Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 521
Chapter 521: Chapter 188: Family Harvest, Respect Earned Through Strength!
Compared to the bustling crowd of over a thousand at number 32, there doesn’t seem to be a shortage of people lining up here either, with several dozen.
The problem is… a third of them are slick human resources agents, and the rest just come up and ask, “How much more can you offer?”
Asking isn’t the main issue.
The key is that after asking, these people shake their heads and walk away, with a disappointed look as if they’re comparing options and decided yours isn’t good, making Garcia grind his teeth.
“Could it be we won’t even recruit 500 people, eliminated in the first round?”
Glancing at the box with at least 400 badges left, Garcia’s face turned grim.
He wanted to have the guards drive away these agents, but feared offending them would result in even fewer recruits, leaving him caught between a rock and a hard place.
“Surely not. You’re at least a Second-stage Inspector now. How come your performance isn’t as good as those First-phase ones?”
Luokuke withdrew his gaze from number 32’s sunshade, feeling slightly uncomfortable as he retorted.
Garcia didn’t dare speak, only showing a “let’s see if you can do better” expression.
“You go type, I’ll speak, and you write.”
Luokuke pondered for a moment, then spoke solemnly once Garcia was in place, “Dapo Town, blessed with unique geographic conditions, is highly competitive among Satellite Cities, making it a top choice for all. The announcement for construction contract qualification and recruitment for Dapo Town is as follows: Units with existing contract qualifications are numbers 21 and 32, with recruitment for number 32 capped at 500 people.”
“If you intend to participate in Dapo Town construction, please register promptly. All plans for 21 will align with 32, and policies show no significant differences. Due to limited spots, family-unit applicants will be prioritized, while individual youth and young adult applicants must pass relevant reviews to be selected. We hope all interested parties seize the opportunity and enthusiastically sign up!”
“Ah, this…”
Garcia’s hand paused on the keyboard, looking up at Luokuke, “Aren’t we just taking leftovers then?”
“Leftovers?”
Luokuke sneered, “Look around, others want to eat, but don’t even qualify!”
Heh.
The Eastern People clerks standing behind them couldn’t help but almost laugh out loud.
Luckily, they were professionally trained and quickly pinched their thighs, writhing in pain to suppress the laughter.
“…”
Garcia noticed the commotion, glanced at the clerks.
Seeing them with lowered eyelids, looking contemplative, his grim expression slightly eased.
The flyers were quickly printed, a full hundred sheets.
“Distributing flyers to those people shouldn’t be against the rules, right?”
“It’s not against the rules.” One of the clerks promptly replied, “As long as you don’t personally enter the refugee formation, it’s within permissible rules.”
“Alright, go and hand these flyers to the people lined up at number 32.”
Garcia was pleased, instructing clerks to take four guards over immediately.
Watching this eagerness had Luokuke shaking his head inwardly.
On the surface, it seemed like only Eastern and Western factions were fighting at the checkpoint, but in reality, it had already split into several small faction groups below, a complete mess.
Currently, there are four main factions: the Radical Faction, Conservative Faction, Academy Faction, and New Emerging Faction.
The first two consist mostly of High-phase Inspectors, while the latter two are primarily Low-phase.
The Radical Faction strives to restore the checkpoint to its former glory, to regain power.
The Conservative Faction values practicality, advocating for building high walls, hoarding supplies, and slowly asserting dominance.
The Academy Faction emphasizes using science to prevent infection sources, attempting to switch the checkpoint to the technology inspection model used by all Super Shelter Cities within the Fire Alliance, abandoning the outdated manpower inspection method.
However, these three focus on the checkpoint as the core, only the New Emerging Faction has a different ideology.
Garcia is one of the members of the New Emerging Faction.
They aim to unite talents from various departments to transform the checkpoint into a vast system encompassing fields like research, industry, manpower, production, and martial power.
Of course, this is the official statement; essentially, it means seeking allegiance with other factions under other departments.
Although it’s unclear which faction Garcia is closest to, his foolish demeanor is very much like those brawny types from the Extraordinary Faction.
If he keeps acting mindlessly like this, he’ll never advance to Third-Phase in this lifetime.
Watching the clerks approach the line at number 32, starting to distribute flyers.
After some commotion, indeed over a hundred people began to head toward number 21.
Garcia immediately sat upright, trying to appear more proper, though he couldn’t hide the excitement in his eyes.
The first to queue was a couple, the man excitedly approached:
“Sir, I’m Chang Wen, and she’s my wife Hu Yun. We’re a family of seven, hoping to join your team.”
“Oh? Where’s your family?” Garcia felt a surge of joy internally but maintained a composed appearance.
“They’re all waiting in the formation! My parents can work, and the kids are accustomed to hardships.” Chang Wen said, pointing to the formation, where a middle-aged couple waved in response, alongside three youths aged around fifteen or sixteen, all looked capable of labor.
“Your parents seem quite young? Your kids seem mature?”
Garcia slightly frowned, “ID proof? Let me see.”
“Here it is!”
Chang Wen quickly pulled out a piece of paper, boldly displaying “Family of Seven,” with the checkpoint’s selection mark below.
With this mark, they could earn triple points, plus all seven looked like labor force.
Even if the age seemed odd, it was filtered by the checkpoint and irrelevant to them.
However, just as Garcia was about to agree, the previously silent Luokuke suddenly coughed lightly, “Weren’t you two in the first batch going to number 32?”