People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The hope is more than slim. If nothing unexpected happens, this interview will be just another performance by the HR students reciting to Teacher Joyce.

While Joyce was lost in thought, the communicator in her hand suddenly vibrated. Her college mentor sent her a caring text message.

"Joyce? Having trouble with the interview?"

Sometimes, adults collapse in just a moment. Joyce could endure cold rejections again and again, but when her mentor's sudden concern caught her off guard, she suddenly felt a pang of pain in her nose.

As a top student in the school, Joyce's situation has always been of concern to her tutors.

Before Joyce could reply, the teacher's message popped up again:

"If you run into difficulties, you can try your luck at 3 Sunset Boulevard. Magnus Bank has reached a cooperation with the Kjerag government to hold a job fair there. The conditions in Kjerag are quite tough, but correspondingly, the requirements for applicants are quite open."

The instructor paused, and then said something that suddenly ignited some hope in Joyce's heart:

"There are no restrictions on those infected with oripathy in their recruitment."

"If Colombia doesn't accept you, you can try to go abroad and bring your gifts and talents to Kjerag."

Chapter 37: Confidence as a Quetzalcoatl

"Government recruitment actually requires a job fair? This is really new."

Next to the bar counter, a woman wearing a loose cloth shirt with the scientific researcher's signature white coat, and a black thick heat-insulating coat on the outside, whose attire could only be described as weird, was shaking a glass of "Minoan Mist" that she had mixed herself. While tasting it, she watched the advertisement playing on TV with great interest.

“When did the Colombian government become so destitute?”

Standing on the other side of the bar, a man whose entire body seemed to be made entirely of metal was wiping his wine glass. Hearing this, he raised his head and glanced at the muted screen.

“It wasn’t Columbia.”

He seemed to lose interest in an instant and lowered his head again.

But the strangely dressed Liberi woman did not lose interest because of her boss's boredom. She licked her lips and asked curiously:

"Tin Man, how long has Kjerag's government existed?"

"Never heard of it." The Tin Man put the wiped wine glass away, then took out a box of cigars from under the counter, lit one, put it to his mouth, and took a deep breath.

No smoke was exhaled.

It’s hard to imagine how he manages to filter out the harmful gases in the smoke. Maybe the gears and parts in his body have already been burnt yellow and blackened by nicotine.

Holhaiya disrespected his boss in his heart, but still asked:

"What about Kjerag? How old is it?"

Women seem to be particularly interested in history, length, etc.

This time, the Tin Man was silent for a moment before giving his answer:

“Ever.”

This was a very vague answer throughout history. It was not enough to explain the specific beginning of Kjerag's history, but it was enough to answer Holhayya's question.

Because of her species, the peak period of the legendary Quetzalcoatl was only a little later than "ever recorded in history".

Hol Haiya was completely intrigued. Her beautiful emerald eyes flashed with aggressiveness, and she asked as if she was talking to herself:

"Have they witnessed my ancestors? Do they know the secrets of our bloodline? Are there people like me?"

"A new power has just been born in an ancient country. Their long, repetitive, and boring history is about to undergo earth-shaking changes at this moment. Phew, it's really fascinating to think that I have the opportunity to witness such a thing."

The Tin Man glanced at her, and there seemed to be a mocking feeling in those steel eyes that shone with an eternal red light.

He replied in an uncharacteristic way:

"Then you can go and try it."

"Try it?" Holhaiya sat up straight.

She is one of the top agents of the Melander Foundation, a backstage organization closely related to the birth and development of Colombia, and has tentacles reaching all over the country. In the past, whenever she expressed any yearning for something, her boss, the Tin Man, would always rudely warn her to give up those regrettable ideas.

For example, the curiosity about the rare elf lady, Muirseth. For example, the curiosity about the Sarkaz banshee, Nastie, who is said to have an unimaginable magic talent. For example, the curiosity about the president of Columbia who is always right, healthy and victorious.

Without exception, all these curiosities were rudely rejected and stopped by the Tin People.

Why did the Tin Man say this time, "If you are interested, you can go and try it?"

As if he was afraid that Horhaiya didn't understand, the Tin Man even added:

"Yes, go and give it a try. There are no missions that require you recently. If you are interested in Kjerag, you can go for an interview. Haha, with your ability, it must be a sure thing for you to pass this kind of interview with almost no threshold, right?"

Even the crude method of provoking others was used?

Holhaiya was even more surprised. Why did the Tin Man look like he couldn't wait for me to deliver it?

"why?"

She finally couldn't help asking. But she didn't expect the Tin Man to have no intention of answering her:

"I heard there is a kind of animal that likes to ask why. Do you know what they are?"

He said, "It's a pig beast."

The corner of Holhaiya's mouth twitched slightly, and he felt a little contempt for his boss who was setting such a trap that even an elementary school student wouldn't fall for.

After a moment, she nodded:

"Well, you approved it. I really plan to try it."

"Yes." The Tin Man nodded.

Hol Haiya jumped off the booth, turned around and took two steps towards the bar door, then turned back and said:

“I really went there, didn’t I?”

"Okay." The Tin Man took another puff of his cigar. The stem had become visibly shorter.

Hol Haiya walked a few more steps forward and reached the door of the bar. He turned back and said:

"I'm leaving, don't you have anything to say to me?"

The Tin Man thought about it and nodded.

Holhaiya turned around and was about to hear the Tin Man's words about regretting letting her out of the cage, when she was violently blasted out of the door of the bar by sixteen words that sounded like wooden pillars striking a bell.

"Be careful on the road and stay safe. As for the expenses, they will not be reimbursed."

Staring blankly at the automatic rolling door that was about to descend in front of him, Holhaiya's expression gradually changed from puzzled to arrogant.

OK OK.

Regardless of whether what the Tin Man said "as she pleases" was true or not, at least now she was temporarily out of the Tin Man's surveillance and had the power to move freely.

Kjerag, a rare country on Terra with a history that matches that of the Great Flame, is undoubtedly an excellent choice for Holhayya, whose mission is to study the secrets of the Quetzalcoatl's ancestral return and whose interest is to study the history of the countries on earth.

Especially now there is still a chance to enter with justification, without being harassed or questioned - Yan Country's entry inspection has left a huge shadow on her, and she never wants to experience the tragedy of having all her carefully hidden secrets dug out again in her life.

Holhaiya is already excited!

A small interview was no problem for her. No matter how difficult it was, could it be harder than applying for a permanent residence permit for scholars in Yan Country?

After rubbing his legs which were trembling with excitement and restraining the charming "smile" on his face that made people's eyes light up, Holhaiya turned around and walked towards his rental house, shaking his fat but nimble tail.

The position I'll choose for the interview is the Prime Minister's Secretary, who has the best access to senior management.

Since it's an interview, I have to dress up well, show a winning attitude, and crush those college students.

This is also the confidence of being a feathered serpent.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Chapter 38: Master, what do you do?

“Is this the real recruitment scene?”

Looking at the people coming and going in the small venue, Vina couldn't help but sigh.

For her, watching so many people arguing over a few scarce spots was truly a very novel experience.

Isn't it possible to get a job just by asking?

Years of wandering on the streets of Londinium allowed her to see the real situation of the bottom of Victorian society. Under the surface of peace and prosperity, there were countless gang fights and chaos. Under such social rules, as long as you have good skills and dare to fight, at least it is not difficult to have enough food.

And Aslan never lacked courage.

Although this made her life miserable, it was not too bad at all.

However, despite having experienced life at the top and the bottom, Vina still has only a vague understanding of the real lives of ordinary people.

Hearing her surprised exclamation, Ernst shook his head:

"That's nothing. I've seen worse."

"Is there anything more terrifying?" Even Xinteleya, who had work experience, turned her head and showed an interested expression.

Ernst nodded. "It was a competition where hundreds of thousands of people in a city competed for a dozen or even one or two positions. It was truly a competition where thousands of troops crossed a single-plank bridge."

"How could this happen? In which country would such a situation occur?" Lola asked in disbelief.

After graduation, she also received olive branches from some Colombian companies. Snow engineering is an unpopular subject, and not many people have the patience and talent to obtain a doctorate in this degree. It is a special professional talent.

Although she finally returned to Kjerag and worked for Ernst, she still had some understanding of the job market as she had participated in internships.

At least, in a school like Colombia, it is almost impossible for hundreds of thousands of people to compete for one or two offers.

Apart from anything else, the population of a mobile city is only around a few hundred thousand to a million. If tens of thousands of people all go looking for a job, won't the entire social order collapse?

But Ernst just looked at her, smiled slightly, and didn't explain.

If you have not really lived in that kind of world, who can imagine that a city can even accommodate hundreds of millions of people, and even if hundreds of thousands of them are rushing to take the civil service exam, it can still allow the arrogant capitalists to say to the workers, "If you don't work, there are plenty of people who will do it. We lack everything except people!"

Ernst's mind flashed back to the day when he found out that he had passed the civil service exam. Even though the world he lived in was different, his excitement was still beyond words.

Well, why not find an opportunity to write about the world as a science fiction novel? Maybe it will become popular?

This idea suddenly flashed through Ernst's mind and soon burned like a wildfire.

It feels like it’s really feasible, and maybe you can make money?

Ernst has read quite a few books. If he materializes the history of the Earth in this world in the form of science fiction, wouldn't it be a small kind of nostalgia that no one could understand?

Moreover, once this framework is built and it can really make a profit, then next, he might be able to set up a special publishing house and move all the world's famous books from his previous life here!

As expected, most articles in the world are plagiarized. In this world with different physical rules and a strong technological level, liberal arts students still have a magical way out by plagiarizing!

Thinking of the huge amount of Longmen coins and gold certificates that might come to him, Ernst couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as if he was borrowing from the future.

"What are you laughing at, boss?" Xinteleya asked Lola beside her in a low voice.

Lola shook her head, indicating that she didn’t know either: “The boss is like this occasionally, maybe he thinks of something happy?”

"Don't we need to do something?" Vina said, "It feels a bit boring for us to just sit here."

She was a little eager to try and talk to those college students in person who were wearing suits and ties and holding resumes.

But Magnus Bank has already taken care of this recruitment. The headhunting company they commissioned sent professional HR. Behind the small square table at the end of each flow of people is a simple interview room.

They will be responsible for screening out college students who do not meet the basic requirements, and then submit the remaining qualified resumes to the company for secondary review and background check, and finally submit them to Ernst and others.

In other words, Ernst and others are only responsible for the final three interviews and the stamp of approval of the talent, which greatly reduces the workload of their small team and is more in line with the recruitment process. However, to some extent, this approach also has some small hidden dangers.

Because Ernst actually didn't give any standards at all.

The headhunting company felt that this was the most annoying order they had ever received. Public recruitment of civil servants was already an exaggerated matter, and preferential treatment for large quantities was unheard of. If Magnus Bank had not offered too much, the headhunting company would even suspect that they were supplying talent to some overseas fraud forces.

Of course, since enough is given, it doesn’t matter. It’s not a scam. It’s a new form of wealth balancing method developed in the new era and new situation to adapt to the new business model!

Vina obviously knew that it was a taboo in the industry for an outsider to guide an insider, so although she was eager to try, she didn't dare to really step forward before getting Ernst's approval.

But Ernst didn't care. He was busy thinking about whether to start his first "Earth" series from the creation of the world by Pangu or from the birth of Jesus.

In response to Vina's request, Ernst nodded in approval:

"You can go around and look around. If you see someone you think is suitable, you can just bring a copy of their resume. It won't be a problem."

He has a rather carefree attitude of "I am a barbarian".