Rise of the Wasteland

Although expensive, General Manager Vincent would not want to return anything. After all, all commodities are necessary, and any one of them makes people reluctant to give up, and even makes people only want more.

As for money, it is not a problem for Mr. Vincent, who is in the position of general manager. At present, the management of both the government and the institutions is very chaotic. As long as the mine is well managed, there are opportunities for money.

For assistant Logan, serving Mr. Vincent is his greatest responsibility. Although spending too much money made Mr. Vincent a little dissatisfied, the other party was not particularly angry, and then he comforted him with two sentences and even awarded him a tip.

Logan is a private hire attendant of General Manager Vincent. The basic salary is not much, and only the tip after errands is worth looking forward to.

After waiting for the big man to go home to rest, it is already late at night. Logan was tired and hungry all day running around. He felt the tip in his pocket and decided to go and treat himself well during the day. It seemed good that he saw a small shop for food near the supermarket during the day.

Walking to the street where the shop is located, Logan saw many people gather here. Police cars are patrolling nearby, and everyone is more compliant. He walked up and down and saw a big pot at the door of the shop, and various ingredients were cooked in the big pot.

Currently, it is big men who can open stores. Logan heard that during the day, even such a small shop is the property of bishop-level figures in the church. Looking at the people who come to spend, business seems to be good.

"What's the point?" The store has a small storefront, a few light bulbs lit with batteries, and three or five employees are busy. An employee stood in front of the cauldron and asked Logan, who was rushing up.

The hot soup was burning in the cauldron and it smelled delicious. Various ingredients are constantly appearing in the tumbling blisters, which makes people very appetizing.

"What are these?" Logan hasn't seen this way of eating, but it feels pretty good. There is also a price tag on the cauldron, which does not seem expensive.

"Spicy."

"What?"

"Spicy-spicy-hot." The clerk said three words, then shrugged and said that the thing was the name, "Don't ask why I called it? I don't know, but I promise it tastes good."

"It's a bit like" Kanto "in Japanese food, and it's like" Army pot "in South Korea." Logan is also happy. He is highly educated and knowledgeable.

"No." The clerk shook his head. "This is the Chinese way of eating. It is said that it was recommended by Her Majesty the Emperor of the Aurora Corps. Our food seasonings are imported."

The clerk took out a used packaging bag with the words "Spicy hot base" on it. No one at the scene could understand it, just knowing that the food cooked with this stuff tasted great.

There are many kinds of ingredients in the cauldron, which are very wasteland. There is ample supply of luncheon meats, 'Extreme' instant noodles are cheap, and quail eggs in vacuum packaging are also good. In addition, rice noodles, which are rarely eaten by Americans.

"Vegetables are grown on our own farm. Would you like to order potato chips and radish chips? The price is the lowest." The clerk introduced them patiently.

Logan was drooling with the smell in the cauldron, and there was a constant urgency behind him. He squeezed the money in his pocket and said, "Give me some. I'm hungry, I should be able to finish more . "

A large stainless steel iron bowl was quickly filled with food, piled up high and full. The price is not expensive, and Logan can consume it. Holding the big bowl, he took the fork that the clerk handed over, and slowly walked to the side table and sat down.

Americans have a strong taste. Many so-called "Chinese dishes" in Chinese restaurants are sweet and sour to suit American tastes. Americans don't like 'Chinese food' as much as they think, but now certainly no one takes special care of the so-called 'American taste'.

The taste of "Spicy and Hot" is too heavy, and the taste is very mixed. The mix of flavors made Rogan addicted. He quickly ate a large bowl and drank all the soup. Suddenly someone shouted 'Logan'.

As soon as Logan looked up, he saw a shy man sitting next to him. The other person looked at the soup base in his hand in surprise and said, "Oh, the food is so good, have you found a job?"

"Uh ..." Logan stunned for a while, he really couldn't remember who this person was, and nodded along the end of the sentence: "Yes, I found a job."

"The job there?"

"Bingham Copper Mine."

"Oh oh ... it's not bad to be a miner now, I saw a lot of miners come to the city today for a big purchase, and they just bought a lot of goods casually. No wonder you can afford to eat so well, and your life is guaranteed. "The man looked at Logan with envy.

"It's a little better now than it used to be." Logan didn't want to say that he was just running a leg. After all, talking about working in the 'Bingham Copper Mine' was obviously a decent thing. He looked at his opponent's eyes and stared at his iron bowl. He asked subconsciously, "You haven't had dinner yet?"

"Oh, yes. If you don't mind." The shy man scratched his messy hair, reached out and snatched the iron bowl from Logan's hand.

Logan didn't mean to ask the other person to eat. He didn't want to give it, but his dirty fingers touched the bowl. He immediately lost his contention for contention and could only watch the other person happily eat up the rest of his soup base and almost licked it.

"You haven't found a job yet?" Logan was almost full, and simply talked to the other party.

"It's better now than it used to be. Sometimes I can do odd jobs from time to time. But stable jobs are not easy to find." The man waved his fingers around the shop. "Why do you think these people are here? Everyone is looking for work . "

The man's finger finally touched next to the "Spicy Hot" shop, only then Logan noticed that another shop was closed in the dark. The signboard at the door is a place to hire. This time he was all excited, and rushed to the notice of the recruitment office and glanced a few times.

The man later followed and explained: "After the free trade agreement was signed, there were more job opportunities. At the mine, more than 20,000 people were recruited in one breath, and the church also hired 2,000 truck drivers, railways. It also requires a lot of manpower. "

"There will be more job opportunities and life will be better," Logan echoed. Compared to the agony of the day and night, at least he is quite satisfied now. This must be thanked to His Majesty the Emperor, although he sells particularly expensive things.

"But the work is not casual, and the requirements are quite high." The man sighed. "For example, the church only recruits its own staff, and high-paying positions must not be in the hands of outsiders. Those of us who have escaped can only do something. Piecemeal work. "

The positions released by the Recruitment Office are really service jobs, and the working conditions are quite harsh and the pay is low. Even so, there are still a lot of people robbing. Most of the people near the "Spicy and Hot" shop are not here for dinner, but they are waiting for the next day to recruit.

"But I heard that the Aurora Corps occasionally releases highly paid jobs, but the requirements are particularly high, which is not what ordinary people can apply for." The man said mysteriously, "the number is small, the competition is very fierce, and even taking a position can Trigger a duel. "

"Duel?" Logan hadn't figured out what position ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a car suddenly drove over the roadside, and several people appeared with a large notice.

Upon seeing these people, the uncle man jumped over with shock like an electric shock and asked loudly, "Are there any jobs? I am willing to give all my loyalty to your Majesty!"

Logan was startled, and ran forward subconsciously. At this time, the crowd gathered around the "Spicy and Hot" shop was crowded, and Logan felt that the surrounding space was rapidly shrinking, and the crowd was difficult to breathe, but everyone still tried hard to ask what work?

"Come a few kicked dogs. Experience is a priority. We need an architect who understands high-level languages. They are treated well and paid according to the legion's standards." The comer jumped into a car and shouted. "Anyone familiar with advanced databases is fine, we all want to."

Logan heard that the whole person was a spirit, and shouted ecstatically in his heart: "I am a kicked dog. I graduated from MIT. I have been waiting for your Majesty's call for a long time!"

After finishing this sentence, Rogan's tears also flowed out, all the sufferings in the heart rushed out, and the kicked dogs in the last days have no human rights. It is not easy to live until now, waiting for your Majesty.