107 Chapter 107. The Tragic Job Fair

In the first ten days of May, there were no warehouse companies in Flagstaff City and its surrounding areas to hold auctions, so Li and Du were on vacation.

On the 12th, the Flagstaff Employment Committee held a job fair with some local companies, and the two applied for a position in advance, and then recruited porters.

The recruitment requirements they put forward are two people, and the salary is 400 yuan a week during the probationary period, and the salary will be increased by 25% after becoming a full-time employee. However, social insurance is not provided, and food and housing are not provided.

Early in the morning, the two drove to the Farmer's Market in Flagstaff City, where an area was cleared out, and tables, chairs, benches, and recruitment posters were placed for the job fair.

Entering the farmer's market, Hans shook his head and said, "Are these guys from the employment committee looking like pigs? They're so creative in holding job fairs at the farmer's market."

Li Du didn't care: "It's okay buddy, just recruit someone. What's our number? 65, right?"

"Yes, this is booth No. 1, keep going inside."

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

No. 65 is the last position of the job fair, next door is the stall in the farmers market, a butcher's stall selling pork.

At this moment, two burly men were dragging a fat pig into the stall. The fat pig was screaming, and its short legs were struggling desperately. It was obvious that it knew what would happen to it if it was dragged in.

The fat pig's voice was loud and its screams were deafening, which made Li Du's expression pale.

Seeing the two of them, a big man raised his head and asked, "Do you want to buy pork? There are top-quality tenderloin and hind legs here, which are absolutely fresh. How much do you want to buy?"

"Schete, Valletta, hold down this damn fat pig, you have to push hard, I can't pull it anymore with my horse in front!" Another big man shouted.

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

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

Li Du asked: "How much money do you make a month from slaughtering pigs? Are you interested in changing jobs?"

"Yes, butchering pigs only costs 6,000 yuan a month. I've had enough of dealing with these goddamn idiots every day! Oh, you are from a headhunting company? Do you have any good jobs?" The big man asked enthusiastically.

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

The two sat down disheveledly, and Hans muttered: "Schete, how did this happen? I have only left Flagstaff City for a few years and the market has become like this? Six thousand yuan a month for slaughtering pigs?!"

Flagpole City is a small place with relatively low wages. They just checked the local economic daily yesterday. A family with an annual income of 80,000 here is considered a middle-class family.

The two pig butchers next to them are the pillars of the two middle-class families. Apparently, the middle class does not work as a porter.

In addition to the low salary and small population of a small place like Flagstaff City, not many people come to seek jobs.

By 9:30 in the morning, more than 60 companies participating in the job fair had already arrived, but there were only more than 60 people who came to work, and the market channel was sparse.

Hans patted the table impatiently and said, "Didn'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 woke up from hibernation yet? It's already spring!"

"It's not that the unemployed haven't woken up, it's that they've all gone to Phoenix, Las Vegas or Los Angeles to find jobs. Who would stay in such a small country 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 on, buddy, take a look at our recruitment requirements, maybe this is the good job God prepared for you."

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, "Sorry, I'm not suitable..."

"You're not suitable, but it doesn't prevent you from getting to know it. Maybe you know someone who is suitable?" Li Du said.

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

The two also know that middle-aged people are not suitable for their jobs, but this is the first person to come to their recruitment position so far at the job fair, so they can only be dead horse doctors.

The middle-aged man resolutely refused: "I may not have one around me. Oh, let me introduce myself. I am Wilbur Russell, the HR manager of Classic Vision Co., Ltd. Our company wants to recruit two video projectionists. Are you interested?"

Hans directly threw away the recruitment brochure in his hand. I dare to believe that this buddy is also here for recruitment, and he wants to betray them.

Wilbur is a very patient person. He began to introduce their company eloquently: "Our Classic Vision is the largest film and television recording and broadcasting company in Flagstaff City, with a total of tens of millions of assets..."

"Our monthly income is more than 200,000 yuan. What kind of income can you give?" Li Du was too lazy to listen to him.

Wilbur choked on his words, then shook his head and walked away, saying, "You two fools can brag!"

Their position is very bad, at the end of the job fair, of course, this is understandable, after all, they only recruit two porters, and the employment committee doesn't pay much attention to them.

The crowd at the farmer's market next door was bustling, and the stall of the pork shop next door was crowded with people, but there was nothing in front of them.

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

During the period, some people applied for the job, but the requirements were too high, not only the basic salary, but also the commission from the storage auction;

In this way until noon, the sun had risen so high that it shone hotly on the earth, but they still had no harvest.

"Let's go, have a glass of cold beer and calm down. I feel like a volcano is buried in my body, and it's about to erupt." Hans said.

Li Du said patiently: "Go and drink, I'll wait a little longer."

Hans shrugged, and sat down on the table to wait with him very politely.

At this time, several men walked past them carrying wine and meat, one of them was their acquaintance, Reginald the Dogtail who was also a treasure hunter.

The relationship between the two and Reginald can't be said to be good or bad, they both used each other, but Reginald was tricked more miserably, not only lost money, but also offended Andrew, the eye-turning eye.

But only on the surface, they are still good friends. When the two met, Hans immediately greeted warmly: "Hi, my good buddy, it's a coincidence to meet here."

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

After the two parties exchanged pleasantries, they saw the recruitment information, and one of them said jealously: "Wow, your business has really grown, and you have started to recruit porters."

Hans shook his head helplessly and said, "It's just to try your luck. In fact, I didn't even touch any shit."

Reginald said: "Do you want porters? With your workload, ordinary porters are not enough. It just so happens that I have a good recommendation."

"who?"

Reginald said, "Godzilla!"

Several people around him nodded one after another:

"Yes, this guy is really a capable porter."

"Godzilla is a terrifying guy, I bet whoever can recruit him will be even more powerful!"

"I haven't seen him for a while, where did he go?"