C12 Talent Market

Xiao Yang left the room and called Kuan Xiaofan.

He hadn't been in Ying City for a long time, and this city had developed to a point where he was unfamiliar with it.

Luckily, Kuan Xiaofan wasn't very busy. Once he heard that it was Xiao Yang, he immediately called the crowd.

In the car, Xiao Yang told Kuan Xiaofan the reason why he wanted to go out and look for a job. Kuan Xiaofan was stunned when he heard it.

One should know that the Dihao group of Jing Rann's family was not small. A debt that could make the Dihao group helpless was definitely worth tens of millions. With Xiao Yang's current economic level, it was pure nonsense to say that he wanted to pay the debt.

But looking at Xiao Yang's solemn expression, Kuan Xiaofan knew that Xiao Yang had made up his mind to take charge of this matter, so he did not try to dissuade him.

Kuan Xiaofan understood Xiao Yang's character too well. Once he made up his mind, even eight bulls wouldn't be able to pull him back.

"Since we are going to find a job, let's go to the talent market in Ying City and take a look." Kuan Xiaofan drove straight to the talent market.

Ying City was indeed a famous big city in the country. Even the talent market was grand and magnificent.

Kuan Xiaofan accompanied Xiao Yang into the talent market and saw the huge exhibition hall filled with people. Every recruitment seat was filled with people.

Xiao Yang looked around and cursed, "This competition is too great!"

But then, Xiao Yang became even more depressed because he saw... In front of every recruitment seat, there was a large font that stated the requirement for a student's degree. All of them were above the undergraduate level. Some of them even required a postgraduate or doctoral degree.

If others squeezed, at least they could join in the fun. He didn't even have the qualifications to join in.

Kuan Xiaofan's eyes were sharp. He saw that in the innermost corner of the exhibition hall, there was no one in front of the seats. Moreover, there were words written on the display that stated that there was no limit to one's academic qualifications.

Looking down, Kuan Xiaofan was struck by four big black coarse words under the display - "Recruitment for security guards."

Xiao Yang also noticed that corner. After a slight hesitation, he walked towards that booth.

"We are all special forces whose name shook China. Do we really want to be security guards for others?" Kuan Xiaofan lowered his voice and asked anxiously.

Xiao Yang laughed and said, "So what if we are security guards? It's not illegal."

Kuan Xiaofan was speechless. It was rare for Xiao Yang to put down his airs, so he could only shut his mouth.

Xiao Yang walked to the booth and saw that the supervisor was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a low-quality suit and leather shoes. He was sizing up Xiao Yang and Kuan Xiaofan.

"What's wrong? Are you here to apply for security?" The middle-aged man asked in a deep voice.

In the field of security, most of them were farmers who came from the countryside. Generally, those who had a degree, ability, or background would not do such a laborious and unflattering job.

Thus, the middle-aged man had a sense of superiority in his heart, and he spoke very arrogantly.

Xiao Yang rubbed his hands, put on a look of fear and trepidation, and nodded.

Since he had come to find a job, he had to lower his status. It was not necessarily a good thing to make the supervisor lose his position as soon as he came up.

Seeing Xiao Yang's appearance, the middle-aged man became even more arrogant. He glanced sideways at Xiao Yang and said, "Okay. Tomorrow, you come to our company to work. Your monthly salary is 1,500 yuan. How about it?"

Xiao Yang was stunned. He immediately gave the middle-aged man a cigarette and said, "Manager, you see, it's not easy for us to make money. Isn't 1,500 yuan a little too low?"

"Then 1,500 yuan, no more." The middle-aged man said impatiently.

One thousand five hundred five, in the entire Ying City, there was probably no salary lower than this. Kuan Xiaofan vaguely guessed that this middle-aged man purposely lowered his salary and said, "One thousand five hundred five is not much!"

"If you think it's too little, then go do something else! Why don't you take a piss and see what you look like? There are a lot of people like you in the Ying City. If it wasn't for your pity, I wouldn't have needed you."

He didn't expect that a bumpkin from the countryside would dare to contradict him. The middle-aged man immediately became angry and slammed the table as he cursed.

Kuan Xiaofan's eyebrows twitched. He grabbed a teacup on the table, and with a wave of his hand, the entire teacup shattered into a dozen pieces.

The middle-aged man was instantly stunned. His eyes revealed an inconceivable shock. After a long while, he said, "You, what do you want to do?"

Seeing that he had shed all pretense of cordiality, Xiao Yang also put away his kind smile. He sat down on the chair opposite the middle-aged man and said, "We don't have anything to do. We just want to find a job."

"Good, good. Your salary, we will slowly discuss it." The middle-aged man looked up and saw Kuan Xiaofan staring at him fiercely. He quickly added, "Five thousand a month. Five thousand a month for each person."

Xiao Yang nodded and said, "Don't worry. I took your salary of five thousand. I will not let you suffer any losses. With my abilities, I can definitely match your security team."

The middle-aged man nodded as if he was trying to please him. He handed over the registration materials for hiring employees with both hands.

Xiao Yang took it and just as he wrote down his name, a fat face suddenly appeared on the large electronic screen in the exhibition hall.

The fat face had a wild smile on it and pointed at the big screen. He said, "Attention to all companies. Whoever dares to accept those two bastards called Xiao Yang and Kuan Xiaofan as employees. Don't blame me, Hsiao Dafu, for not giving you face! "