How to own five buildings

Bai Liu looks around and joins the queue of printers.

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

This resume is an A4-sized rigid cardboard densely filled with all the contents of the resume, with a hole pierced at the top.

Naturally, after printing out their resumes, the group pulled out a piece of string, slipped it through the hole, hung it on their chests, and headed for the job market.

The strange resumes attracted Bai Liu's attention, and his eyes followed the group as they walked through a long corridor, turned a corner and went inside the job market.

Bai Liu inclined his head, then he paused.

In fact, after learning about the system here, Bai Liu is basically aware that these temporary residents, who need to work to survive and pay off their loans, are at the bottom of the food chain in this sunny city.

With a large number of residents needing jobs to maintain a basic living, supply and demand dictates that jobs must be hard to come by here, and that would also mean that the person giving the position would have a high status relative to the job seeker, and the job seeker would have a low status.

The job search here is not the same as the real job search, it is not the type where the applicant sits in front of the desk with basic courtesy and respect, and the applicant is told whether or not he or she can be accepted after the written test and interview round by round.

Rather, it's as chaotic and naked as a marketplace.

Job seekers with resume tags on their chests squatted like beggars on both sides of the corridor, holding instant noodles and half a loaf of bread with yellowish faces, and looking thirstily at the recruiters in suits and ties who passed by in the middle of the corridor, like a pile of humanoid commodities waiting to be purchased, even with the trademarks and prices properly labeled for themselves.

Recruiters look around indifferently, nodding among the applicants as if they were porkers: "You, stick your head out here."

The job seeker who was clicked on then couldn't wait to stick his head over, doing his best to stretch his neck like a dog so the recruiter could see the resume hanging around his neck, and cautiously spoke, "Hello, how are you?"

The recruiter absently picked at the resume hanging on his chest and glanced at it, "...... Bachelor's Degree from a secondary university, three years of work experience, previous company was okay ......"

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

The job seeker immediately said with trepidation, "It's negotiable! How much do you think is appropriate?"

"We're expecting three thousand eight hundred to four thousand for this position." The recruiter said tersely.

This job seeker hesitated, he lowered his head and touched his resume plate, and whispered in a difficult voice, "Four thousand is too little, this position requires ten hours of work a day, and costs three thousand a month in land fees, I can only save eight hundred to a thousand, all the instant noodles here cost eight dollars a bucket, even if I only eat two meals a day, I still have to spend four hundred and eighty dollars per meal on instant noodles, and other ......"

"I still want to save money to buy a house." He half crouched on the ground, looking like he was kneeling, tilting his head and looking at the recruiter, his eyes full of supplication, "I can't live on four thousand, how about four thousand five ......"

Next to him, a job seeker with red eyes suddenly stood up and roared out, "I don't need 4,500, just give me 3,500! Let me do it!"

Another man struggled to get close enough to the recruiter that he grabbed the recruiter's pant leg and looked up to show him his resume hanging around his neck, "Look at me! I'll do it for 3,200!"

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

"Two thousand nine!"

"Two thousand eighteen!"

The salary slid all the way down to two and a half thousand dollars in the dull eyes of that initial job seeker, finally stuck at that boundary and being fought over by countless others.

The recruiter seems to have long anticipated this scene, he slowly snorted, waiting for all these people to finish arguing, turned his head to look at the initial job seeker, indifferently asked: "two thousand five, why?"

That job seeker's eyes filled with tears little by little, he hung his head and didn't say anything, the recruiter didn't stop to avert his gaze and looked at another person, "You, stick your head over here ......"

"Wait!" The job seeker interrupted the recruiter through gritted teeth, he seemed on the verge of tears, "Is three thousand okay? Two thousand five I just can't survive here!"

The recruiter looked indifferently at the job seeker on his knees, "Does it matter to our company if you don't survive?"

With that said, the recruiter shrugged off the job seeker, who had stayed motionless, and ordered another, "Would you stick your head over here and show me?"

The one who was ordered eagerly stuck his head over and spoke, "I can accept a salary of two thousand five hundred dollars!"

"Hmm." The recruiter nodded his head a bit at the sight, "There are more than enough people who can take it, and there isn't money to be had just because you can take it."

The man crouched back down again in a muffled voice, shrinking his head 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're done, and notify the interviews for those with ninety points or more."

After that, the recruiter left under the eyes of the crowd, and the few who had finished answering the questions and handing in their papers began to hold the phone and wait deliriously, praying non-stop with folded hands:

"Bless me with a quick call, a quick call!"

"Let me get the job!"

The very first job seeker sat down in a trance clutching his resume, he was obviously a newcomer: "Why are there still people grabbing all the two thousand and five jobs, it's simply impossible to live ......"

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

"We all play two out of three."

The man asked incredulously back, "Two score and three? How do you guys have time to play two out of three when you have to work seven days on one job, not counting overtime, for ten hours? Don't you sleep?"

"Sleep? We don't have a room, where can we sleep, it's not like we can sleep on the street, we can only sleep at the company." The man snorted and looked excited as he compared five fingers, "Besides, if we're lucky enough to work in a real estate company, since the land is theirs, we'll only have to pay five dollars per hour for the land fee for working in their company! And you can sneak in a little sleep! It's a fortune!"

"The one that was just about to recruit you is owned by a real estate company, and it's really quite a loss that you didn't say yes." The man admonished with genuine emotion, "Next time someone comes to you, two thousand five hundred dollars and you can say yes."

"Two and a half thousand dollars is an even price here, and we're only worth that much to them, a price just enough to keep us alive."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze, he printed a copy of his resume, not hanging around his neck but holding it in his hand, and walked to the job market.

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

Each man's eyes were bloodshot, a shadowed anxiety and despair hidden underneath the numbness, and each recruiter who passed them caused a quick cluster of light to ignite in their eyes, but soon, as the recruiter left with the others, the light went out again, becoming fainter and fainter.

On the second lap, Bai Liu found his own teammates squatting among the recruiters.

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

"Two thousand five you want to hire me?!" Mu Sicheng held the resume cardboard and sneered, the smile brought out hostility, it felt like the next moment he was going to slap this recruiter in front of him with a piece of cardboard, "So cheap, why don't you go and hire a dog for your company's receptionist?"

"The dog front desk and the dog company I think go well together."

The recruiter's face also brought out anger: "I am looking at your image is good, our sales floor front desk needs before pointing you, you don't know how to appreciate, you don't want this two thousand five hundred dollars of work, there are plenty of people who want it!"

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

Mu Sicheng should not have encountered this scene for the first time, a look at this situation will know what is going to happen, anger all of a sudden turned up: "I have scolded is a dog to do this! You guys do not feel owed for rushing up?!"

No one paid any attention to what Mu Sicheng was saying; everyone tilted their heads and looked intently at the recruiter, waiting for him to speak.

The recruiter looked around the circle, also holding chest proudly looked at Mu Sicheng: "You do not do, then there are people to do it, I tell you, not to say 2,500, 2,000, 1,500 there are many people to 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, "Being willing to give them money and let them work, being able to stand on the ground in Sunnyside for a little while longer, being able to live here for a little while longer is already a blessing for them, it's us being charitable, okay?"

Mu Sicheng teeth are showing, "You fucking ......"

Next to Tang Er hit the dark color of God reached out and stopped him: "Can not do it, do it to hurt people identity card will instantly red name, red name will be expelled by the patrol, there is no way ...... to buy five buildings.

Before Tang Er hit his words, a sharp bone whip appeared on this recruiter's neck, dryly slashing to the right.

Blood spurted out as the recruiter covered the opening of his bleeding throat, the smug look on his face turning to panic as he huffed and puffed, reaching into his pocket for his cell phone to call the police.

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

[System Warning: It has been detected that player Bai Liu has killed an NPC, and his city ID card has turned red, changing his status from temporary resident to wanted criminal!

Tang Er hit tautly at Bai Liu who was crouching on the ground : "Bai Liu, our mission is to own five buildings, killing someone will get us expelled and disqualified as residents of Sunshine City, not to mention owning a house here."

Bai Liu waited for the recruiter to gulp his breath before he looked up at his teammates, he smirked, "Captain Tang, you're catching the wrong emphasis, it's that we're going to have a total of five buildings, not that I'm going to have five buildings."

"This copy is impossible to solve according to the normal way to use five buildings in a week, you have to go through some unconventional ways, and this is a copy of a group race, everyone has to have a division of labor, as long as there is one person in our team who is a normal resident and can have the title of the house, the others don't have to care so much about the qualifications of the residents of this city."

Bai Liu extends two fingers and rummages through the dead recruiter, finding a resident ID card, some recruitment documents for a written test, and finally a real estate license from an inner compartment.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Bai Liu for killing a (homeowner) and obtaining the real estate license for a suite on the 18th floor of the 17th building in Area A!

[It's not good that the owner of the house will turn into a ghost and wander around his room after death, attacking everyone who enters his room and turning the house into a murder house!]

[System prompt: Player Bai Liu is requested to go to the location and deal with the ghost of the homeowner to obtain a set of Murder House!

Bai Liu smiled as he got up, he held the bloodstained real estate license between two fingers, "Looks like I was on the right track."