In early May, there were no storage companies holding auctions in Flagstaff or the surrounding areas, so Li Du and Hans took a break.
On the 12th, the Flagstaff Employment Council organized a job fair with some local businesses. The two of them applied for a position in advance and recruited movers.
They wanted to hire two people, with a weekly salary of 400 dollars during the probation period, and a 25 percent increase after becoming a permanent employee. However, there was no social insurance, and food and accommodation were not provided.
Early in the morning, the two of them drove to the Flagstaff Farmers' Market. There was an area that had been cleared out, and there were tables, chairs, benches, and recruitment posters for the job fair.
Entering the Farmers' Market, Hans shook his head. "Do the people from the Employment Committee have pig brains? They're really creative to hold a job fair in the Farmers' Market. "
Li Du didn't care. "It's okay, buddy, as long as we get the people. What's our number again? Number 65, right? "
"Yes, this is stall number one. Keep walking."
The two of them walked all the way to the end, and then stood in front of the recruitment booth in a daze.
Number 65 was the last spot for the job fair. Next to it was a stall in the Farmers' Market, which sold pork.
At this moment, two burly men were dragging a fat pig into the stall. The fat pig was howling and struggling desperately with its short legs that were tied up. Obviously, it knew what would happen to it if it was dragged into the stall.
The pig's voice was loud, and its screams were deafening. Li Du's face turned pale.
Seeing the two of them, one of the burly men raised his head and asked, "Do you want to buy pork? We have good tenderloin and hind legs, absolutely fresh. How much do you want to buy? "
"Sh * t, Valletta, hold this d * mn pig down. You have to use all your strength, I can't pull it!" the other burly man shouted.
Hans shook his head. "We, uh, we don't buy pork."
"Why are you guys standing here if you don't buy pork?" the burly man said unhappily.
Li Du asked, "How much do you guys earn per month from killing pigs? Are you interested in changing jobs? "
"Yes, I only earn 6,000 a month. I've had enough of dealing with these d * mn idiots every day! Oh, are you from a headhunting company? Are there any good jobs? "the burly man asked excitedly.
Li Du shook his head decisively. "Oh, sorry, no."
The two of them sat down dejectedly. Hans mumbled, "Sh * t, how did this happen? I've only been away from Flagstaff for a few years and the market has become like this? A butcher earns six thousand yuan a month?! "
Flagstaff was a small city with low salaries. Yesterday, they had checked the local economic daily and found that a family with an annual income of 80,000 was considered a middle-class family.
The two butchers next door were the pillars of two middle-class families. Clearly, the middle class would not do the work of a porter.
In a small place like Flagstaff, besides having low salaries and a small population, there were not many job seekers.
By 9: 30 in the morning, more than 60 companies had arrived at the job fair, but there were only about 60 people who came to find jobs. The market passage was sparse.
Hans impatiently slapped the table and said, "Isn't the US in the midst of an economic crisis? Why hadn't anyone come looking for a job? Have the unemployed not woken up from their hibernation? It's already spring! "
"It's not that the unemployed haven't woken up, but they've all gone to big places like Phoenix, Las Vegas, or Los Angeles to find jobs. Who would stay in a small rural town like this?" a gentle-looking middle-aged man said.
Seeing the middle-aged man, Hans quickly stood up and handed him a recruitment brochure. "Here, buddy, take a look at our recruitment requirements. Maybe this is a good job that God has prepared for you."
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not suitable …"
"You're not suitable, but that doesn't stop you from finding out more. Maybe you know someone who is suitable?" Li Du said.
"Yes, God would not have sent you to us for no reason." Hans had become a devout Christian at this moment.
The two of them also knew that the middle-aged man was not suitable for their job, but this was the first person who had come to their booth so far. They could only try to make a desperate attempt.
The middle-aged man firmly refused. "There might not be anyone around me. Oh, let me introduce myself. I'm Wilbur Russell, the HR manager of Classic Vision Ltd. Our company is looking to hire two video projectionists. Are you interested?"
Hans immediately threw the recruitment brochure in his hand away. It turned out that this guy was also here to recruit people, and he was trying to betray them.
Wilbur was a very patient person. He began to introduce his company eloquently. "Our Classic Vision is Flagstaff's largest film recording and broadcasting company, with a total of tens of millions of assets …"
"Our monthly income is more than 200,000. What kind of income can you give us?" Li Du was too lazy to listen to him.
Wilbur choked on his words, then shook his head and left. As he walked, he said, "These two idiots really know how to brag!"
Their position was not good. They were at the back of the job fair. Of course, this was understandable. After all, they were only hiring two movers, and the employment committee did not care about them at all.
The farmers' market next door was bustling with people, and the pork shop next door was bustling with people. However, in front of them, there were very few people.
Later, Hans had no choice but to hand out flyers, but in the end, he still did not meet any suitable movers.
During this period, there were some people who came to apply, but either their requirements were too high — not only a basic salary, but also a commission from storage auctions; or their physique was not good enough. The skinny and weak appearance of the otaku made the two worried that he would suddenly die while working.
This went on until noon. The sun was already high up in the sky, shining fiercely on the ground. However, they still did not find anything.
"Let's go drink a cold beer to calm down. I feel like there's a volcano buried in my body, the kind that's going to erupt soon," Hans said.
Li Du said patiently, "You go drink, I'll wait a little longer."
Hans shrugged his shoulders, and sat down at the table to accompany him to wait.
At this time, a few men walked past them with wine and meat. One of them was an acquaintance of theirs: Dog Tail Reginald, who was also a treasure hunter.
The relationship between the two of them and Reginald could not be said to be good. They had both used each other, but Reginald had been cheated badly. Not only had he lost money, but he had also offended Andrew.
However, on the surface, they were still good friends. When the two of them met, Hans immediately greeted them warmly. "Hi, my good buddy, what a coincidence to bump into you here."
"Ah, Big Fox, Li, what a coincidence. Give me a bottle of beer. Thank God, I'm able to bump into good buddies on a trip to the market. "Reginald enthusiastically handed them a bottle of beer.
After the two of them exchanged greetings, they saw the recruitment notice. One of them said jealously, "Wow, your business is really big. You're starting to hire movers."
Hans shook his head helplessly. "I'm just trying my luck. In fact, I didn't even get any sh * t."
Reginald said, "You guys want movers? With your workload, ordinary movers won't do. Coincidentally, I have a good recommendation. "
"Who?"
Reginald said, "Godzilla!"
The few people beside him nodded.
"That's right, this guy is really a capable porter."
"Godzilla is a terrifying fellow. I'm willing to bet that whoever recruits him will be like a tiger that has grown wings!"
"I haven't seen him in a while. Where did he go?"
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