"Look, there's another countryman in a daze..."
A sentence drifted into his ears inadvertently. Lin Ming turned a deaf ear to it at first. It was not until he realized that several people were looking at him that he realized that he was talking about him. [No pop-up novel website] Turning around, he saw three or four children licking candies on small sticks, laughing and pointing at him. He couldn't help but blush - although he was in Foshan, Foshan was one of the "Four Major Towns in the World" comparable to Tongqu Dafu, and its prosperity was comparable to Guangzhou Prefecture. He is also a "fashionable person" who knows everything about poetry, literature, wine and chess. Not to mention in Foshan, he is considered a small and famous "fashionable person" in the entire Guangzhou Prefecture. Now he is actually regarded as a "countryman" by several children.
When the children saw Lin Ming's discovery, they immediately dispersed. Lin Ming realized that he had lost his composure just now, coughed quickly, and continued to walk forward slowly. The prosperity of Dongmen City was not unexpected to him. After all, there are many busy streets like Foshan. However, the good order here, the cleanliness of the streets and the "exotic style" of the houses left a deep impression on him.
Lin Ming looked left and right, and finally stopped in front of a store with a sign that read "Weimin Employment Agency."
He had already understood through inquiry that the so-called employment agency was a "recommendation shop" run by the thieves. The Kun thieves are generally all-pervasive and take care of everything. Even the recommended shops are run by the government.wanshuba.com. "Needless to say, this bandit must have a lot of redundant officials and officials." Lin Ming said secretly, "It is no different from the Great Song Dynasty."
Although Lin Ming was a hereditary military attache, he had read some books. He was quite concerned about the fact that Kun Ze claimed to be a descendant of the Song Dynasty, although he felt that Kun Ze was just clinging to him. I still compare myself involuntarily.
There were not many customers in the store. They were standing and squatting in twos and threes, chatting. For those who were eating, some simply took a nap against the wall with their eyes closed. Some people even carry luggage rolls with them. Behind a row of wooden counters, there were many registration clerks sitting, all wearing uniforms of the same color. Above everyone's head, there were wooden signs hanging with words written on them: "Job Registration", "Employment Registration", "Certificate Issuance"... Lin Ming couldn't understand what it was. He just kept looking around and saw only the wall. It is inlaid with a huge black wooden board. There are many entries densely written in white gray on it. If you look closely, they all refer to labor. If you look more closely, there are categories marked on it: "Commercial Labor", "Carpenter", "Clerical", "Manpower", "Industrial Training Workers" "...
Although the words are all in vernacular and in vulgar Chinese. However, most of the words used are "Newspeak" promoted by Kun Zei, which is also very different from vernacular. Except for carpenters and laborers who understand it quite well, others can only guess and have a rough idea of what it means. He craned his neck to browse carefully at the tasks on the blackboard. "General workers", "agricultural workers" and "industrial trained workers" have the greatest demand. Lin Ming roughly knew that this was all hard work. If he did it, he would probably not have enough energy to go to his sister-in-law to collect information on the Kun thief. He did not come to Lingao to work on the land for the Kun thief.
It would be best to have a job that is more leisurely and allows you to move around. After browsing the blackboard for a long time, he finally found a suitable job - a store in Dongmen City was recruiting a "copywriter".
"Copywriting" is nothing more than copying and writing, and Lin Ming is naturally capable of doing this job. He quickly walked to the nearest counter and greeted: "Sir..."
The person sitting at the counter is young, but very old-fashioned. Although he shaved his head and became more comfortable, he still exuded the aura of poverty and sourness of a down-and-out scholar. He coughed and said in a low tone: "Don't call me sir, call me comrade. What's the matter?"
"Yes, comrade..." Lin Ming wondered what kind of title this was? Neither Zizhi Tongjian nor Song History wrote, "I want to do that job -" He didn't recognize the Arabic numerals on it, so he had to point with his fingers.
But the other party didn't even look at his instructions and asked without raising his head: "Do you have an employment certificate?"
"Employment permit?"
"I didn't go to window No. 1 to apply for an employment permit first. Next one!" Fake Kun dropped this sentence neatly and stopped talking to him. Lin Ming hurried to the counter with the signs "No. 1" and "Employment Registration" painted on it. Here is a middle-aged woman, but she has a pleasant face:
"Take out your ID card, can you read it? Then fill out a form to register yourself."
Lin Ming registered his ID card under the guidance of the female fake Kun. After signing one document after another, he finally got an "Employment Certificate" and an employment contract. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. You really need a certificate to do anything here...
"Since you are literate, you'd better take the C diploma. Otherwise, your educational level will only be considered as 'literacy'. Without certification of educational level, your employment will be greatly restricted." The female fake Kun was enthusiastic and introduced him to take the exam. Due to the surge in immigration, the Diploma C exam has been increased from once every three months to once a month.
Lin Ming was just vague. Although he didn't know what the Type C diploma was, he knew from the conversation that it was an exam organized by Kun Thief. Anyone who passes the exam is given a "diploma". Isn't this the same as "fame"? If I take part in the "fake examination", it will be a huge "stain". If others find out about my family position, I won't have to take it.
The agency was just an "introduction", so whether or not Lin Ming should be used as the "copywriter" had to be determined by the shopkeeper of the "Haixing" who was recruiting workers. The agency just asked him to go to the store for an "interview."
"You said you can write and do calculations, so it should be no problem. If you succeed, ask the other shopkeeper to stamp it and take it back for registration. If not, come here to register, and our agency will give it to you. Looking for someone to live with. Do you understand?" Fake Kun ordered.
"Yes, I understand. Thank you, comrade, for reminding me."
The work is finally done. Lin Ming then went to the counter to introduce a long-term rental hotel called "Wei Min Hotel" - it was said to be government-run and specialized in serving free immigrants who had just arrived in Lingao. It was located in the narrow alley behind the agency. Going out from the back door of the agency, it's almost a matter of walking.
Lin Ming followed the instructions from the introduction office and walked halfway through the alley when he saw a three-story red brick building. The appearance is not very beautiful, it is as boxy as a box. There are many windows on the wall, and they are all equipped with glass windows. This kind of "luxury" is already an aesthetic fatigue for Lin Ming - glass is the most common thing in Lingao.
The door of the building is very large and stands on three levels of stone steps. There is a plaque with white characters on a black background hanging on the lintel. On it are the four characters "Weimin Hotel" in regular script.
The door was open, Lin Ming stepped in, and a very complex smell hit his face. This was a special smell composed of tobacco, soju, sweat and tattered clothes. This smell can often be smelled in low-class hotels. However, the smell of this hotel is also mixed with a strong and pungent smell - the smell of disinfectant.
The light in the foyer is bright, and a female prosthetic dressed in blue is sitting behind the counter, with thick guest books piled in front of her. The big wooden board behind him was covered with keys. There is a banner notice on the wall next to it: "No one is allowed to move in without an ID card!" Underneath this sentence is a black and white painting printed by woodcut: several fake "male men" twisting a man with sinister eyebrows and a bun. The people of the Ming Dynasty looked like a man, and a white light shone on him. There was also a sentence in the white light: "Beware of spies!"
Lin Ming couldn't help but tremble when he saw this painting. Quickly calm down, take out your ID card and go to the counter to check in.
"Live in a common room or a single room?" the female fake Kun asked after registering his ID card.
Lin Ming hesitated and said, "Can you take a look first?"
"Of course. The first and second floors are full-sized bungalows, and the third floor is single rooms. The price will be higher."
The first and second floors are large rooms. The rooms are all long-tube in shape and are equipped with bunk beds. There are ten bunk beds in one room, which can accommodate twenty people. There are lockers against the wall, one for each person, which can be used to store personal items such as luggage and clothing.
Although it is a large room with a bunk floor, the windows in the room are large, the ceiling is high, and the ventilation is good, so even though there are many people living there, the smell is still within a tolerable range.
It's daytime now, and most people are out working, but there are also a few people who work shifts sleeping. Each bunk has its own independent tent, which can be pulled up to form a unified structure.
There was a large word "quiet" painted on the wall, and there were many paintings pasted on it. Lin Ming had no intention of looking at it - he took one look and felt that the shop was not suitable. It was not that he disliked the poor conditions. He had to find a way to find a solution in Lingao. When saving people, you cannot do everything under the eyes of others. It is said that there are many spies among the Kun thieves, so it is hard to guarantee that their spies are not among the residents.
"I'd better live in a single room..."
"Okay, I'll take you up."
The room on the third floor is very small, with a bed taking up 30% of the floor. The furniture is extremely simple, with a table, a chair and a cabinet. The ceiling is also very low - in fact, the third floor is actually "the second and a half floors". However, the windows are open and it is very clean and tidy.
"Let's just go here." Lin Ming looked at it and found that it was easy to climb out of the window of this room and land on the roof of the second floor next to it. If he needed to sneak in and out, it would be a passage, so he decided to rent this room right away. . It was agreed to rent it for three days first - if the "Haixing" does not provide accommodation, the lease would be extended.
"The bathroom and toilet are at the end of the corridor, and you can take a shower to the bathroom on the first floor." The female prosthetic introduced one by one, "Hot water is only available from 6 to 8 o'clock in the morning and evening. Cold water is available all day long."
"Thank you very much, comrade."
"You're welcome," the female fake girl said, "It's not convenient for you to live and work here in this outfit. I suggest you get a haircut and change your clothes."
"this……"
"It's okay. If you want to eat, turn left when you go out. There is a public canteen in the second alley. It's easy to go to a stall or a small restaurant if you want - they are all there."
