Just as he was lost in thought, a foreman had already approached with a rubber baton, raising his hand and striking his body.
"You lazy bastard, who told you to stop?"
The stinging pain on his body reminded Jiao Ao of his "character" setting.
A worker at the Chicago reaper factory, working 16 hours a day, with a daily wage of 1.5 US dollars.
What?
What does it mean to have a daily wage of 1.5 US dollars while working 16 hours?
Damn it, even when he was in the Chaotic Blade Association, lazy as he was, he earned more than that, how's he supposed to get by?
1.5 US dollars couldn't even buy a glass of water in Night City (He hasn't learned about inflation, and the local name for Orokin is European Dollar)
The aching pain from various parts of his body told Jiao Ao that his body was at its limit.
Yet the foreman kept hitting him with the baton, urging Jiao Ao to work faster.
Meanwhile, Jiao Ao also understood the current time
The time was July 1886
