Five-star talent! I'm determined to hire this employee!

Some of the others were embarrassed and didn't find anyone, while others were sparsely present.

At this time, the only one who was not present was Morgan.

"Where is your black brother?"

One person asked the bald black man present, and the black man couldn't believe it, "He is not my brother? We don't look alike at all!"

"I don't recognize you."

In the eyes of white people, black people look similar, usually with round noses, dark skin, and thick and big mouths.

At this time, Song Jiang, the boss, had come over, and next to him was Ma Rou who was watching the fun.

"1, 2, 3... 6."

There were a few people.

But the time was not up yet.

It was 2:52 in the afternoon, and the agreed time was 3 o'clock.

"There are still 8 minutes."

And in the quiet waiting.

Countdown.

7 minutes.

6 minutes.

5 minutes.

A figure in the distance was getting closer and closer, "Here comes." Ma Rou blinked and noticed the majestic figure, but unfortunately there was no one behind him.

She couldn't help but touch Song Jiang with her elbow.

"No one, how do you feel?"

"Somewhat surprised."

Song Jiang answered truthfully, and Morgan glanced around at this time, and saw that there was no one and pursed his lips silently.

Or maybe he was wrong, it was indeed hopeless.

In silence.

Song Jiang watched the minute hand of the watch turn little by little.

"Three minutes left."

"If no one, just recruit normally."

"Okay."

A black man walked to Morgan's side with a gloating look, "Brother, your 4,000 is gone."

"Really?"

Seeing that the other party was not angry at all, the black man shrugged, "I'm really sad for you, you were originally a big shot!" While speaking, he couldn't help but pinch Morgan's sturdy arm, "What did you eat to grow up, God, maybe you should apply for a boxer?"

"You want to be my opponent."

"Oh no! I dare not die on the stage!"

After a few words of humor unique to black people, the two began to be silent, and they looked at Song Jiang who was looking down at the watch.

The black man continued to speak, "Chinese people are always very good."

"Yeah."

Morgan is not a chatterbox, but it is obvious that the other party is.

"If someone told me yesterday that he is not racist, I would say that he should be, because everyone on TV says so!"

He laughed, obviously mocking: "They stood in front of the microphone, preaching freedom and equality, trying to get more votes for them!!"

"But what did they do!"

"God will laugh at their meanness!" He was obviously excited, and Morgan pressed his shoulders.

"Calm down."

"Hu——" He exhaled a long breath, "Sorry." The whole person was extremely decadent, "I just can't accept failure."

"Me too." Morgan said calmly.

"Okay, okay, tell me how you were fired from your last job?"

"A complaint."

"What a coincidence, me too." He shrugged, "A bastard told me that my skin color made him lose his appetite." He couldn't help but whispered, "Actually, my last job was serving dishes."

As the chat continued, the minute hand fell to the 12 position, Song Jiang raised his head to announce, and a small black shadow in the distance attracted his attention.

"...Wait for three more minutes."

As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned.

Ma Rou's eyelids twitched, she stared at the dark mass in the distance, "Song Jiang, are you sure?? I feel like there are about 50 or 60 people here?"

"Less."

Song Jiang couldn't help but raise his lips, "Maybe we can recruit all the positions today."

"I think you're kidding! Are you sure you want these people?!"

"I'll interview them when they come, and I'll hire them if they pass the interview, it's that simple."

The roaring footsteps approached, and everyone reacted and turned around in surprise.

The black man couldn't help but jump up, "Fuck! Did you do this? Tell me it's not! This is magic!"

"I think... this is magic too."

Morgan couldn't help but look at them in surprise, as if they came in a hurry, some of them were wearing shabby clothes, and even one of their shoes had fallen off.

Not only ordinary young and strong people, but even elderly people in their 50s and 60s, and children who were only waist-length were mixed in.

This group of people rushed over, and the first row of people tightly grasped a poster. When they arrived at their destination, they looked around in confusion, as if they were identifying the supervisor.

The scene was deadlocked for a while.

"Ahem!"

Song Jiang coughed lightly, attracting the attention of the people present. He waved at a child standing in front.

"Let me see what you have in your hand."

The crisp voice made the little girl with pigtails retreat timidly, but her mother standing behind her pushed her.

"Go up, it's okay."

The soft female voice gave the child courage. She approached the young man with a strange face step by step and handed him the paper carefully.

Song Jiang took the poster, which was brightly colored.

Only a few words were written on it.

"Do you want to continue living like this?"

"A delicious bread, fresh milk, and a new basketball."

"Here, I will tolerate you, the social outcasts."

"A low-paying job."

Below the words was the bold address.

It was a very simple poster, even crude.

"That's it?" Ma Rou couldn't help but complain after reading it, "How can these few sentences attract so many people?"

"A low-paying job" Song Jiang repeated this sentence loudly, and the slum visitors who heard the key words looked at him nervously.

Yes, they came for this!

"Morgan!"

Morgan looked up instantly, only to see the young man standing on the stairs with a bright smile, holding out a finger.

"I'll give you a month to train them to be normal employees! During this time, I will give everyone a low salary of $1,000 a month."

"I'll come back in a month."

"If I still see them barefoot and confused. Then I can only tell you."

"You are eliminated!"

As soon as these words came out, the dense crowd was in a commotion, and they swallowed their saliva and looked at Song Jiang nervously.

"Morgan, prove your management ability to me!"

Morgan nodded solemnly, and the tense mood made his already ferocious expression even more terrifying.

"I'll satisfy you!"

"Very good."

Song Jiang's mouth curled slightly, and he looked at the other applicants and the people they brought with them.

"You, enter the job normally."

"Huh——"

Instantly, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the black man who thought he had been eliminated suddenly pounded his chest and cried with joy.

"Oh my God! I got this job!!"

"Oh my god, I will have a kind boss!!"

...

The next day, the supermarket started to operate.

Song Jiang handed the commodity zoning map that had been prepared long ago to Edwin, the man wearing black-framed glasses, "I need all the goods to be placed according to the picture."

"Okay, sir." Edwin nodded, and then couldn't help asking: "Can I ask about our opening time?"

"After 7 days."

Song Jiang paused, "I can only stay for 7 days at most."

According to his visa, 7 days later is the date when the tourist visa ends.