Chapter 382: How to Own Five Buildings

Bai Liu looks around and joins the queue for the printer.

Usually in the real job market, people print multiple copies of their CVs and put them out multiple times, but job seekers here in the job market are obviously not wealthy and the cost of printing once is high, so Bai Liu noticed that most of them only printed one [hard card] CV for $10.

This is a hard cardboard A4-size sheet with all the contents of the CV written in a dense manner, with a hole perforated at the top.

After printing out their CVs, the group naturally pulled out a string, put it through the hole and hung it on their chests, then walked to the job market.

This peculiar resume attracted Bai Liu's attention, and his eyes followed the group as they walked through a long corridor and turned a corner into the job market.

Bai Liu tilted his head, then he paused.

After learning about the system here, it was clear to Bai Liu that this group of temporary residents, who needed to work to survive and pay back their loans, were at the bottom of the food chain in this sunny city.

With a large number of residents needing jobs to make a basic living, supply and demand dictate that jobs are not easy to find here, and that also means that the person giving the job will have a high status in relation to the job seeker and the job seeker will have a low status.

The job search here is not like a real job search, it is not the type where you sit in front of a desk with the minimum of courtesy and respect and go through the written test and interview rounds individually and then tell the candidate if they can be hired.

Rather, it is as chaotic and naked as a marketplace.

Job seekers with their CVs on their chests squatted like beggars on both sides of the corridor, their faces waxed yellow, holding noodles and half a loaf of bread, looking thirstily at the suit-and-tie job seekers walking through the middle, like a pile of human commodities waiting to be bought, with their logos and prices properly labelled.

The recruiters look around indifferently, nudging the applicants like they're picking out pork: "You, stick your head out here for a second."

The candidate who had been named was eager to stick his head out, stretching his neck like a dog so that the recruiter could see his CV hanging around his neck, and spoke cautiously, "Hello, how are you?"

The recruiter absently picked up the resume hanging on his chest and glanced at it: "...... secondary university undergraduate degree, three years of work experience, previous company is okay ......"

"Salary requirement five thousand?" The recruiter's tone changed as he read it.

The job seeker immediately said with trepidation, "Negotiable! How much do you think is appropriate?"

"We are expecting three thousand eight to four thousand for this position." The recruiter said blandly.

The job seeker hesitated, he lowered his head and touched his resume plate, whispered with difficulty, "Four thousand is too little, this position has to work ten hours a day, it costs three thousand a month for land, I can only save eight hundred to one thousand, the noodles here all cost eight dollars a bucket, even if I only eat two meals a day, each meal of noodles will cost four hundred and eighty, and the rest ......"

"I still want to save money to buy a house." He was half crouched on the floor, looking as if he was kneeling, looking up at the recruiter with a pleading look in his eyes, "I can't live on four thousand, how about four thousand five ......"

A red-eyed job seeker suddenly stood up and yelled out, "I don't need 4,500, just give me 3,500! Let me do it!"

Another man struggled to get closer to the recruiter, he grabbed the recruiter's trouser leg and looked up to show him his CV hanging around his neck: "Look at me! I'll be fine for three thousand two!"

"Three thousand! Three thousand and I'll do it!"

"Two thousand nine!"

"Two thousand eight!"

To the dumbfounded eyes of that initial job seeker, the salary slid all the way down to two and a half thousand, finally stuck at that threshold and being fought over by countless others.

The recruiter, who seemed to have anticipated this scene, snorted slowly, waited until all these people had finished arguing, turned his head to the initial job seeker and asked indifferently, "Two thousand five hundred, why?"

The job seeker's eyes filled with tears little by little, he hung his head without speaking, and the recruiter averted his gaze without pause to look at another person: "You, stick your head out here ......"

"Wait!" The job seeker interrupted the recruiter through clenched teeth, he seemed to be on the verge of tears, "Is three thousand okay? Two and a half thousand I just can't survive here!"

The recruiter looked indifferently at the kneeling job seeker: "Does it matter to our company if you don't survive?"

Having said that, the recruiter waved off the job seeker who was frozen in place for a moment and nodded to the other one: "Would you stick your head out here and show me?"

The man who was named eagerly reached over and said, "I can accept a salary of two and a half thousand!"

"Hmm." The recruiter nodded a little at the sight, "There are more than enough people who can take it, it's not like there's money to be had just because you can."

The man crouched back down numbly, scowling and whispering in response, "...... yes."

The recruiter turned his head and instructed the person next to him, "Distribute the written test papers to them, hand them in when they are ready, and notify those with ninety points or more of an interview."

After that, the recruiter left under the eyes of the crowd, and the few who had finished answering the questions and handed in their papers began to wait deliriously with the phone in their hands, praying with folded hands.

"Bless me come call soon, call soon!"

"Let me get the job!"

The job seeker at the beginning sat down in a trance clutching his CV, he was obviously a newcomer: "Why are there still people grabbing jobs for two and a half thousand, it's impossible to live ......"

The job seeker next to him, who had finished writing his written test, gave him a strange look, his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night: "Of course you can't live on one job."

"We all play two for three."

The man asked incredulously, "Two and a third? How do you have time to work two and three parts when you have to work seven days at a job and ten hours not counting overtime? Don't you sleep?"

"Sleeping? We don't have a room, where can we sleep, it's not like we can sleep on the street, we can only sleep in the office." The man snorted and looked excited as he gestured out five fingers, "Besides, if I'm lucky enough to work for a real estate company, because they own the land, I'll only have to pay five dollars per hour for the land I work on in their company! And you get to sneak in a little sleep! It's a huge profit!"

"The one that just asked for you is under the real estate umbrella, and it's really quite a loss for you not to say yes." The man admonished with genuine emotion, "Next time you're approached, two and a half thousand is all you need to say yes."

"Two and a half thousand is the average price here, that's all we're worth in their eyes, a price that's just enough to keep us alive."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze and printed out a copy of his CV, which he held in his hand rather than around his neck, and walked to the job market.

Most of the people here are temporary residents and house slaves and are in great need of money.

Each man's eyes were bloodshot, a shadow of anxiety and desperation hidden beneath a numb expression, and each recruiter who passed by them caused a quick light to flare up in their eyes, but soon that light went out again, becoming fainter and fainter, as the recruiter led the others away.

On the second lap, Bai Liu found his own team members crouched together among the recruiters.

When I found them, Mu Sicheng was arguing with the recruiter.

"You want to hire me for two thousand five hundred? Mu Sicheng sneered with his resume cardboard, his smile was so hostile that it felt like the next moment he was going to slap the recruiter in front of him with a cardboard, "So cheap, why don't you go hire a dog for your company's receptionist?"

"A dog front desk and a dog company I think go well together."

The recruiter also had anger on his face: "I ordered you because you have a good image and we need you for the front desk of the sales building, don't be ignorant, you don't want this 2,500 job, there are plenty of people who want it!"

As soon as the recruiter's words left his mouth, the heads of the circle of people next to him immediately lifted up.

Mu Sicheng must not have encountered this scene for the first time, he knew what was going to happen as soon as he saw the situation, and his anger instantly surged: "I've called you a dog for doing this! Don't you guys feel indebted for rushing up to me?"

No one paid any attention to what Mu Sicheng was saying, and everyone looked up at the recruiter, waiting for him to say something.

The recruiter looked around and also looked at Mu Sicheng with his chest clasped in triumph: "If you don't do it, then there are plenty of people who do it. I tell you, not to mention 2,500, 2,000, 1,500, there are plenty of people who will do it."

"What's the difference between these lowly citizens who can't even afford a house and a dog?" This recruiter looked contemptuous and disdainful, "Willing to pay them to work, to stand on the ground in Sunnyside for a little longer, to live here for a little longer is already a blessing for them, it's us doing charity, okay?"

Mu Sicheng's teeth are bared: "You fucking ......"

Tang Erda next to him reached out to stop him with a dark look: "You can't do it, if you do it to hurt someone your identity card will be instantly red, red will be expelled by the patrol and you won't be able to ...... buy five buildings.

Before Tang Erda could say a word, a sharp bone whip appeared around the recruiter's neck and slashed cleanly to the right.

Blood spurted out and the recruiter covered his blood-soaked throat opening, the smug look on his face turning to panic as he panted heavily and reached into his pocket for his mobile phone to call the police.

A pair of bloodied hands nonchalantly pulled the phone out of the recruiter's pocket, Bai Liu smiled and half-kneeled down, shaking the phone in his hand at the recruiter who was lying on the ground covering his throat and struggling, "Is this what you're looking for?"

[System Warning: Player Bai Liu has been detected killing an NPC, the city ID card has been changed to red name status, from temporary resident status to wanted criminal status!

Tang Erda looked tautly at Bai Liu who was crouched on the ground: " Bai Liu, our mission is to own five buildings, killing someone will get us evicted and disqualified as residents of Sunnyside, let alone owning a house here."

Bai Liu waited until the recruiter had gulped before looking up at his team, he smiled wryly, " Captain Tang, you've got the wrong focus, it's that we're going to own five buildings in total, not that I'm going to have five buildings."

"It's impossible to solve this copy by the normal route with five buildings in a week, you have to go through some unconventional route, and it's a regimental copy, everyone has to have a division of labour, we just need one person in our team to be a normal resident and can have the right to own the house, the others don't have to care so much about being a resident of this city."

Bai Liu stretched out two fingers and rummaged through the dead recruiter, finding a resident ID card, some recruitment papers for a written test and finally a property card from the inner compartment.

[System Alert: Congratulations to player Bai Liu for killing a (homeowner) and obtaining a property deed for a suite on the 18th floor of Block 17 in District A!

[When the owner dies, he will wander around his room as a ghost, attacking anyone who enters his room and turning the house into a murder house, which is not good!

[System Alert: Ask player Bai Liu to go to the location and get a murder house after dealing with the ghost of the house owner!

Bai Liu smiled as he rose to his feet, his two fingers clasping the bloodstained property deed: "Looks like I was on the right track."