In the holographic projection, the video footage began to be replayed.

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

This time, Zhuang Wenxing withdrew his gaze.

He turned his gaze to the office building in the distance, his eyes gradually shifting from confusion to determination.

After leaving the care center, he can enjoy a month of temporary accommodation.

In his temporary accommodation, he didn't have to worry about food and drink.

But that's only a one-month time limit.

He needs to find a suitable job as soon as possible within this month.

As for those "publicly supported people" who haven't found jobs?

Unless they encounter a major change, such as physical injury like disability, they will be driven away by staff.

There is absolutely no room for leniency.

Those "publicly employed" individuals who cannot find work will be evicted from their homes by staff.

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

During the five-day "probation period," they will be interviewed by different organizations.

Once they pass the interview, they are forced to take the job, whether they like it or not.

As for the "defective products" that fail the assessment period, they will be sent to the city management center.

They were responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring jobs.

Those "publicly employed" individuals who end up in this stage will, barring unforeseen circumstances, be assigned to undesirable positions.

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

For the Proxima Centauri civilization, the importance of these positions is self-evident, but due to their inherent high risks, almost no normal person would consider such a job.

At first glance, such regulations seem somewhat unreasonable.

However, it must be said that it has effectively avoided the scenario of labor surplus caused by a large number of births.

It even propelled the human civilization on Proxima Centauri into a phase of rapid development.

...

In front of the office building.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously slowed his pace.

His eyes showed unease. He wiped his hands vigorously on his clothes, then strode toward the office building entrance.

The gate opened automatically.

Welcome!

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

"Hello." Zhuang Wenxing greeted the robot in front of him with a reserved expression and explained his purpose, "I'm here to apply for a job."

A holographic projection quickly unfolded.

"Job application, please proceed to..."

The robot explained the route in a slightly stiff, synthesized electronic voice.

Zhuang Wenxing nodded repeatedly, trying his best to remember the somewhat complicated route.

...

"Human Resources Department..."

Zhuang Wenxing stopped and looked at the door sign in front of him, a hint of joy in his eyes.

He reached out and wiped his clothes again.

Then he gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A faint voice came from inside the door.

Zhuang Wenxing quietly opened the door and squeezed through the crack.

A huge, exquisite desk came into view.

Behind the desk stood a woman with a somewhat arrogant expression.

Several smiling women sat beside the desk.

It seems they were just chatting.

Upon realizing this, Zhuang Wenxing became even more reserved: "No, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm here for a job interview."

"Um?"

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

"Publicly funded personnel?"

Zhuang Wenxing's expression froze.

I don't know why, but he has an instinctive aversion to this word.

“If, if you mean my birthplace, I was indeed born in the Social Care Center of City Three,” he said in a weak voice.

"Oh……"

The woman chuckled and nodded: "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."

"Give me your ID card, I want to see your resume."

Upon 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.

The most useful document in the human society of Proxima Centauri.

There is no other.

This card records every little detail about him from birth to the present.

Everything—the education received, the mistakes made, and the commendations received—is contained 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.

One document after another appeared before the woman's eyes.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously held his breath.

He had never been so nervous since birth.

"Your resume is good," the woman said casually. "What kind of job are you looking for?"

Zhuang Wenxing happily announced the title of a position.

The atmosphere froze.

The woman remained silent, looking at Zhuang Wenxing with extreme astonishment and bewilderment.

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

The woman's voice remained as calm as ever: "You can leave now."

boom!

Zhuang Wenxing felt his mind go completely blank.

"Why?"

"For 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 ask other places."

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

Then,

He swallowed the pent-up frustration in his chest again and turned to leave.

The moment the door closed, he vaguely heard laughter coming from inside the room.

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