A doctor who travels through two eras

Seeing that Lin Sanqi was dressed like a Hong Kong tycoon and surrounded by several bodyguards, the middle-aged man didn't dare to show any displeasure and obediently stopped in his tracks.

"Hey sir, go take a look at that job posting. It requires you to speak Mandarin, Cantonese, and English. Do you think that's excessive? People who don't know you run a pharmacy might think you're in the foreign affairs department."

What's even more infuriating is that the recruitment requirements for this Lingnan Pharmacy stipulate that applicants must be no older than 40, men must be handsome, women must be beautiful, they must have an outgoing personality, be good at accounting, hardworking, and preferably have a high school diploma or above.

"My goodness, it's just a medicine sales clerk position! Even the employees at our commune's supply and marketing cooperative didn't have these requirements. This isn't recruitment; it's clearly bullying!"

Lin Sanqi wasn't annoyed. The common people have a hundred different opinions; how can you please everyone?

But he was still willing to explain a few things:
"That's not necessarily true. The employees of Lingnan Pharmacy will be selling medicine to others in the future. In Hong Kong, if you don't understand Cantonese or English, how will you communicate with people? You agree, right?"
As for the requirement for a certain diploma, that's understandable.

All medicines have instruction manuals. You need to memorize what different medicines do and what their side effects are, so you can use them when introducing them to customers.

Without a certain level of education and qualifications, how can someone who has never been to school do this job well?
If the requirements weren't high and anyone could do it, why would Lingnan Pharmacy offer such a high salary of 500 yuan, plus room and board?

The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment, knowing in his heart that the young tycoon in front of him had a point, but he vehemently denied it:
"Bullshit! There's no such thing as a free lunch. This Lingnan Pharmacy is probably trying to lure all the handsome men and beautiful women from the refugee camps and sell them to Portland Street for prostitution. I've heard too many stories like that. Humph!"

Upon hearing this, those around him cast strange glances, clearly realizing that the middle-aged man had hit the nail on the head.

Lin Sanqi scratched his head and said to Wang Jin beside him:
“This person is ruining our reputation. Let’s drag him aside and beat him up in front of everyone. Don’t beat him too badly, just give him superficial injuries.”

Wang Jin sneered, grabbed the man by the neck, and threw him to the ground.

"Oh dear, why are you hitting people? Help! Hong Kong people are hitting us, bullying us mainlanders!"

Wang Jin clenched his fist and said to the scumbag on the ground, as well as the crowd that had surrounded him:

"I'm not from Hong Kong, I'm a Guangxi native who fled to Hong Kong. We all came to Hong Kong just to make a living. Now the owner of Lingnan Pharmacy is taking pity on us and is recruiting workers in the refugee camp, offering a high salary of 500 yuan."

Tell me, with a monthly salary of 500 yuan, plus room and board included, what kind of people couldn't you find in Hong Kong? Why come to this refugee camp to recruit?

Let me tell you, the owner of Lingnan Hospital is also from the mainland and a fugitive who fled to Hong Kong. He just succeeded in his business and wanted to help his compatriots. Instead of being grateful, you hold a grudge.

You piece of trash actually spread rumors and slander that the Lingnan Pharmacy was recruiting workers to scam people into selling their bodies? Everyone tell me, shouldn't this kind of scoundrel be beaten up?

After Wang Jin said this, the refugees who had been watching and were about to stand up for him all dispersed.

Just kidding, he was slandering someone behind their back and got caught red-handed by people from Lingnan Hospital. If he didn't get beaten up, who would?

Seeing that everyone had dispersed, Wang Jin didn't hold back. He raised his hand and slapped the middle-aged man hard across the face, making him cry out in pain.

Several soldiers in green uniforms, who were maintaining order in the distance, rushed over as soon as they saw a fight breaking out.

Huang Xiaoji walked over, whispered a few words in the ears of the two men in green uniforms, and then slipped them two packs of cigarettes. The two men in green uniforms then walked away without any intention of stopping him.

In Hong Kong, money really can buy anything, especially since the person who was beaten was a refugee who had fled to Hong Kong.

Lin Sanqi ignored what was happening here and slowly walked to the recruitment booth, where Uncle Lin Liu and several staff members were already conducting interviews.

"Sixth Uncle."

Uncle Lin smiled and nodded when he saw his nephew arrive:
"You're here too. Come on, you be the interviewer and show us what kind of employees you're looking for."

Lin Sanqi didn't stand on ceremony. It was only right for the boss to provide a sample, so that the subsequent interviews could be conducted according to this template.

"Okay, but our requirements are quite high, and we don't know if we can recruit enough people."

Lingnantang plans to open at least 35 pharmacies, including a flagship store. This will require at least two to three hundred staff members, including sales clerks, warehouse keepers, accountants, and finance personnel.

We need even more, as a talent pool.

Lin Sanqi glanced at the refugees waiting for training. Those who dared to come over to socialize were all young men and women under 40 years old, dressed in tattered clothes and looking pale.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are worn out; Lin Sanqi only cares about whether they are clean.

If someone's clothes are covered in stains and you can smell a foul odor from afar, even a talented person is already ruined and has lost all hope for life. This is not the kind of talent Lin Sanqi wants.

This illustrates the importance of first impressions.

"Hello everyone, I am the owner of Lingnan Hospital."

The reason we've set such stringent requirements for this recruitment drive is because our pharmacy staff will not only be interacting with the general public, but also with many foreign customers. If they don't speak Cantonese, they won't be able to communicate with Hong Kong residents; if they don't speak English, they won't be able to communicate with foreigners. So, overcoming the language barrier is a minimum requirement.

It's not that we discriminate against anyone; it's just a work requirement. We hope everyone can understand.

Other compatriots from the mainland, if you want to settle down and live in Hong Kong, you must learn Cantonese.

If you can learn English, I can guarantee you that you will definitely get a high-paying clerical job in the future.

After Lin Sanqi said this, everyone present fell into deep thought.

People from Guangdong and Guangxi are relatively easy to talk to, since their languages ​​are similar and they can generally understand and communicate with each other.

However, those who fled to Hong Kong from other provinces, if they cannot speak Cantonese, will be completely lost in Hong Kong and will be unable to do basic work.

"Okay, who would like to be the first to apply?"

Two young people, a man and a woman, both around 20 years old, walked out from the crowd. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful; they were clearly a couple.

The man spoke first after sitting down:
"Comrade, oh no, boss, hello, my name is Qi Kezhi, and this is my wife, Zhou Hanzhang. We are both 25 years old this year."

My hometown is Huadu, and I only came to Hong Kong last year. We both graduated from Sun Yat-sen University, speak English, and are willing to learn about pharmacy. I hope the boss can give us a chance.

Lin Sanqi was a little surprised, because Sun Yat-sen University is a national key university, and its graduates are all the pride of heaven, assigned to the best units.

Why must the couple both flee to Hong Kong?
"Excuse me, may I ask why you came to Hong Kong? Don't be nervous, I'm also from Huadu, we're all from the same hometown."

Qi Kezhi gave a wry smile and said:

"My partner and I were classmates. We originally planned to get married after graduation and live a wonderful life."

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Due to my wife's family situation, the whole family was to be transferred to work in the Northwest.

So my partner and I discussed it and decided to take a gamble for our future, which is why we fled to Hong Kong.

Unfortunately, being unfamiliar with the area, I haven't had a chance to leave the refugee camp, so I really hope the boss can give me that opportunity.

Lin Sanqi was very fond of the two poised and elegant young people.

Confident, independent, and decisive in critical moments—that's his ideal type of employee.

"You all look rather frail. It must have been quite an achievement for you to travel all the way from Paris to Hong Kong."

Qi Kezhi glanced at his wife and sighed heavily:

"I can swim, but my wife, a girl, can't. The circumstances at the time didn't allow us to learn how to swim slowly, so we had to empty all our money and buy a tire at the beach."

The waves were really big that night when we tried to cross the sea. The other illegal immigrants around us said that a typhoon was coming and it was not suitable to cross the sea, so we should wait.

But there was nothing we could do, because the area where we were hiding had been discovered by the border guards. They were searching us in groups of green uniforms, and they were about to reach us.

If we were caught, the consequences would be unimaginable. My lover and I would be separated forever, never to see each other again. So we had no choice but to leave overnight.

When I went into the sea, I tied one end of the rope tightly under my armpit and tied the other end to her tire. Then, ignoring the raging wind and waves, I gritted my teeth and went into the sea.

My wife held onto the lifebuoy with both hands, kicking her legs hard and fast as she followed behind me, and we swam towards Hong Kong together.

At this point, Qi Kezhi suddenly burst into tears, his voice choked with emotion:

"There were 58 people who went into the sea with us. We counted them and encouraged each other, promising that we would all come ashore together."

But in the end, only nine people made it ashore. We waited all night, but no one else came ashore. They were left in that sea forever.

As soon as he said that, many people at the scene burst into tears.

Clearly, they all deeply empathize with the near-death experience of swimming at sea, or they recall the fear of being submerged in water on a pitch-black night.

Perhaps this fear will stay with them for the rest of their lives. (End of Chapter)