It only half a day since humans started the interstellar era, the influence of the moon has begun to spread rapidly to the world.

Many politicians are connecting everywhere, hoping to convince the Pumpkin Alliance to restart its former governor-general model.

Capitalists jumped up and down, searched for machines everywhere, preparing for the march to the moon in three months.

And among the people, many ordinary people have also begun to benefit from this great change.

Europe, France, London.

The huge job hunting hall was packed with people.

Is it a job seeker?

no, no, no, is the recruiter.

As soon as the reporter's questions were answered at noon, major companies and companies hurriedly took action.

Steel companies, automobile companies, aircraft companies, supermarket chains, clothing companies, etc. all came to recruit people. Almost all the recruiters had to be full of the lobby.

Among them, there is even a very famous company.

L'Oreal, France!

Yes, you read that right, it’s a cosmetics company.

They also want to join in the fun on the moon.

"Recruiting miners, chemists, and metallurgical professionals, the treatment is excellent, first come first training!"

"Do you want to travel on Earth? Do you want to go to the stars to see the stars? Now the opportunity is here. As long as you have experience in miners, as long as you graduate from chemistry and metallurgy, you can join our company! Don't miss it when you pass by, come in and take a look!"

"BMW is employed with high salary and vein miners, mine truck drivers, and elite chemists... The daily salary is at least 1,500 euros, and daily settlement is not arrears. Come and give it a try!"

The spacious recruitment hall was filled with roars.

Whenever a job seeker comes in, he is surrounded by a large number of recruiters.

"Sir, are you a miner, aren't you?"

"Uh...no!"

"Damn, why didn't you come in?"

"I'm here to find a job at a waiter!"

"Go and go, go, there are no waiters here today!"

The young man walked out of the recruitment hall depressedly...

After a while, a down-and-out middle-aged white man walked in.

His hair was a little white. He was wearing a gray leather jacket, which was wrinkled and a little dirty. It seemed that he had a bad life recently.

At this moment, as soon as he walked into the hall, an unusual smell instantly poured into the hall.

The smell is very rich and makes people feel disgusting, it seems to be...

The smell of oil.

What? Oil?!

At this moment, many well-dressed recruiters were extremely happy and rushed over.

"Sir, are you here to find a job?"

"Sir, what do you do?"

"Sir, it seems that you are having a bad life recently. Do you need our help?"

"gentlemen……"

"gentlemen……"

Such enthusiasm shocked the middle-aged man and almost scared him out of the hall.

Unfortunately, he doesn't want to leave when he comes.

At this moment, the middle-aged man was surrounded by recruiters.

"Sir, I'm here to find a job, please give it up?" The middle-aged man begged in fear and fear.

Unfortunately, no one was out of the way, not one.

Not only that, the recruiters around him were even happier when they heard the middle-aged man say he was here to find a job.

"Sir, what do you do? Our company is recruiting!"

"Yes, sir, what is your name? What did you do in the past? Our company is also recruiting!"...

Hearing everyone's words, the middle-aged man looked at everyone with suspicion.

It seems to be saying: Is there such an active recruitment company?

Suddenly, everyone pointed behind and said, "Sir, it's true! Look over there, it's our recruitment desk. But there are too many people today, so we come to guard the door."

The middle-aged man looked over with his hands, "God, there are all heads inside, and the recruitment station cannot be seen at all.

Forget it, let’s believe them for the time being! Anyway, I am already unemployed and there is nothing to cheat.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man reported his name:

"Dear sirs, my name is Bastian. I used to work in the French mining giant "Imeri" company, and drove a large mine car. I have been working for 18 years. Unfortunately, the company went bankrupt a few months ago and I was unemployed..."

The middle-aged man talked about his past sadly.

Because Ike's flying pumpkin was born, the Pumpkin Alliance opened an interstellar era with unlimited resources, so in the past two years, the capital industry has been unanimously declining the energy and mineral industries.

Major energy companies and mining companies around the world have gone bankrupt one after another, and many workers have also been affected and have been unemployed one after another.

Alas, it’s a pity that they didn’t hold on until the dawn came!

And now, the dawn has come!

At this moment, a loud roar suddenly rang:

"Thank you idiot 'Imeri'! Thank you for going bankrupt!"

As soon as these words were said, the unemployed middle-aged man stared at the person angrily, his muddy eyes filled with anger.

However, to his surprise, the man actually laughed.

Oh, no, not only he smiled, but everyone around him laughed.

What's going on?! Are they laughing at themselves? Are they laughing at themselves as a useless man who can't even afford to support a family?

Me, I...I'm going to fight with them!

Just as the middle-aged man was about to fall into violence, another voice sounded.

"Mr. Bastian, as long as your information is true, our BMW company is willing to recruit you! A daily salary of 2,000 euros!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the middle-aged man was stunned.

What? How much? 2,000 euros? Or daily salary? Oh, mygod, isn't this saying that there is a salary of 60,000 euros per month?

Oh my God, have I met a liar?

By the way, he just said what company he is? BMW? Oh my God, are there anyone who cheats on BMW's name?

The middle-aged man was about to shake his head and reject the liar.

At this moment, a few more shouts sounded:

"Mr. Bastian, we Alstom are willing to recruit you, with a daily salary of 2,200 euros!"

"Mr. Bastian, we Carrefour are willing to recruit you, with a daily salary of 2,400 euros!"

"Mr. Bastian, our Chanel Group is willing to recruit you, with a daily salary of 2,600 euros!"...

He was confused, confused, and the middle-aged man was completely confused.

Sudden!

A sharp female voice came in from the crowd.

"Mr. Bastian, our L'Oreal Group is willing to recruit you, with a daily salary of 3,000. We are not liars, our president is a member of the Watermelon Alliance. No one dares to pretend to be our L'Oreal!"

The four words of Watermelon Alliance were released, and the whole audience was quiet.

Strong and powerful!

(Recommended a book by the author's friend: "The Legend of Xuanmen Internet". This author has already lost his mind. Kindhearted masters can help him collect and download the book. Thank you everyone.) (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!