I have a city in another world

Chapter 569 Perception and generous benefits!
As soon as he walked out of the village, Hosseini saw an old figure walking slowly on the scorched yellow dirt road ahead.

The man Hosseini was very familiar with was the old man who was going to look for a job with him.

At this moment, the old man was hunched over, walking towards the small town in front of him step by step, his back was bleak and desolate.

Although the old man looks like he is dying, it seems that a gust of wind can blow him away, but if you underestimate him because of this, it is definitely a big mistake!

This old man dressed in rags, with cloudy eyes and wrinkled face is definitely a legend!
None of the men, women and children in the Husseini village dared to underestimate the old man, and sometimes his words were more effective than the elders in the village.

Hosseini heard people say that the old man had already taken to the battlefield with a gun when he was a child. He was the only one who survived out of more than 100 soldiers who served together.

When people found him, the old man had already fallen into a coma, and there were more than 30 corpses of enemies lying near the top of the mountain where he was!
In the next few decades, the old man's comrades-in-arms changed batch after batch, and they either died in battle or were captured, or disappeared without a trace.

The only thing that stayed with him for a long time was an ugly rifle that had been broken in the hands of the enemy.

The old man's gun looked inconspicuous, the rifling was almost polished, and it was placed on the ground without worrying that someone would steal it.

But it was such a broken gun that took the lives of countless enemies, but his master was safe and sound, living for decades with all his beard and tail.

Until one evening a few years ago, the old man returned to the village where he was born, and no one has seen the old gun since then.

From then on, the old man, like all the old people in this country, squatted silently in the corner every day, looking blankly at the passers-by. They silently endured the pain of illness and hunger, while waiting for the arrival of death.

Husseini walked a few steps quickly, walking side by side with the old man. Neither of them spoke, but there was a trace of firmness in their eyes.

Although the two are of different ages, they have both held guns and killed people before, and now they choose to give everything for their families!
It sounds ridiculous, but plain and pathetic.

When my family can't even fill their stomachs, and their children can only wear rags and bare feet, these men who have been on the battlefield can definitely give up everything for the responsibility on their shoulders!
The two walked side by side on the rugged and winding dirt road, occasionally passing the wreckage left by the war.

It didn't take long before more than a dozen young people caught up. They got together with Hosseini and headed towards the town together.

When their mouths were thirsty, they finally saw the shadow of the town.

It is said to be a small town, but in fact there is no bustling scene at all. It is nothing more than a few more residents and a few more rough-looking shops.

The wounds of the war are still clearly visible, and some new traces will be added from time to time. Many buildings have been damaged and repaired again, and they look mottled.

Numb-faced people were also walking on the street, a group of children in shabby clothes rolled the hoops, running noisily past, and ran straight to the center of the town.

Today's small town is very lively, there are obviously many more people, seeing how they are in groups, they must come with the same purpose as Hosseini and others.

Seeing this, Hosseini felt a little apprehensive, fearing that he would not be admitted and would not get the money for his life, otherwise the children would continue to starve.

It's ridiculous to say that at this time, Husseini was afraid that others would look down on his life, so he was thinking about how to be admitted.

After praying secretly in his heart, a trace of determination flashed across Hosseini's face, no matter what method he used, he must get the money!

The old man next to him looked indifferent, just walked forward with his head down, and rarely looked around like other young people.

In the center of the town, several huge tents have been set up. Dozens of men and women who don't seem to be locals are sitting on the table and waving pens, filling out the information for those men who come to sign up.

Hosseini and others saw the young man who had been there before. He was chatting with several local people at the moment, and while talking, he kept looking around in the crowd.

After seeing Hosseini and others, the young man came over and smiled at them.

"It seems that you have already made a decision, then come with me!"

When the young man said this, he turned his head to look at the old man, and said in a positive tone: "Please remember my words, you will never regret this choice, because this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Hosseini was preoccupied with being admitted, and didn't pay attention to the young man's words, but a hint of thought flashed in the old man's muddy eyes.

I don't know why, but the old man always feels that the other party has seen through all his secrets, which makes him feel a little vigilant, but feels extremely absurd.

The old man has already seen that the other party is just an ordinary person, and it is absolutely impossible to see through his details, but where does the strange feeling of being seen through come from?

With the youth leading the way, Hosseini and others quickly filled out the form and were called into the tent one by one.

Hosseini was the first to go in and saw two men and a woman sitting inside.

For some unknown reason, Hosseini felt that the three young men were very strange. When they looked at him, it made him feel as if he had been stripped of his clothes.

If he had a gun by his side, he would take it without hesitation to protect himself.

When one's own secrets are exposed, everyone will feel insecure and subconsciously seek self-protection.

But in order to get the high-paying job, Hosseini fought back the uncomfortable feeling and forced himself to calm down.

The three looked at Hosseini, and then asked Hosseini some family information, and nodded slightly.

"Congratulations, you have been admitted by Shenglong Group. After you put your fingerprints on this contract, you can receive your compensation at any time, a total of 15 US dollars!
And you don't have to worry about your family, because our company will build a small town and factory to house the family members of the admitted students.

There are schools in small towns where your kids can go to school for free and your family can work in factories.

As long as you become an employee of Shenglong Group, the group will do its best to let you have no worries!

If you have other requirements, you can also ask us, we will try our best to meet your requirements! "

After hearing what the other party said, Hosseini felt like a dream. The Shenglong Group not only gave himself a large sum of money, but also arranged housing and work for his family!

Such favorable conditions made Hosseini feel like he was dreaming.

I wondered if the other party was deceiving me, but then I thought, my family is already so poor, what can I be deceived?
Besides, as long as the other party gives money, so what if he is cheated out of his life!
Hosseini was illiterate and couldn't read the content on the black paper, but according to the other party's request, he cut his thumb and pressed a bloody fingerprint.

After putting away the contract, another young man walked in and took Husseini to claim the huge compensation that belonged to him.

　Thanks to: Zihen 888, the sword has been scabbard 57 for the reward, thank you book friends for your monthly pass and recommendation support!

　　
　
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