Chapter 587 Recruitment

The drinkers were curious about the origins of this Ailon man, so they inevitably looked at him a few more times, but no one intended to do anything extra, just out of curiosity.

The two sturdy orcs who were still sitting at the corner table and had not stood up were most likely the bodyguards of this Ailon man.

Even though this dwarf couldn't even reach the bar, his embarrassed look of trying to climb up the high table was inexplicably funny.

The drinkers still sensibly held back, and no one really dared to laugh loudly.

They knew that small people needed to be cautious in their own survival wisdom and know when to follow their hearts.

None of this affected Claire, who drank the cheapest beer in silence.

This was the cheapest inferior beer in the tavern, with a rough taste and a strong bitterness.

On the current Momba Star, it is difficult to find a decent job if you don't accept the employment of the Molson Consortium.

Since he quit his job at the mining company, he has almost completely cut off his source of income and can only barely make ends meet with his meager savings.

If it weren't for his alcohol addiction, Claire wouldn't have the audacity to buy on credit at Old John's tavern.

Even this bottle of cheap beer was a rare treat for him.

Claire raised his head, shook the wooden wine glass vigorously, and poured the last bit of residue left on the wall of the glass into his mouth.

He exhaled the alcohol comfortably and put the glass down heavily.

"Hey, man, another glass?"

A slender arm pushed the rum on the bar in front of him.

Claire was a little surprised, turned his head to look at the unfamiliar dwarf Aaron next to him, and asked tentatively: "Do we... know each other?"

He tried to confirm from his memory whether he had ever met the other party, and whether it was worth the other party to take the initiative to invite him for a drink.

In the tavern near the slums, this rum is already the most expensive grade.

The price of a glass can be equivalent to a small barrel of inferior wine, all caused by poverty.

"Moore, an interstellar merchant, a registered imperial merchant."

Moore showed his watch and projected the identity certificate of the Lance Empire merchant.

The tax department of the Lance Empire is a terrifying and violent institution, and its authority even extends to the anti-smuggling force.

Even if you are a descendant of a true god, if you want to engage in business activities, you must report to the tax department, apply for a business scope, and pay taxes in full.

"Mr. Moore, we shouldn't have known each other before, right?"

Facing someone with a higher status than herself, Claire quickly showed due respect, just the survival wisdom of a small person.

In the interstellar era, even the lower-class people living in remote areas of the empire are not completely isolated.

Although Mr. Moore in front of him is not from the Lance Empire's orthodox family, he is a third-class honorary citizen of the empire.

The status of honorary citizen is awarded to aliens who have made special contributions to the empire and enjoy the same status as formal citizens.

The highest-level citizen Claire has seen before is a small supervisor of a mining company, who is only a sixth-class citizen.

Moore shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled: "After drinking this glass, won't we know each other?"

"I just arrived at Momba Star and want to find someone familiar with the local area to work for me. I wonder if you are interested?"

He raised his wine glass and touched the glass of wine that he had pushed in front of Claire before.

"You mean, you want to hire me to do something?"

Claire was a little surprised to hear this news, but more pleasantly surprised.

Although the outside world said that the Ailon merchants were very stingy, for him who was almost out of food, as long as he could fill his stomach, it was a rare job opportunity.

If the other party could occasionally give him some extra bonuses, it would be even better.

At this time, not only Claire, but also those drinkers who were eavesdropping, were very envious of his good luck.

If they were not intimidated by the existence of the two half-orc bodyguards, they would have surrounded him long ago, hoping to ask for a job from Mr. Moore.

If there were other options, who would be willing to be a cheap laborer for the group of vampires in the Molson Consortium?

"Mr. Moore, you think too highly of me."

Although Claire wanted to seize this opportunity, he didn't want to cheat the other party, so he said with some trepidation: "But I don't have much ability and knowledge, I'm afraid I will delay your business."

Moore smiled and waved his hand: "Haha, haven't you been a pilot of an interstellar mining ship? This is exactly what I need."

Claire was stunned, somewhat surprised.

Because mining ships are a very boring and hard job, few people would be interested in a person because of this.

"You should be familiar with the asteroid belt outside the galaxy. You can just point the way for the exploration ship."

Moore did not hide his purpose, and then explained: "Of course, I won't be stupid enough to explore the main mining areas circled by the Mooreson Consortium."

"I just plan to gamble my luck and see if I can pick up some leaks in the undeveloped or barren areas that they disdain to mine."

Moore's remarks were prepared long ago, and there was nothing wrong with it.

In this area, not only the star system where Momba is located, but also the surrounding galaxies are now actually controlled by the Molson family.

But on the surface, this place is still under the jurisdiction of the empire.

Even if the Molson Consortium enters in large numbers and frantically grabs resources, it dare not implement a blockade.

Although other big chaebols or interstellar merchants have reduced their investment in this galaxy group because the bulk of their profits are occupied by the Molson Consortium.

But they will not completely abandon their past investments and hand them over to the Molson Consortium to eat them up.

Who among the interstellar chaebols who can become big and strong doesn’t have a family background?

Even if it is a foreign merchant like Moore, if there is no big power behind him to support and protect him, how can he get a third-class honorary citizen?

If the Mooreson Consortium really wants to eat alone and refuses to share even a sip of the soup, it will really anger the public.

Unless the True God personally speaks, the Mooreson Consortium managed by the collateral descendants really doesn’t have such a big face.

This is of course impossible.

The eternal true god also has to be cool.

“Then thank you for your respect, I will do my best!”

Reassured, Claire clinked glasses with Moore and took a sip happily.

The rich aroma of wine, smooth taste, and a hint of sweetness in the mellowness are really wonderful things that I haven’t experienced for a long time.

The rich boss who doesn’t have any airs and takes the initiative to pay for himself to drink is simply a dream employer.

How much better than the Molson Group, those black-hearted bastards?

Claire did not forget to pray to the extremely revered True God Molson in his heart, and complained at the same time.

He firmly believed that one day the True God would bring new salvation to Momba Star and deal with those bastard descendants who tarnished the glory of the Molson family.