"Boss, are you satisfied with this?”
The weather on the wasteland was famous for its strangeness. Although it was summer, the temperature would occasionally drop below zero, just like the end of autumn. The thick radiation dust blocked most of the violet rays, which meant that the weather fluctuations were normal. If the cloud of radiation dust did not drift away, then the temperature would feel even colder.
Especially in the morning, the chill was even more obvious.
Tang Hao put on a windbreaker and stuffed one hand into his pocket while checking his resume with the other. The fatty standing beside him was bald and almost as old as Tang Hao's father. However, he just stood there obediently and waited for Tang Hao's orders.
In this survivor camp with absolute freedom and capitalist core, the one with crystals was Sir System. Although he didn't know Tang Hao's background, if he offended a customer, the boss definitely wouldn't let him suffer.
Moreover, Tang Hao was a man of status. He accepted Sun Wu 'er's recommendation and created a fictional position-the general manager of a fishbone canned food company. In addition to the leaders of different factions and forces, the other two prestigious positions on the wasteland were arms dealers and food producers.
Both types of products were very profitable, especially since most farmland was no longer available for production.
As for why the company was called Fishbone Company, it was because most of the canned food Tang Hao brought was produced by this brand, so it was very convenient. He even considered buying the company after receiving a sum of cash, saving him the trouble of erasing the production date.
... Wang Tao, the designer of the famous Walkman P7 in Asia. Tang Hao smiled through his tears. Deputy manager? Mr. Liu Yan, I need someone who specializes in computer science and can do some manual work at the same time. But you found me a deputy manager?
He didn't need a person to formulate the company's strategy.
He didn't know why, but it felt great to reject the assistant manager. His face remained emotionless.
"I'm sorry, sir. If you can forgive me for a moment. The talent marketing manager named Liu Yan quickly apologized and ran into the data room to search again.
Tang Hao looked at the refugees in ragged clothes in the ghetto and let out a long sigh.
There was no lack of families among them. The young and strong men with labor force and even the healthy women would enter the industrial zone to engage in production, and then exchange for a few cheap nutrient supplies and a small amount of potassium tablets to survive with their families or on their own.
If they were to encounter any disease, their background would foreshadow their unfortunate fate.
Tang Hao stared at the radioactive dust cloud. The light that came in cast an unhealthy color.
Then, Fatty Liu Yan hurriedly walked out of the reference room and handed a stack of resumes to Tang Hao. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled at Tang Hao.
Tang Hao read the resume carefully and raised his eyebrows occasionally.
"Old version, are you not satisfied?" Liu Yan asked anxiously because this affected his commission, which was his only source of income.
"There are a few people who are very special. However…" Tang Hao pointed at the criminal record at the bottom of the resume." Why are they all criminals?
Xu Han, an IT employee, was sentenced to 15 years in prison for stealing 10 nutrient solutions. He was currently working as a worker.
Fick Technology's project manager, Kerry, was sentenced to 17 years in prison for robbery and was currently working as a laborer in an ammunition factory.
Liu Yan's face was filled with pain as he pleaded,""Boss, there's nothing I can do.
After Liu Yan's explanation, Tang Hao finally understood. It turned out that not all refugees in the slums had freedom. Those who could be traded as commodities were naturally those who had lost their freedom. Everyone who had received the minimum living allowance in the slums was nominally the " property " of the Sixth Street. Their status was quite similar to the serfs in the old society. Everyone who was capable of working would be forced to work in the factory, while those who were incapable of working would be stored as the population base and sent to the front line as cannon fodder when necessary. As for those refugees who were free, although they were mostly poor, they could more or less support themselves. Naturally, they did not need to receive any basic insurance.
But that was ten years ago. Wanghai had now established a stable " ecosystem ", and mutated creatures and zombies did not attack the living space of the survivors. The Sixth Street had no external enemies. Therefore, there was no need to treat refugees like slaves.
In order to alleviate the problem of overpopulation, the Sixth Street officials participated in the human trade. They provided connections to specific " suppliers " and used them to sell too many refugees. Mercenaries or merchants often bought refugees as bait.
Therefore, the individuals who were allowed to sell were either incompetent or criminals.
Tang Hao hesitated again because he didn't want anyone to join him.
Those with bad personalities were hard to control, and those with weak bodies were hard to raise.
"Boss, don't worry. These people would wear electronic bracelets once they were sold. "If they do anything to endanger your safety," Liu Yan saw the hesitation in Tang Hao's eyes and carefully explained to him. In the end, he made a hand gesture of his head exploding.
Although he was still worried, there was no better solution. Tang Hao sighed again. He had to make a decision from these criminals. He just needed to be careful, that was all.
"103442, please stop, or you will be shot immediately.”An emotionless voice echoed at the door. Tang Hao looked in that direction.
A soft impact came from his leg. He paused for a moment and then lowered his head to look.
"I'm sorry I overheard your conversation. I know computers. Please, buy me. The girl's tone was urgent. The emotions projected by her pupils alternated between fear and despair.
Tang Hao wrapped his small body around his legs and carefully touched the weapon on his back. However, when he saw the soldier telling him not to overreact and point the gun at the girl, Tang Hao immediately gave up the idea of pulling out the gun.
The soldiers grabbed the girl like she was a chicken. Tang Hao raised his eyebrows but did not say anything.
Although he sympathized with her, he was worried about her intentions. What if it was a trap for the hidden mercenaries?
"I'm very sorry. "There are always many people who don't want to live until tomorrow," Liu Yan apologized repeatedly. He also signaled for the soldiers to send the girl back to the camp.
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