For Nagariel people, work is a novel experience. Almost half of the people living here have never had formal jobs; they have only done so sporadic labor.
They have never systematically participated in work, so everything feels fresh.
A short-statured leader, accompanied by a cadre, arrived at a recruitnt point to apply for a job, which was also novel to them.
"How many people?", as they were examining the recruitnt site, a young man approached them and asked, "How many of you are applying for jobs?"
The short-statured young man hesitated for a mont. Considering that he might need to communicate with his cadre later and such communication would be hard to conceal, he simply replied, "There are two of us."
The young man standing outside the line handed them two forms and a pencil, "If you can read the words above, fill them out yourself. If you can’t, go over there; soone will tell you how to fill them out..."
He pointed to a table not far away, already crowded with many people. A significant number of Nagariel people are illiterate, especially in the lower levels of society, where almost everyone has not received formal education and literacy rates are generally very low.
Asking them to fill out application forms is indeed difficult for them. Fortunately, after Asir consulted Lynch, he quickly changed the contents of the forms. The only word people needed to write was their na; the rest were √ or ×, and finally, ten fingers’ fingerprints.
This was also proposed by Lynch, who didn’t understand Nagariel but saw so things, especially human nature, clearly.
If the benefits of losing a finger outweighed their perception of its value, they would undoubtedly cut it off to gain more profit.
At that ti, even if there were contracts with their fingerprints or these forms, they would be useless because without a finger, no one could prove the fingerprint on the form belonged to one of them.
These could even beco a "norm." Under the control of so malicious individuals, so people might choose to profit by losing a finger. This would undoubtedly tarnish the Federation rchants’ image, and perhaps in the future, people would refer to Federation rchants as "finger rchants."
Therefore, from the beginning, Lynch did not leave them too many chances.
If they considered the trade worthwhile—using their ten fingers and future to trade for a possibly not-so-high return, Lynch wouldn’t object; at least he only lost so money, while they lost their entire lives.
"...After completing this form, you can go to the big room over there for a physical examination. If you don’t have any diseases or contagious illnesses, they will give you a badge. With the badge and the form, you can then go to the real interview."
"If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask anyone wearing clothes like mine!" The young man pinched his chest proudly, although he didn’t recognize the words above, it didn’t prevent him from feeling pride.
The short-statured young man thanked him for his help, then studied the form with his cadre. It actually didn’t have much content—mainly inquiries about the applicant’s personal and family circumstances.
For example, level of education, number of family mbers, marital status, etc.
After studying for a while and completing the form, they went to the physical examination area after being checked by staff.
As soon as they entered the examination hall, the sll of disinfectant made both of them sneeze.
"You, co over here...", a doctor impatiently pointed to the short-statured one and then to the chair in front of him.
The latter hesitated for a mont but ca over and sat down.
The doctor took his form and said without looking up, "Take off your clothes, both top and bottom."
"Take them...off?", the young man paused while undressing and looked around behind him. There were quite a few people here. Only perverts would get excited about undressing in front of others, and he was not a pervert.
The doctor’s tone remained impatient, "Do you think I like looking at you?" He glanced at the short-statured young man, "Akumal, if you don’t want to undress, you can leave with your form. You should know that if you get a physical examination at the hospital, the sa process would cost at least four hundred and fifty Nagariel, but now it’s free."
"Generous Mr. Lynch has waived the examination fees for you lowlifes, yet you’re shy about undressing. Are you a woman?"
The short-statured young man didn’t have ti to respond before the cadre behind him angrily shouted, "Are you insulting him?"
The forr imdiately stood up to block between them, noticing the Security Guard at the door seed to be coming over. After soothing the cadre, he quickly took off his clothes, "If you’re not afraid to look, why should I be afraid to undress?"
The doctor, initially sowhat arrogant, froze after hearing this and couldn’t help but laugh, "That’s very true. I don’t enjoy watching, but I have no choice. I think the one who feels humiliated should be ."
He picked up a stethoscope and began a very ticulous examination of the short-statured young man, very detailed indeed.
Although these people do not need to pay for the examination, Lynch would additionally reimburse the doctor for his rightful share.
Don’t expect others to consciously protect your interests unless there is sothing in it for them.
The doctor’s thoroughness even went as far as to check the young man’s reproductive equipnt. Nagariel people do not like bathing and are always surrounded by garbage; many have reproductive system diseases. Such individuals are rejected from becoming company employees.
In the future, everyone might eat together, and if infections spread, it wouldn’t just be a simple issue affecting one or two people; it might infect everyone in the entire company.
After examining the short-statured young man’s soles, the doctor used Federation disinfectant to wipe his hands, "You can put on your clothes now...", he said, pausing, "Which clan are you from? You’re much cleaner than the others!"
Only clansn are mindful of personal hygiene. The short-statured young man smiled and shook his head, not speaking.
The doctor just considered him a mber of an impoverished clan, fallen from grace to the point where his na seed ordinary. He wrote the examination results on the young man’s form and gave him a health badge, pointing to another door, "Exit here, and then you can choose a job you want."
Perhaps thinking the young man might be sowhat of an impoverished noble, he kindly added a few more words, "Physical labor is simple; current wages might be slightly higher, but future developnt is limited. Choose jobs with developnt prospects, ones related to technology—that’s my advice for you!"
After expressing his gratitude, the young man called Akumal left with his belongings. Not long after, his cadre also arrived.
The two passed through a door and ca to another area, which looked like a large square. At a glance, there were roughly twenty or thirty different recruiting booths, each surrounded by crowds.
Seeing this scene, the short-statured young man seed sowhat emotional. Just during the examination, he felt an absurd feeling, as if it was really like the poster said: as long as you work seriously, sothing would change.
The two of them almost visited all the recruitnt booths until they eventually chose to beco drivers.
This wasn’t really considered a "good job" because becoming a driver involves learning various traffic rules and driving skills, and even simple maintenance skills, which are the least liked professions among Nagariel people with low average education levels, hence the fewer people here.
However, the young man had his considerations. If struggles intensified in the future, it would definitely involve the convenient mode of transportation like cars. Learning here would allow him to systematically impart driving skills to others within the organization in the future.
The two placed their forms here and stood aside; many people also chose to beco drivers. While chatting, recruiting staff ca over to explain what they needed to know.
Strictly speaking, they are not imdiately starting work. Learning driving skills is more like receiving training first, then arranging work, so everyone had more or less questions to ask, even if they had already decided.
"I want to ask, when can I get paid?"
Soone brought up a concern shared by everyone, and the staff’s answer was detailed and patient, "Only after you learn driving skills. But before that, you have three months; we’ll arrange accommodation and provide free food for you."
"After three months, if you still can’t master driving skills, you’ll have to leave and try another job."
"If you can master driving skills, there will be jobs for you right away, and the wages aren’t low."
"Initially, your wages will be calculated daily, at least one hundred and fifty Nagariel. Future incrents are possible."
"The longer you work here, the higher your wages. In ti, you might even earn five to six hundred Nagariel daily!"
"Work diligently, and happiness lies ahead!"
Those who raised the question and others cheered, five to six hundred Nagariel daily—even though it was "possible," such incentives were much more motivating than any pretty rhetoric.
They couldn’t earn even ten Nagariel daily now, but if they could get through training, the minimum was one hundred and fifty Nagariel. In just a week, they could earn a thousand Nagariel—a figure many families earn in a month!
Even the short-statured young man was montarily lost in thought.
If everything really was this good, would people still hate foreigners?
He was sowhat confused. Everything they did was ant to make people’s lives better, but so were already doing it.
Does the Youth Party, the so-called awakening, still need to exist?
Is there still... a market?
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