"I'm not afraid to risk my life, but is your compensation claim genuine?"
"Who do you think is fake? Look at what I'm wearing! It's Songjiang cloth. Would our Great Xia prince swallow your little bit of money? If you're worried, you don't need to queue here. Go find some other work."
The loud-voiced guy was clearly unhappy. He had gotten this job with his fluent Daxia dialect, which included food, lodging, and clothing, and the salary was high. The Daxia lord was like his own father. You doubt that my father has money? I'll spit in your face. I'm already wearing Songjiang cloth and eating white rice.
Hearing the waiter's words turn unpleasant, the crowd did not disperse or become angry; instead, they became even more crowded, all eager to get in and take the exam as soon as possible, to escape poverty and ensure their families were well-fed and clothed.
Seeing that she probably wouldn't be able to squeeze in anytime soon, Qin Mo went to a teahouse diagonally opposite and found a seat to sit down, drinking tea and eating snacks while watching the recruitment scene across the street.
It must be said, the Japanese were very disciplined. Although everyone was crowding in, no one cut in line. Qin Mo was quite satisfied with this. People with high obedience could become a decent fighting force with simple training. Although he planned to use them as cannon fodder, if they could demonstrate their due value, then having a mercenary force doing the dirty work under his command wouldn't be a bad thing.
One by one, the Japanese entered through the side door next to the shop, seemingly heading directly into the back courtyard. Loud roars occasionally echoed from inside, but they quickly subsided. Then, a disheveled samurai would emerge with his head bowed, covering his face as he left.
Occasionally, someone would emerge with a broad smile, beaming with joy. It seemed they had been hired, and the people in line would loudly inquire, offering sincere blessings upon receiving an affirmative answer. This made Qin Mo wonder, were these really those wicked Japanese devils?
Just as Qin Mo was watching the group of tall people exchanging blessings and encouragement with a belly full of questions, a shout came from far at the end of the line. The shout grew louder and louder until it finally turned into a riot.
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