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Chapter 744: 734
That night, Shen Yingxue lay in the arms of a Mediterranean, coquettishly exaggerating to her sugar daddy about how she had been neglected that day.
"Wanxiong, I was bullied, you must stand up for me," she said, rubbing her bosom against the Mediterranean’s arms.
The Mediterranean, teased, tightened his hug, "My little darling, don’t worry; as long as you take good care of your brother, I will definitely stand up for you. You say what to do, and we’ll do just that, okay?"
With that, he leaned in for a big kiss.
Shen Yingxue felt disgustingly sick inside, but she put on a coy face and half-heartedly yielded to the Mediterranean.
Internally, she vowed that once she hooked a better man, she would be the first to kick this old geezer to the curb. Damn disgusting! And that Shen Yunfang, not knowing favor when it’s shown, she would make sure her lousy farm couldn’t go on. She would just wait and see who was more formidable!
Meanwhile, Shen Yunfang was utterly unaware that she had offended someone. She had finally found a joke that could make her laugh for half her lifetime. Sometimes, when she unconsciously thought of those broken affairs back home, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter, which made Li Hongjun constantly touch her forehead to see if she had a fever or if her brain had been cooked.
Under such a cheerful mood, as soon as December arrived, Shen Yunfang, with the help of a few skillful employees, finished brewing the white liquor. They made a total of three hundred jars, each capable of holding one hundred kilograms of white liquor. They immediately moved them into the storage in the belly of the mountain.
Over at the processing plant, the recruitment officially began.
Early on recruitment day, many people had already gathered at the Drying Yard. When Shen Yunfang and Zhang Chunwang walked out of the office at the appointed time, they were dazzled. There had to be at least five or six hundred people standing in the Drying Yard, a mix of shapes and sizes.
"Why do I see an old man with all white hair? Is he here for the job too, or did he come to drop off his grandson?" Shen Yunfang commented with a chilly expression, only moving her lips slightly to Chunwang beside her.
She had really not expected there to be so many unemployed people from various age groups in the city; some were not prepared at all.
"Sis, you should go inside and rest for a bit. We’ll organize things here first. After a preliminary screening, you come and have a look," Chunwang said, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Mainly because these people were either asking this or that, making their heads buzz.
"Hmm, okay, you guys start organizing. Send back the minors and anyone older than forty-five," Yunfang commanded. Her business was a private enterprise focused on profit; they couldn’t afford to recruit workers who wouldn’t work for at least several years before retiring, so the elderly were out of the question. And then there were minors; anyone under eighteen was not employable; that would be child labor.
Shen Yunfang turned and went back into the dormitory building to hide from the chaos.
Zhang Chunwang and the sales department employees began organizing people to fill in their basic registration information.
When the registration staff saw an elder man in front of them, they were a bit perplexed.
"Grandpa, how old are you?" The worker thought it best to ask the man’s age first, in case he was precocious; they didn’t want to wrongly accuse someone.
"I’m fifty-eight," the elder replied, his voice loud and clear, a sign of good health.
But even with good health, they still couldn’t employ him.
"Grandpa, I’m really sorry, but we have age restrictions for our recruitment, from eighteen to forty-five years old. We can’t accept anyone too old or too young," the worker explained apologetically. The job notice had mentioned this, but some people probably came hoping to try their luck, thinking they might get hired despite the limits.
Orders had just come down from above: everyone was to be treated with gentle care, and staff members were not permitted to boss the recruited workers around.
"What? What did you say?" The elderly man certainly wasn’t so old that he couldn’t hear clearly; he was just somewhat unwilling to accept the situation.
"Sir, I said you’re too old. You’ve exceeded the age limit for our recruitment, I’m sorry, but you should go back home."
"Comrade, I’m in good health, just make an exception for me and let me register. My family is struggling, several of my children are out of work, and if I don’t have a job as well, people at home will starve to death." The old man said, and from his clothing pocket, he sneakily tried to shove a box of cigarettes into the staff member’s pocket.
This was outright bribery.
"Hey, old man, old man, what are you doing? You can’t be doing this. It wouldn’t look good if someone saw. Please keep them for yourself," the staff member quickly fished the cigarettes out of his pocket and stuffed them back into the old man’s, worrying if his superior’s wife were to see this, his job would be at stake.
While a staff member was persuading the old man to leave, another encountered an illiterate military spouse.
"Ma’am, please fill out this form." The staff member looked at the woman in front of him, who appeared, from her facial features, to be within the required age range, so he straightforwardly handed her a form to fill out.
There were too many people arriving on-site to register; there were less than ten staff members, and if each form had to be filled out by a staff member, they wouldn’t finish even by noon. Hence, they generally handed out a form and a pencil to each person who arrived so they could fill it out themselves and submit it afterward.
The woman gave the paper and pencil in her hands a look, then glanced at the staff member in front of her and with a slap, placed the paper and pencil back in front of the staff member, "Young man, I am a military spouse, and I live in the same compound as your boss, we’re neighbors. I can’t write, so you fill it out for me."
The staff member sighed. This was the fifth illiterate person they had encountered that morning. And to think, he had only filled out registration forms for six people since the morning began.
Why were all the illiterate people coming to his line today?
The noisy and tumultuous morning finally passed, with all the registration forms completed. The ineligible applicants due to age or clear disabilities unsuitable for the production line were removed, as were a few loudly opinionated women whom the staff had noted during registration. In the end, around three hundred people passed the preliminary selection.
Since there was a retest in the afternoon and these individuals couldn’t possibly go back to the city for lunch in time, Shen Yunfang organized a series of long tables at the Drying Yard, bringing out ready-made bun fillings and dough and letting people make their own buns.
This was an impromptu test, mainly for Shen Yunfang to observe whether the applicants maintained cleanliness and worked efficiently in their daily lives.
An hour later, three hundred people each were given four large buns to share, made by themselves as lunch provided by the farm. Over a hundred were eliminated after this round.
The afternoon test was mainly a character assessment, which Zhang Chunwang oversaw. In the end, only a hundred people remained. Among them, thirty-two military spouses recommended by the military district were all kept on Shen Yunfang’s watch; the rest were recruited from the city.
Of course, those who remained now were not yet official employees of the processing factory, which only needed fifty workers. The surplus allowed for leeway during the training period over the next half month.
Ultimately, their retention was contingent upon whether they could pass the training and qualify for the position.
Of course, Shen Yunfang wouldn’t let them work for free during the training. They would receive a daily wage of one yuan. They wouldn’t be compensated for commuting, though—only formal employees would receive this benefit. Oh, and by the way, I forgot to mention, there’s now a bus stop established at the farm’s entrance, thanks to the efforts of the military district. So in exchanging favors, Shen Yunfang kept all the military spouses through the first phase. But it was also made clear that whether they could actually stay depended on their performance during the half-month training period. 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓾𝒷.𝒸ℴ𝓂
