Bai Liu looked around and joined the printer queue.
Usually in the real talent market, people will print multiple resumes and put them out many times. The job seekers in the talent market are obviously not rich, and the cost of printing once is high, so Bai Liu noticed that most of them only printed them. A 10 yuan [hard card style] resume.
This kind of resume is a piece of hard cardboard A4 size densely filled with all the contents of the resume, with a hole in the top.
After printing the resume, the group of people naturally took out a rope, passed the hole and hung the resume on their chest, and then went to the talent market.
This kind of peculiar resume attracted Bai Liu's attention. His gaze followed the group of people and found them walking through a long corridor and turning a turn into the talent market.
Bai Liu turned his head, and then he paused.
In fact, after understanding the system here, Bai Liu basically understood that this group of temporary residents who need work to survive and repay loans are the bottom of the food chain of the Sunshine City.
Under the premise that a large number of residents need work to maintain their basic lives, the relationship between supply and demand determines that jobs here are definitely not easy to find. It also means that the position of the person who gives the job will be higher than the job seeker, and the status of the job seeker will be very high. Low.
The job search here is not the same as the job search in reality. It is not the kind of uprightness. The job seeker is given the most basic courtesy and respect. Sitting at the desk in front of the desk, going through the written examination and interviewing individually, and then telling the job seeker. The type of admission.
It is chaotic and naked/naked like a market.
Job seekers with resume signs on their chests squatted like beggars on both sides of the corridor, holding instant noodles and half a bread with a sallow face, looking eagerly at the recruiters who walked by in the middle in suits and ties. , It is like a bunch of human-shaped goods that are waiting to be purchased, and even the trademarks and prices are properly posted.
The recruiters looked around indifferently, and clicked among the job candidates as if they were picking pork: "You, stretch your head over."
The job applicant who was spotted couldn't wait to stretch his head over, craned his neck like a dog so that the recruiter could see the resume hanging around his neck, and said carefully: "You, hello."
The recruiter casually picked up the resume hanging on his chest and took a look: "...a secondary school graduate with three years of work experience, the previous company can still..."
"The salary requirement is five thousand?" The recruiter's tone changed when he read this.
The job seeker immediately said cautiously: "It can be discussed! How much do you think is appropriate?"
"Our expectation for this position is three thousand eight to four thousand." The recruiter said lightly.
The job applicant hesitated. He lowered his head and touched his resume sign, and whispered embarrassedly: "Four thousand is too little. This job requires ten hours of work a day, and it costs three thousand land fees a month. I can only save eight hundred to one thousand. The instant noodles here cost eight yuan a bucket. Even if I only eat two meals a day, every meal of instant noodles will cost four hundred and eight, and there are other..."
"I still want to save money to buy a house." He squatted on the ground, looking like he was kneeling, looking up at the recruiter, his eyes were all begging, "Four thousand I can't live, four thousand five How about it… "
A job applicant with red eyes stood up suddenly and shouted loudly: "I don't need four thousand and five, just give me three thousand and five! Let me do it!"
Another person tried hard to get close to the recruiter. He grabbed the recruiter's trouser legs and looked up to show him his resume hanging around his neck: "Look at me! I'll be fine with three thousand and two!"
"Three thousand! I'll do it for three thousand!"
"Two thousand nine!"
"Two thousand and eight!"
In the initial sluggish eyes of the job applicant, the salary fell all the way to two thousand and five, and finally got stuck on this limit and was scrambled by countless people.
The recruiter seemed to have anticipated this scene long ago. He slapped Hatch slowly, waited until all these people had finished arguing, turned his head to look at the original job applicant, and asked indifferently: "Two thousand five, why?"
The job applicant's eyes were filled with tears little by little. He hung his head and said nothing. The recruiter looked away without stopping, and looked at the other person: "You, stretch your head..."
"Wait!" The job-seeker gritted his teeth and interrupted the recruiter. He seemed to be about to cry. "Three thousand is okay? Two thousand five I really can't live here!"
The recruiter looked at the job applicant who was kneeling on the ground indifferently: "You can't live, do you have anything to do with our company?"
After that, the recruiter shook off the job applicant who was still in place, and ordered another one: "You stretch your head over and show me it?"
The person who was named stretched his head over and said: "I can accept a salary of two thousand and five!"
"Yeah." The recruiter nodded his head, "There are more people who can accept it. If you can't accept it, you can get it with money."
The man squatted back uneasily, shrank his head and responded in a low voice: "... Yes."
The recruiter turned his head and said to the person next to him: "Distribute the test papers to them, hand them in, and inform them for an interview with more than ninety points."
After speaking, the recruiter left under the eyes of everyone. After answering the questions and handing in the papers, the few began to hold the phone and wait unconsciously, praying with their hands together:
"Bless me to call, hurry up and call!"
"Let me get this job!"
At the beginning, the job applicant sat on the ground in a daze with his resume. He was obviously a newcomer: "Why are there still people robbing the two thousand and five jobs? You can't survive at all..."
The job applicant who had finished writing the written test next to him gave him a strange look. His eyes were full of bloodshots from staying up all night: "Of course I can't live a job."
"We all hit two and three copies."
This person asked inconceivably: "Two parts and three parts?! One job requires seven days of work, not counting overtime and ten hours of work. Why do you have time to make two parts and three parts?! Don't you sleep?"
"Sleep? We don't have a room, where can we sleep, and we can't sleep on the street, we can only sleep in the company." This person hit Hatch, with five fingers excitedly, "Furthermore, if we are lucky enough to be in real estate The company works, because the land belongs to them, and the land fee for working in their company is only five yuan per hour! You can still sleep in a sneaky way! Will you make a profit!"
"The company that was about to hire you just now is a real estate company. You didn't agree to really lose money." This person admonished with sincerity, "Next time someone finds you, you can agree to it at two thousand five."
"The salary of two thousand and five is an average price here. We are only worth so much in their eyes, a price just enough for us to survive."
Bai Liu retracted his gaze, he printed a resume, held it in his hand instead of hanging it around his neck, and headed for the talent market.
Most of the people here are temporary residents and house slaves who are in great need of money.
Everyone’s eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and underneath the numb look is a kind of anxiety and despair. Every recruiter who passes by will quickly ignite a light in their eyes, but soon, with the recruitment The person left with the others, and the cluster of lights went out again, becoming weaker and weaker.
When strolling to the second lap, Bai Liu found his team members squatting together from the recruiters.
When they found them, Mu Sicheng was arguing with the recruiter.
"Two thousand and five do you want to hire me?!" Mu Sicheng sneered holding the resume cardboard, his smile was full of hostility, and he felt like he was going to fan the recruiter in front of him with a cardboard in the next moment, "It's so cheap. Why don't you hire a dog for the front desk of your company?"
"I think the dog front desk and the dog company are a good match."
The recruiter also showed anger on his face: "I think you have a good image. Our sales front desk only order you. Don't be ignorant. You don't want the two thousand five thousand jobs. Some people want it!"
As soon as the recruiter's voice fell, the heads of the people next to him immediately lifted up.
It shouldn’t be the first time that Mu Sicheng has encountered this scene. He knew what was going to happen when he saw the formation, and his anger surged: “I’m all scolding dogs for this! You guys don’t think so. Do you owe it?!"
No one cared what Mu Sicheng was saying. Everyone looked up at the recruiter and waited for him to speak.
The recruiter looked around and looked at Mu Sicheng triumphantly: "If you don’t do it, some people will do it. I tell you, don’t say two thousand five, two thousand, or fifteen thousand and some people do it. ."
"What is the difference between these low-level citizens who can't even afford a house and a dog?" The recruiter looked contemptuous and disdainful. It’s already their blessing to live here for a while. Are we doing charity?"
Mu Sicheng's teeth came out: "You fucking..."
Tang Erda, who was next to him, held out his hand darkly and stopped him: "You can't do it. If you use your hand to hurt the ID card, you will be instantly red-named, and the red-named club will be expelled by the patrol. There is no way..." I bought five buildings.
Before Tang Er's words came to an end, a sharp bone whip appeared on the recruiter's neck, and he swiped it straight to the right.
Blood gushed out, and the recruiter covered his bloody throat, the triumphant look on his face became panicked, gasping for breath, reached out his hand and took his mobile phone from his pocket to call the police.
A pair of blood-stained hands took out the phone from the recruiter’s pocket unhurriedly. Bai Liu smiled and knelt down and shook the phone in his hand at the recruiter who was lying on the ground and struggling with his throat. "Are you looking for this?"
[System warning: It is detected that the player Bailiu killed an NPC, and the city ID card is turned into a red name status, from a temporary resident status to a wanted criminal status! 】
Tang Erda tensely looked at Bai Liu who was squatting on the ground: "Bai Liu, our task is to own five buildings. Killers will be expelled and cancelled the resident status of Sunshine City, let alone owning a house here."
Bai Liu waited until the recruiter died before looking up at his team members. He seemed to smile, "Captain Tang, your focus is wrong. We have five buildings in total, not me."
"It is impossible for this copy to use the normal way to solve five buildings within a week. It has to take some unconventional ways. Moreover, this is a team game copy. Everyone must have a division of labor. As long as there is one person in our team, it is normal. Residents can own the property rights. Others don’t have to care about the resident status of this city."
Bai Liu stretched out two fingers, rummaged through the deadly recruiter, found a resident ID card, some written recruitment documents, and finally found a real estate certificate from the inner mezzanine.
[System reminder: Congratulations to the player Bai Liu for killing a (homeowner) and obtaining the real estate certificate for a suite on the 18th floor of Building 17, Building A! 】
[After the death of the homeowner, he will turn into a ghost and wander around in his room, attack all those who enter his room, and turn the house into a haunted house, which is not so good! 】
[System reminder: Ask the player Bai Liu to go to the location and get a haunted house after handling the ghost of the host! 】
Bai Liu smiled and got up, his fingers clamped the bloody real estate certificate: "It seems that my thinking is right."