It's reasonable for me to have a two-way foil for a second-level civilization, right?

but now,

After seeing the colorful world outside, he seemed to have a little understanding of this knowledge point.

"cut……"

"Isn't it just a public foster who came out of an artificial womb and has no parents?"

"Is it necessary to make so many gimmicks?"

Beside him, there was a slight cursing sound.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

He is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

According to the teaching of the teacher of the socialization training course, men dressed in this way generally have a higher social status, except for a few special cases.

Zhuang Wenxing frowned slightly, carefully recalling what the teacher said.

Carrying a briefcase, walking in a hurry, and the leather shoes under the feet are old and worn out...

It seemed that the man in front of him belonged to those special situations.

"What are you looking at?!"

The man in suit and leather shoes turned his head sensitively, staring straight at Zhuang Wenxing with a pair of dead fish eyes.

Zhuang Wenxing took two steps back subconsciously.

This bad feeling that I have never felt before came again.

"I……"

He opened his mouth, trying to explain.

"Heh." The man in the suit saw the clothes on Zhuang Wenxing's body, sneered, and said in a very sure word, "The little boy who just came out of the Central Nurturing Center, right?"

Zhuang Wenxing frowned.

Little brat... This word does not seem to be so polite.

He took a deep breath and boldly stepped forward: "Sir, your words are very impolite, please..."

The man in the suit let out a strange laugh: "Ha! Another idiot has been taught in the parenting center!"

"I said at the time that these public fosters who have no father to raise them and no mother to teach them, can do nothing but do some of the most humble jobs!"

As he spoke, he cast a mocking glance at Zhuang Wenxing with a sense of superiority, raised his head, turned and left.

Zhuang Wenxing wanted to step forward to stop the man who offended him, but the content of the last class appeared in his mind.

In my memory, the teacher in charge of the socialization training course said softly:

"Each of you will go through an adjustment period of days, if not dozens of days, after leaving the social care center."

"During this adaptation period, try to tolerate others as much as possible."

"Of course, you can report the unfair treatment to the city management center afterwards, and the city management center will help you."

Come to think of it now.

Those eyes and expressions should not belong to the category of tenderness.

Perhaps, it should belong to pity.

Zhuang Wenxing clenched his fists tightly, trying to swallow the depression in his chest.

Chapter 423 The Parenting Center Was Wrong

During the holographic projection, the image data began to be replayed.

The host announced the same news again with a passionate tone.

This time, Zhuang Wenxing withdrew his gaze.

He turned his eyes to the office building in the distance, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to firmness.

After leaving the fostering center, he can enjoy a one-month temporary residence.

In the temporary residence, he doesn't need to worry about food and drink.

But that is only a one-month time limit after all.

During this month, he needs to find a job that suits him as soon as possible.

As for those "public supporters" who didn't find a job?

Unless they encounter major changes, such as physical injuries such as disabilities, they will be driven away by the staff.

There is no sympathy at all.

Those "public supporters" who did not find a job were kicked out by the staff.

After being swept out, they will face a five-day final "assessment".

During the five-day "assessment period", they will accept interviews from different units.

Once the interview is passed, they are forced to go to that job whether they want to or not.

As for the "defective products" that did not pass the assessment period... they will be sent to the city management center.

Take charge of the dirtiest and tiring jobs.

The "public supporters" who have fallen to this stage will be sent to those positions that no one cares about unless there is no unexpected situation.

For example, mining outside the city; for example, construction outside the city...

For the human civilization of Proxima Centauri, the importance of these positions is self-evident, but because of the high risk involved, normal people hardly consider such jobs.

At first glance, such a regulation may seem a little unnatural.

But it has to be said that it has avoided the labor surplus scenario caused by a large number of births.

Even, the human civilization of Proxima Centauri has entered a stage of rapid development.

……

In front of the office building.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously slowed down his pace.

There was anxiety in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and wiped his clothes vigorously, then walked towards the gate of the office building.

The door opens automatically.

"welcome."

The electronically synthesized female voice automatically sounded, and a robot slowly approached: "Excuse me, what do you need?"

"Hello." Zhuang Wenxing said hello to the robot in front of him with a reserved face, and said his reason for coming, "I'm here to apply for a job."

A holographic projection quickly unfolded.

"Apply, please go to..."

The robot introduced the route with a slightly stiff electronically synthesized voice.

Zhuang Wenxing nodded repeatedly and tried his best to memorize the somewhat complicated route.

……

"The Personnel Department..."

Zhuang Wenxing stopped and looked at the house number in front of him, with joy in his eyes.

He wiped his clothes again.

Then he knocked lightly on the door.

"Enter."

A faint voice came from inside the door.

Zhuang Wenxing opened the door lightly, and squeezed in through the crack.

A huge and exquisite desk came into view.

Behind the desk was a woman with a somewhat haughty expression.

There were a few smiling women sitting beside the desk.

It seemed that they were chatting just now.

Zhuang Wenxing, who noticed this, became more cautious: "No, I'm sorry, but I'm here to apply for the job."

"Ok?"

The woman behind the desk raised her eyelids and glanced at Zhuang Wenxing.

"Public foster?"

Zhuang Wenxing looked suffocated.

For some reason, he had an instinctive aversion to the word.

"If, if you mean my birthplace, I was indeed born in the No. [-] City Social Care Center." He said in a weak voice.

"Ah……"

The woman sneered and nodded: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Bring over your ID card, and I'll take a look at your resume."

Hearing this, Zhuang Wenxing hurriedly took out a thin card from his pocket, and handed it to the woman in front of him with both hands.

That's his ID card.

In the human society of Proxima Centauri, the most useful certificate.

none of them.

This card records every bit of his life from birth to the present.

Whether it is the education received, the mistakes made and the praises received, it is all in this thin card.

The woman casually took the card and placed it on the reader in front of her.

The holographic projection unfolded rapidly.

Items of information appeared in front of the woman.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously held his breath.

He had never been so nervous since he was born.

"Good resume." The woman said in a light tone, "What kind of work do you want to do?"

Zhuang Wenxing happily announced the name of a position.

The atmosphere froze.

The woman didn't speak, and looked at Zhuang Wenxing with extremely surprised and strange eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you are not suitable for this job."

The woman's voice was as flat as ever: "You can go."

boom!

Zhuang Wenxing only felt his mind go blank.

"Why, why?"

"No reason, it's just not suitable." The woman waved her hand impatiently, and threw his ID card on the ground in front of him, "Go and ask someone else."

Zhuang Wenxing nodded silently, bent down to pick up the ID card, and carefully put it in his pocket.

then,

Swallowing the depression in his chest again, he turned and left.

The moment the door closed, he vaguely heard laughter in the room.

"A public raiser wants to work in the building, what a joke!" The female voice was sharp and pierced deeply into his heart.

"In the building, there are basically natural people. If I have to mix in a public servant to enter, I will lose my job."

Zhuang Wenxing froze in place.