"A government employee who wants to work in this building? What a joke!" The woman's sharp voice pierced his heart.
"The building is mostly filled with private individuals. If someone hired by the government were to sneak in, I'd be out of a job."
Zhuang Wenxing stood there, stunned.
This is different from what they teach at the foster care center.
He clearly remembered what the teachers at the foster care center had said.
Whether they are natural persons or others, they all belong to the Proxima Centauri civilization, possess the same rights, can do the same work, and contribute their own efforts to the development of the Proxima Centauri civilization.
But now...
Zhuang Wenxing's eyes dimmed, and he left the office building with his head down.
...
The day ended quickly.
He couldn't find a job.
Zhuang Wenxing returned to his dormitory dejectedly.
My roommate, Zhou Sheng, is a seasoned veteran who moved in more than half a month ago.
Seeing Zhuang Wenxing's expression, he smiled and patted Zhuang Wenxing on the shoulder: "What's wrong? Did the interview not go well?"
Zhuang Wenxing sat down silently in the chair and recounted the events of the day in a low voice.
The atmosphere in the dormitory gradually became heavy.
Compared to Zhuang Wenxing, Zhou Sheng learned a lot from spending more than half a month in the community.
"Sigh..." He sighed softly and patted Zhuang Wenxing on the shoulder again, "You've come to the wrong place."
"Those companies are all formed by groups of individuals."
"You can't get in."
Zhuang Wenxing stared wide-eyed at Zhou Sheng in confusion: "But, but..."
Zhou Sheng shrugged and gave a wry smile, saying, "The foster care center is mistaken."
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