He could only treat the coffee shop's bar as his own territory and reject anyone who came too close.
In his eyes, Shasili, who could only move one hand for the time being, was ten times better than those slovenly ghosts.
When Mrs. Cha stepped into the coffee shop and couldn't help but pick up the broom, Mr. Poincaré offered her what she saw as a 'sky-high' generous salary.
Ten thousand Thai Baht a month, the job was to keep the coffee shop and the rooms upstairs clean and tidy every day, and if she could cook, she could get an additional five thousand Thai Baht.
This salary was three times that of her husband Chakdi!
Chakdi didn't know what was going on either; within just two days, his family had suddenly stepped into the middle class.
They had a house, a boat, both spouses had stable jobs, and he could take on some private jobs to supplement the family income during his free time.
