Bai Liu looked around and joined the queue for the printer.

Usually in the real talent market, people will print multiple copies of their resumes and send them out multiple times. However, the job seekers in the talent market are obviously not wealthy, and the cost of printing once is also relatively high. Therefore, Bai Liu noticed that most of them only printed one [hard card type] resume for 10 yuan.

This type of resume is an A4-sized hard card with all the contents of the resume densely written on it, and a hole punched at the top.

After printing their resumes, this group of people naturally took out a rope, passed the resume through the hole, hung it on their chest, and then went to the job market.

This peculiar resume attracted Bai Liu's attention. He followed the group of people and found that they walked through a long corridor, turned a corner and walked into the talent market.

Bai Liu turned his head, and then he stopped.

In fact, after understanding the system here, Bai Liu basically understood that this group of temporary residents who need to work to survive and repay loans are at the bottom of the food chain of this sunny city.

Under the premise that a large number of residents need to work to maintain their basic living, the supply and demand relationship determines that jobs here are definitely hard to find. It also means that the person who gives the position will have a high status relative to the job seeker, and the job seeker will have a low status.

The job application here is different from the job application in real life. It is not the kind of job application where you sit in front of the desk and show the job applicants the most basic courtesy and respect, and then go through rounds of written tests and interviews one by one, and then tell the job applicant whether they are hired or not.

But it is as chaotic and naked as a market.

Job seekers with resume tags hanging on their chests squatted densely like beggars on both sides of the corridor, holding instant noodles and half a loaf of bread with sallow faces, looking eagerly at the recruiters in suits and ties walking by. They were like a bunch of human-shaped commodities waiting to be purchased, with even the trademarks and prices properly labeled on them.

Recruiters looked around indifferently, picking out job seekers like they were picking pork: "You, stick your head over here."

The job seeker who was chosen couldn't wait to stick his head over, stretching his neck like a dog so that the recruiter could see the resume hanging around his neck, and spoke carefully: "Hello."

The recruiter casually picked up the resume hanging on his chest and glanced at it: "...graduated from a medium-sized university, has three years of work experience, and the previous company was okay..."

"Salary requirement: 5,000?" The recruiter's tone changed when he read this.

The job seeker immediately said timidly: "It's negotiable! What do you think is appropriate?"

"We expect to pay between 3,800 and 4,000 yuan for this position," the recruiter said calmly.

The job seeker hesitated. He lowered his head and touched his resume tag, then said in a low voice with embarrassment, "Four thousand is too little. This position requires working ten hours a day, and the land fee is three thousand a month. I can only save eight hundred to one thousand. The instant noodles here are eight yuan a bucket. Even if I only eat two meals a day, each meal of instant noodles will cost four hundred and eighty yuan. And there are other things..."

"I still want to save money to buy a house." He half-knelt on the ground, looking like he was kneeling, looking up at the recruiter, his eyes full of pleading, "I can't survive on 4,000, how about 4,500..."

A job seeker with red eyes suddenly stood up and shouted, "I don't need 4,500, just give me 3,500! Let me do it!"

Another person tried to get close to the recruiter. He grabbed the recruiter's trouser legs and looked up to let him see his resume hanging around his neck: "Look at me! Three thousand and two hundred is enough for me!"

"Three thousand! I'll do it for three thousand!"

"Two thousand nine!"

"Two thousand eight!"

Under the dull eyes of the initial job seeker, the salary dropped all the way to two thousand five hundred, and finally got stuck at this limit, being fought over by countless people.

The recruiter seemed to have anticipated this. He yawned slowly, waited until the quarrel was over, turned to look at the first job seeker, and asked indifferently, "Two thousand five hundred, what for?"

The job seeker's eyes were gradually filled with tears. He lowered his head and said nothing. The recruiter looked away without hesitation and looked at another person: "You, stick your head over here..."

"Wait!" The job seeker gritted his teeth and interrupted the recruiter. He seemed to be about to cry. "Is three thousand okay? I really can't survive here with two thousand five hundred!"

The recruiter looked at the job seeker kneeling on the ground indifferently: "Does your inability to survive have anything to do with our company?"

After saying that, the recruiter shook off the job seeker who was standing there motionless and pointed to another one: "Can you stick your head over here and let me take a look?"

The person who was called stretched his head over impatiently and said, "I can accept a salary of 2,500!"

"Yeah." The recruiter nodded as if he was used to it. "There are many people who can accept it. It's not that you can get paid just by accepting it."

The man squatted back down again, lowered his head and responded in a low voice: "...Yes."

The recruiter turned around and told the people beside him: "Distribute the written test papers to them. Hand them in after they finish. Those who score above 90 points will be notified for interviews."

After saying this, the recruiter left under everyone's eager gaze. Those who had finished answering the questions and handed in the papers began to wait in a daze while holding the phone, clasping their hands and praying non-stop:

"Please bless me and call me soon, please call me soon!"

“Let me get this job!”

The job seeker at the beginning sat on the ground holding his resume in a daze. He was obviously a newcomer: "Why are there still people fighting for a job that pays 2,500 yuan? It's impossible to survive..."

The job seeker next to him who had just finished his written test looked at him strangely. His eyes were full of bloodshot from staying up late. "Of course I can't survive on this job."

"We always order two or three servings."

The man asked incredulously: "Two times three?! One job requires seven days of work, not counting overtime, it takes ten hours. How do you have time to work two times three?! Don't you sleep?"

"Sleep? We don't have a house. Where can we sleep? We can't sleep on the street. We can only sleep in the company." The man yawned and raised five fingers excitedly. "Besides, if I'm lucky enough to work in a real estate company, since the land is theirs, I only have to pay five dollars per hour for the land fee! I can even take a nap! I'm making a fortune!"

"The company that wanted to recruit you just now is a subsidiary of the real estate company. It's really a pity that you didn't accept it." The man sincerely advised, "Next time someone wants to hire you, just accept it for 2,500 yuan."

"Two thousand five hundred is the average salary here. In their eyes, we are only worth this much, a price that is just enough for us to survive."

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, printed out a resume, held it in his hand instead of hanging it around his neck, and walked towards the job market.

Most of the people here are temporary residents and mortgage holders who are in desperate need of money.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and beneath the numb expressions was a kind of anxiety and despair that followed them everywhere. Every recruiter who passed by them would quickly ignite a light in their eyes, but soon, as the recruiter took others away, the light went out again and became weaker and weaker.

When walking around the second circle, Bai Liu found his team members squatting together among the recruiters.

When they were found, Mu Sicheng was arguing with the recruiter.

"You want to hire me for 2,500?!" Mu Sicheng sneered while holding the resume paper. His smile was full of hostility. It felt like he was going to slap the recruiter away with the paper. "It's so cheap, why don't you hire a dog to work as your company's front desk?"

“I think the dog front desk and dog company are a good match.”

The recruiter also showed anger on his face: "I chose you because you have a good image. We need you at the sales desk. Don't be so rude. If you don't want this 2500 job, there are plenty of people who want it!"

As soon as the recruiter finished speaking, the heads of people around him immediately raised.

This was probably not the first time that Mu Sicheng had encountered this kind of scene. He knew what was going to happen as soon as he saw the situation. He immediately became furious: "I'm calling you a dog for doing this! Don't you think you deserve it for rushing in?!"

No one cared about what Mu Sicheng was saying. Everyone looked up at the recruiter, waiting for him to speak.

The recruiter looked around and folded his arms and looked at Mu Sicheng with pride: "If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it. Let me tell you, don't just say 2,500. There are plenty of people who will do it for 2,000 or even 1,500."

"What's the difference between these low-class citizens who can't even afford a house and dogs?" The recruiter looked disdainful and dismissive. "We are willing to give them money and let them work. It is a blessing for them to be able to stand on the ground of Sunshine City for a while longer and live here for a while longer. Are we doing charity?"

Mu Sicheng bared his teeth: "You fucking ......"

Tang Erda at the side held him back with a gloomy look and said, "You can't do it. If you hurt someone, your ID card will be instantly marked as a red card. If you are marked as a red card, you will be expelled from the patrol team. There is nothing you can do..." Then he bought five buildings.

Before Tang Erda could finish his words, a sharp bone whip appeared on the recruiter's neck and slashed to the right cleanly.

Blood gushed out, and the recruiter covered his bleeding throat. The smug look on his face turned into panic. He gasped for breath and reached into his pocket for his cell phone to call the police.

A pair of bloodstained hands slowly pulled out a cell phone from the recruiter's pocket. Bai Liu half-knelt down with a smile and waved the cell phone in his hand at the recruiter who was struggling on the ground with his hands covering his throat: "Is this what you're looking for?"

[System warning: Detected that player Bai Liu killed an NPC, the city ID card turned into a red name, and changed from temporary resident status to wanted criminal status! ]

Tang Er looked at Bai Liu who was squatting on the ground nervously: "Bai Liu, our mission is to own five buildings. If you kill someone, you will be expelled and your status as a resident of Sunshine City will be revoked, not to mention owning a house here."

Bai Liu waited until the recruiter died before he looked up at his team members. He smiled and said, "Captain Tang, you got the point wrong. We need to have five buildings in total, not me."

"It is impossible to solve this instance using five buildings in a week by normal means. We have to take some unconventional means. Moreover, this is a team instance, and everyone has to have a division of labor. As long as there is one person in our team who is a normal resident and can own the property, the others don't need to worry so much about the residency status of this city."

Bai Liu stretched out two fingers and searched the body of the unwilling recruiter, and found a resident ID card, some recruitment documents for the written test, and finally a real estate certificate from the inner folder.

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Bai Liu for killing a (homeowner) and obtaining the property certificate for a house on the 18th floor of Building 17 in Area A! ]

[After the owner dies, he will turn into a ghost and wander around in his room, attacking everyone who enters his room, turning the house into a haunted house. This is not good! ]

[System prompt: Please ask the player Bai Liu to go to this location. After dealing with the ghost of the landlord, you can get a haunted house! ]

Bai Liu stood up with a smile, holding the blood-stained property certificate between his two fingers: "It seems my idea is right."