In early May, there was no warehouse company in Flagpole City and the surrounding area to hold an auction, so Li and Du had a holiday. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On the 12th, the Flagstaff Employment Board held a job fair with some local companies, and the two went to apply for a spot in advance, and then hired porters.

The recruitment requirements they put out are two people, and the treatment is a weekly salary of 400 yuan during the probation period, and the salary will be increased by 25% after becoming a regular, but they do not provide social insurance, and they don't care about food and housing.

Early in the morning, the two drove to the Flagpole City Farmer's Market, where an area was cleared and tables, chairs, benches and posters were placed to set up a job fair.

Entering the farmer's market, Hans shook his head and said, "Are these guys from the Employment Council pig-brained? ”

Li Du didn't care: "It's okay buddy, just recruit someone." How many numbers are we? Six-five, right?"

"Yes, this is booth 1, keep going inside. ”

The two walked all the way to the end, and then stood in front of the recruitment position in a daze.

Number 65 was the last spot of the job fair, and next door was the stall in the farmer's market, a meat stall selling pork.

The two big men were dragging a fat pig into the stall, and the fat pig was 'snorting', and the tied little short legs were struggling desperately, apparently knowing what would happen to him if he was dragged in.

The fat pig's voice was loud, and the screams were deafening, making Li Du's face gloomy.

Seeing the two of them, a big man raised his head and asked, "Do you want to buy pork?" There are excellent tenderloin and hind leg meat here, absolutely fresh, how much do you want to buy?"

"Shet, Valletta, hold down the damn fat pig, you have to push hard, I can't pull the horse in front of me!" shouted the other big man.

Hans shook his head and said, "We, uh, we don't buy pork." ”

"Why are you standing here if you don't buy pork?" said the big man unhappily.

Li Du asked, "How much money can you earn a month by killing pigs?" Are you interested in changing jobs?"

"Yes, it's only 6,000 yuan a month to kill pigs, and I'm fed up with dealing with these damn idiots every day! Oh, you're a headhunter, do you have any good jobs?" asked Dahan with great interest.

Li Du shook his head decisively: "Oh, sorry, no." ”

The two of them sat down in a gloomy manner, and Hans muttered, "Shet, how can this be? I have only been away from Flagpole City for a few years, and the market has become like this?

Flagpole City is a small place, the salary is relatively low, they only checked the local economic daily yesterday, here the annual income of 80,000 families are considered middle-class families.

The two pig killers next door to them are the pillars of the two middle-class families. Obviously, the middle class doesn't do porter work.

In addition to the low salary and small population of a small place like Flagpole City, there are not many people who come to look for jobs.

By half past nine in the morning, more than 60 companies had arrived at the job fair, but there were only more than 60 people who came to work, and the market channel was sparse.

Hans slapped his hand on the table impatiently and said, "Doesn't it mean that the United States is in an economic crisis? Why hasn't anyone come looking for a job yet? Haven't the unemployed woken up from hibernation? It's already spring!"

"It's not that the unemployed haven't woken up, it's that they've gone to big places like Phoenix, Las Vegas or Los Angeles to look for work, and who is going to stay in such a small rural town?" said a polite middle-aged man next to him.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Hans quickly stood up and handed him a recruitment brochure: "Come, man, look at our recruitment requirements, maybe this is a good job that God has prepared for you." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not suitable for ......"

"You are not suitable, but it does not prevent you from getting to know it, maybe you know the right person?" Li Du said.

"Yes, God does not let you come to us for no reason. Hans became a devout Christian at this moment.

The two also knew that middle-aged people were not suitable for their jobs, but so far this was the first person to come to their recruitment position, and they could only be dead horses as horse doctors.

The middle-aged man firmly refused: "I probably don't have it by my side, oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Wilbur Russell, the HR manager of Classic Vision Co., Ltd., and our company wants to recruit two video projectionists, are you interested?"

Hans directly threw away the recruitment brochure in his hand, daring to love that this guy is also here to recruit, and he wants to turn against them.

Wilbur is a very patient person, and he began to introduce their company with a lot of words: "Our classic vision is the largest film and television recording and playback company in Flagpole City, with a total of tens of millions of assets......"

"We all have a monthly income of more than 200,000 yuan, what kind of income can you give?" Li Du didn't bother to listen to him.

Wilbur choked on his words, then shook his head and left, saying as he went, "Two fools can brag!"

They were in a bad position, at the back of the job fair, which is understandable, after all, they only recruited two porters, and the employment board didn't pay attention to them at all.

The farmer's market next door was bustling with people, and the pork shop stalls next door were full of people.

Hans later had to hand out leaflets, but in the end he didn't find a suitable porter.

During the period, someone came to apply, but either the requirements were too high, not only the basic salary, but also the commission in the auction, or the physique was not good, and the appearance of the thin otaku made the two very worried about whether he would die suddenly when working.

It was so that until noon, when the sun had risen and shone hotly on the earth, but they still had no harvest.

"Let's go, go have a cold beer and cool off, I feel like there's a volcano buried in my body, or something that's about to erupt. Hans said.

Li Du said patiently: "You go drink, I'll wait a while." ”

Hans shrugged his shoulders and sat down at the table to wait with him.

At this time, several men walked past them carrying wine and meat, one of whom was their acquaintance, Reginald the dog's tail, who was also a treasure picker.

The relationship between the two and Reginald is not good or bad, they have both used each other, but Reginald was pitted more miserably, not only lost money, but also offended Andrew.

But only on the surface, they are still good friends, and when they meet, Hans immediately greets them warmly: "Hey, my good fellow, what a coincidence that we met here." ”

"Ah, Boss Fu and Li, it's really a coincidence. Get a bottle of beer, thank God, I can meet good brothers when I come to the market. Reginald enthusiastically handed them beer.

After greeting each other, they saw the job posting, and one of them said jealously: "Wow, your business is really big, and you have started to recruit porters." ”

Hans shook his head helplessly, "It's just a matter of trying my luck, but in fact, the shit hasn't been touched." ”

Reginald said, "You want porters? With your workload, ordinary porters can't do it, and I happen to have a good recommendation." ”

"Who?"

Reginald said, "Godzilla!"

Several people around him nodded one after another:

"Yes, this guy is a capable porter. ”

"Godzilla is a scary guy, and I bet whoever can recruit him into his command will be like a tiger!"

"I haven't seen him in a while, where has he gone?"