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Chapter 1704 work

Although it's expensive, General Manager Vincent doesn't want to return it or anything. After all, all the products are necessary. No one is willing to give up any one of them, and even makes people want more.

As for the problem of money, it is not a problem for Mr. Vincent, who is in the position of general manager. Nowadays, the management of both the government and the organization is very chaotic. As long as the mine is done well, there are many opportunities to make money.

As for assistant Logan, serving Mr. Vincent well is his biggest responsibility. Although Mr. Vincent was a little dissatisfied with spending too much money, the other party was not particularly angry, and then comforted him and even rewarded him.

A small tip.

Logan is a personal entourage hired by General Manager Vincent. His basic salary is not much, and only the tips after running errands are worth looking forward to.

After serving the big shot, he went home to rest. It was already late at night. Logan was tired and hungry after running around all day. He touched the tip in his pocket and decided to treat himself to something - he was in the supermarket during the day.

I saw a small shop for buying food nearby that seemed good.

Walking to the street where the shop is located, Logan saw a lot of people gathered here. There were police cars patrolling nearby, and everyone was relatively well-behaved. Before and after he walked in, he saw a big pot with various ingredients at the door of the shop.

Just cook it in a big pot.

Nowadays, those who can open shops are all big shots. When Logan was shopping during the day, he heard that even such a small shop was the property of a bishop-level figure in the church. And judging from the crowds of people who came to shop, business seemed to be good.

"What do you want to order?" The store was small, with a few light bulbs lit by batteries, and three or five employees were busy. An employee stood in front of the big pot and asked Logan, who was squeezing up.

The hot soup is boiling in the big pot, and it smells delicious. Various ingredients are constantly emerging from the bubbling water, which is very appetizing.

"What are these?" Logan has never seen this way of eating, but it feels pretty good. There is a price tag on the big pot, and it doesn't seem expensive.

“Spicy hotpot.”

"What?"

"Ma-spicy-hot." The clerk said three words, then shrugged and said that's the name of this thing, "Don't ask me why it's called this? I don't know, but I promise it tastes good."

"It's a bit like the 'Oden' in Japanese cuisine, and also like the 'Army Hot Pot' in Korea." Logan was also happy. He was highly educated and knowledgeable.

"No." The clerk shook his head, "This is a Chinese way of eating. It is said to be recommended by His Majesty the Emperor of the Aurora Legion. Our food seasonings are all imported."

The clerk grabbed a used packaging bag with the words "Spicy Hot Pot Base" written on it. No one at the scene could understand it, they only knew that the food cooked with this stuff tastes great.

There are many types of ingredients in the cauldron, which are very characteristic of the wasteland. There is an abundant supply of luncheon meat, the ‘Supreme’ instant noodles are cheap and large in quantity, the vacuum-packed quail eggs are also good, and there are also rice noodles, something that Americans rarely eat.

"Vegetables are grown on our own farm. Would you like some potato slices and radish slices? This is the lowest price." The clerk introduced patiently.

Logan was amused by the smell in the cauldron and his mouth watered. In addition, there were people urging him from behind. He squeezed the money in his pocket and said, "Give me some. I'm hungry. I should be able to finish a little more."

.”

A large stainless steel bowl was quickly filled with food, piled high and full of food. The price was really not expensive, and Logan could afford it. He held the big bowl, took the fork handed over by the clerk, and slowly

Go and sit down at the table next to you.

Americans have a heavy taste, and many so-called 'Chinese food' in Chinese restaurants are sweet, sour and greasy to suit American tastes. Americans don't like 'Chinese food' as much as they imagine, but no one is paying special attention to the so-called 'Chinese food' these days.

American Taste' up.

The taste of 'Mala Tang' is also strong and mixed. The mixture of various flavors makes Logan addicted to eating. He quickly ate a large bowl to the bottom, and when he was about to drink up all the soup, someone suddenly came.

Called 'Logan'.

When Logan looked up, he saw a slovenly man sitting next to him. The man looked at the soup base in his hand in surprise and said, "Oh, the food is really good. Have you found a job?"

"Uh..." Logan hesitated for a while. He really couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, so he could only nod along the end of the sentence and said: "Yes, I found a job."

"The job there?"

"From the Bingham Copper Mine."

"Oh..., it's not bad to be a miner now. I saw with my own eyes that many miners came to the city for shopping today. They bought a lot of goods casually. No wonder you can afford such good food. It turns out that your life is guaranteed.

"The sloppy man looked at Logan with envy.

"It's a little better now than it was in the past." Logan didn't want to say that he was actually just running errands for others. After all, talking about working at the 'Bingham Copper Mine' was obviously a very respectable thing. He looked at the other person's eyes and stared at his own.

Iron Bowl, subconsciously asked, "You haven't had dinner yet?"

"Oh, yes. If you don't mind." The sloppy man scratched his messy hair, reached out and snatched the iron bowl from Logan's hand.

Logan's original intention was not to treat the other party to a meal. He didn't want to give it, but the other party's dirty fingers touched the bowl. He immediately lost his thoughts of fighting and could only watch the other party happily eat what was left of him.

I ate all the soup base and almost licked it clean.

"You haven't found a job yet?" Logan was almost full, so he decided to chat with the other party.

"It's better now than in the past. At least you can get some odd jobs from time to time. But it's hard to find a stable job." The sloppy man waved his finger around the shop, "Why do you think these people gather here? Everyone is here to find a job.

.”

The sloppy man's finger finally pointed to the side of the 'Mala Tang' shop. Only then did Logan realize that there was another closed shop in the dark. The sign at the door was a place recruiting workers. Now he felt excited, and he was so excited.

I ran to the recruitment notice and took a few glances at it.

The sloppy man followed behind and explained: "After the free trade agreement was signed, there were more job opportunities. The mine recruited more than 20,000 people in one breath. In addition, the church also hired 2,000 truck drivers, and the railway

It also requires a lot of manpower.”

"There will be more and more job opportunities, and life will get better." Logan also agreed. Compared with the torment of day and night in the past, at least he is quite satisfied now. This must be thanked to the 'His Majesty the Emperor', although the things he sells

Very expensive.

"But jobs are not available casually. The requirements are quite high." The slovenly man sighed, "For example, the church only recruits its own internal personnel, so high-paying positions will definitely not go to outsiders. Those of us who have fled can only do a few jobs.

Odd jobs.”

The positions posted by the recruitment office are really service jobs, and the working conditions are quite harsh and the pay is low. But even so, there are still a lot of people vying for it. Most of the people near the Malatang shop are not here for dinner.

Instead, he was waiting to recruit workers the next day.

"But I heard that the Aurora Legion occasionally releases jobs with very high salaries, but the requirements are also very high, and ordinary people can't apply for them." The sloppy man pretended to be mysterious and said, "The number is small, and the competition is very fierce. You can even get a job.

Provoke a duel."

"Duel?" Before Logan could figure out what the position was, a car suddenly drove over by the roadside, and several people appeared with large notices.

As soon as he saw these people, the slovenly man jumped over as excited as if he was electrocuted, and asked loudly: "Is there any job? I am willing to devote all my loyalty to your majesty!"

Logan was startled and subconsciously ran forward. At this time, the crowd gathered around the Malatang shop all squeezed in. Logan felt that the surrounding space was shrinking rapidly, and it was so crowded that it was difficult to breathe.

But everyone is still trying their best to ask what kind of work is available?

"Come here and get some kicking dogs. Those with experience will be given priority. We need architects who understand high-level languages. They will be treated favorably and will be paid according to legion standards." The visitor simply jumped on a car and shouted loudly. "Anyone who is familiar with high-level languages ​​​​

Database ones are also fine, we all want them."

When Logan heard this, his whole body was agitated, and he shouted ecstatically: "I am just a kicked dog. I am a graduate of MIT. I have been waiting for His Majesty's call for a long, long time!"

After saying this, Logan's tears also flowed out, and all the pain in his heart burst out - in the end of the world, a kicked dog has no human rights. It is not easy to survive until now. It is so hard to wait for His Majesty!


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