Liancheng also discovered the recent anomaly in Zhaoping City.

It's not just because of the gradual growth of cultivation and knowledge, but also the gradual increase in the number of monks encountered. Instead, cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods have emerged one after another, and they have begun to interfere too much in the lives of ordinary people.

This trend is very wrong.

It even affected Liancheng's plans. Tiger Rose has only been established for a long time, and it takes time and experience to develop slowly. His greatest interest was not in cultivation, but in these messy mundane worlds.

"The soldiers will come to block, and the fire will flood. ”

Liancheng put on his clothes, called the driver Chen Shi, and drove to the Sanhe talent recruitment market.

Chen Shi said while driving: "Brother Lian, everyone in this place is talented. If you're looking for a good player, you've come to the right place. What kind of people don't have a college graduate or an old fritter in the workplace? The most comfortable thing is still a noodle restaurant in the back street, a bowl of noodles, a bottle of water, and a double happiness ......

"Hanging noodles, a red double happiness?" Liancheng asked curiously.

Chen Shi explained the hard life he had when he first came to Zhaoping City.

"I'm just a rural guy, I want technology but no technology, and I want a diploma without a diploma. At the age of fifteen, he came out to make a living, washed his hair, distributed leaflets, sold insurance, and worked as a medicine trust. I can't do anything for long, and the most comfortable time is still in the days of Sanhe, where I play games with my friends every day when I make money, and he doesn't care about it day and night, and he's cool to death!"

He recalled with a smile on his face and said, "Hanging noodles is the nickname given by our Sanhe people. In fact, it is a bowl of salt water noodles for three yuan, a little salty with a little oil, and with some mustard, it is no problem to eat full. In Sanhe, people's hearts are not very good, and it is common for electric water heaters to be stolen, so everyone buys the cheapest bottled mineral water to drink. No one has any money, the money is all spent in Internet cafes, of course, you can't buy cigarettes, you have to smoke them one by one, Sanmao Red Double Happiness has a spicy taste, I still prefer Wumao one. ”

Liancheng found that Chen Shi, who was simple in appearance, also had his own story, saying: "When you were in Sanhe, what did you do to make money?"

"Do daily checks, have factories, distribute flyers, everything, do one day to play for three days. I'm quite diligent, if I was impatient, lazy, or stupid, I would have been dragged to sell ID cards and make guarantees. ID cards are very valuable in Sanhe, at least 500 yuan a piece, saving enough to spend a month. As for making a guarantee, that's what destroys people, there are black intermediaries, looking for your help to be a guarantor for the company and others, and after signing it, you can get two or three thousand yuan, and then, you are basically completely ruined, you can't do things, and you owe a debt that you don't know. But some people don't care, they just live day by day, just mix it up, where can they take care of other things. ”

"Hasn't this kind of person thought about his future?" Liancheng suddenly didn't understand.

"Future?" Chen Shi smiled: "Where do the people of Sanhe have a future." No matter how smart and capable a guy is, if he is not careful and does not work hard, sooner or later he will be reduced to the situation of selling his ID card as a guarantee, and when that day comes, it will be impossible to leave Sanhe again. Because you no longer belong to society, you can only live in Sanhe in this life. Only Sanhe can be happy, can eat, and don't care how bad you are, there will always be worse guys than you here. Even the boss, if you hadn't rescued me, I guess sooner or later I would have gotten to this point, and I can't forget the taste of the mess, it's too easy to fall into it......"

Liancheng could hear the sincere gratitude in Chen Shi's words. But he still can't imagine the life of these people in the Sanhe talent market.

The car was steadily parked in the Sanhe talent market.

A man in leather pants recognized Chen Shi and greeted him from afar: "Old Chen, you're back!

"It's on. Bring the boss here to find someone. Chen Shi ordered a red plum to the leather pants brother in front of him and said, "Of course, it's definitely not looking for that kind of rotten person." You are well-informed, do you know any reliable headhunting companies? ”

The leather pants brother took a beautiful puff of red plum, closed his eyes and reveled in intoxication for a few seconds, letting the smoke roll in his chest and lungs several times before he said, "Wrap it on me." It's just this money—" He looked at Liancheng, and it was obvious that this person was Chen Shi's boss.

"People in place. Chen Shi gave a thumbs up: "The money is in place." ”

Follow behind the brother in leather pants.

Lian Cheng said to Chen Shi: "The formal talent market is next door. What are you bringing me here for? I want to be an old bird in the workplace, not a bastard who eats and waits for death. ”

Chen Shi smiled and said, "Boss, I'm here to save you money." People who are mixed in Sanhe are not necessarily incapable, but more forced. Some of them are separated from their wives and go crazy. There are also those who have suffered a major blow and do not care about the world. Most of them can't accept the reality and wait for death here, some of them have figured it out and want to get out, but they are already trapped in Sanhe and can't get out. If you fish them out, you'll do things for you. ”

This is a microcosm of the real world.

Ninety-nine percent of the human race is not an elite, but an ordinary common man. There is nobility, and there is naturally lowliness. Liancheng saw the most lingering group of people in the lowly here.

On the benches on the side of the road, on the steps of the fountain, and at the door of the corridor of the community, there are all kinds of guys. Resting on their arms, or shabby and dirty shoes, or resting directly against the trunk of a tree. Observe strangers passing by with a wary gaze, like beasts holding on to their territory.

Brother Leather Pants looked disdainful and said to Liancheng: "These are hopeless wastes, don't believe what they say." Nine out of ten sentences are lies that deceive and cheat, and many people rely on the relief of well-wishers or the interviews of boring reporters to survive. Everyone makes up stories in their stomachs, and a few of them are true. If you give them money, they will just go to prostitution immediately, go to an Internet café to play games, spend all the money and continue to wait on the side of the road to die...... Well, the place has arrived. ”

He pointed to a small four-story building with gray paint that looked like a guest house from the last century.

The door number of the small building reads-

3. The international talent center Zhaoping base.

Before I walked over, I heard someone at the door scolding: "Fuck off! Don't bother Lao Tzu with this kind of B thing!" A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes was kicked out, glared back viciously, and then got into a BMW X5 in a gray way.

Liancheng's expression was a little weird.

He saw the face on television and remembered that he was the deputy general manager of a large local food company, who was often named by the government as a pioneer in paying taxes.

Brother leather pants said proudly: "No matter how rich you are, it's useless here." The old brother inside is bullish, the kicker is called Lao Wen, and the king of heaven and Lao Tzu will not give face when he comes. Anyway, it's a bad life, and the big deal is death, and no one is afraid of this. But the rich are afraid, and the most afraid is not to die. For example, you can go in politely, and don't think about smashing people with money......"

Liancheng has already stepped over.

Pushing open the door, there were several people playing mahjong in the front hall. Packed suitcases are stacked in the corner.

Old Wen was losing his cards, and when he heard the door open, he smashed the cigarette butt and scolded, "Why don't you knock on the door—" He saw Liancheng.

"——? first"

"Raw. Old Wen frowned.