something to talk to him about and asked him to go to the office behind.

Usually, during lunch break, Ryan would be called to the office by the company's manager, Mr. Devon. He would help with some chores and practice the accounting knowledge he had learned in the night school. Mr. Devon thought highly of him. Once he graduated from the night school and obtained the accounting certificate, Mr. Devon would promote his position and let him take care of the accounts. He would be separated from the employees who need to welcome guests and see guests off.

So early?

Ryan thanked the shop assistant. Then, he left the lobby and quickly walked to the back office. He went to Mr. Devon's office and knocked on the door. After hearing that he was invited in, he pushed the door open and walked in.

After entering the door, he had a gentle smile on his face.

As always.

Behind the desk, Mr. Devon took off his glasses and looked at Ryan who was standing in front of the desk.

There was some pity in his eyes as if he was looking at a crippled puppy that was left alone in the rain on the street.

"Ryan, I am very sorry..."

Pausing for a moment, he frowned, and his expression was full of pain.

"You are fired!"

Without waiting for Ryan to reply, Mr. Devon lowered his head.

The room was silent for a few seconds before Mr. Devon's voice sounded again.

"Lil' Ryan, this is not what I decided."

He took out a piece of flannel and wiped his glasses.

This was indeed not Devon's intention.

Ryan had come to Williams Company to be an apprentice at the age of thirteen. He had worked diligently for more than four years. He had worked hard and had never been lazy. He rarely made mistakes. So, Devon had trained him hard and gave him time to learn some professional knowledge. Ryan had also listened to him. Even if he only got off work at eight or nine in the evening, he would still need to spend two or three hours studying accounting at night school.

Sometimes, Devon would have such a plan. After he retired, he would let this kid replace him.

However, all of this had come to naught.

Today, he received a call from the second young master, Phillip Williams, and was asked to fire Ryan Charles immediately.

Mr. Devon was very surprised, so he defended Ryan and asked for the reason.

However, Philip did not listen to him, asked him to do it immediately in a very rough tone, and soon hung up the phone.

Philip rarely came to the company. He was mainly responsible for the shipping business of the company and rarely interacted with Ryan. It was impossible for Ryan to offend him.

Devon could not figure out why did he do this.

Even if he didn't understand, he still had to do it. He had always been a worker. Before decades, his ancestor was still a servant of Williams. He had become a steward. Although his status had changed, his nature was no different.

Now, Devon didn't dare to look at Ryan's face.

This was a good child. This job was equivalent to everything he had. Without this job, he had to start all over again. It was hard to imagine.

A seventeen-year-old boy like him was not an adult. No one would accept him as an apprentice. He went to apply for a job without a diploma. If he went to the port to work hard, his thin body would not be able to hold on for long. In the end, he might become a street gangster and rely on stealing to survive.

Life!

It was really unfair!

Mr. Devon touched his hair that had already turned white and sighed.

He put on his glasses and looked up at Ryan.

Ryan lowered his head and stared at his toes, not saying anything.

The attack the night before yesterday did not succeed. Today, he was fired by the company. The person behind was really powerful!

This was to cut off his path of retreat, forcing him to accept the contract that Ronzo had brought and to leave Lanceton for New Continent. The existence of the youth was a hinder to that person.

Seeing that Ryan did not speak, Devon thought that he had collapsed.

For youths like Ryan, if they did not have a job, the best outcome would not be good. They could only wander on the streets to survive. In the end, if he wasn't in prison many times, he would become a nameless corpse on the side of the road. There were very few exceptions.

Devon had seen a lot about this.

He thought about it and no longer hesitated.

Devon opened the drawer and took out a stack of paper currency and a pile of copper coins. He counted them carefully and pushed a few paper currency of different sizes and a few copper coins over to the desk.

"This is your salary for this month. Fifteen Louis and seven Finney..."

Ryan raised his head and nodded woodenly.

"Thank you, sir!"

He took the money and put it in his pocket.

Although he didn't think much of it, Ryan still had a blank expression on his face, as if he didn't know what to do.

"Alas!"

Mr. Devon sighed.

He called to Ryan who was about to turn around and leave.

He frowned and gritted his teeth. Devon stood up and walked out from behind his desk. He took out his wallet from his pouch and took out a white name card from his wallet. He looked down at the name card and hesitated for a moment. Then he handed the name card to Ryan.

"This is the business card of an old friend of mine. He needs people!"

Ryan took the business card and glanced at it.

A few black letters were printed on the white business card.

Albert Cleaning Company.

Below the name was a relatively small string of letters with an address, No. 7 Street on Fifth Street.

Devon's voice rang in his ears.

"My friend company has a special business. If you really don't have a place to go, you can try it here. As for what to do, you will understand when the time comes. When the time comes, whether to do it or not, you should consider it yourself..."

Ryan raised his head.

Devon had a bitter smile on his face.

"If you want to thank me... we can talk about it later."