Age of Cataclysm: I can light up the technology tree

In the holographic projection, the video material began to replay.

The host announced the same news again with a passionate tone.

This time, Zhuang Wenxing retracted his gaze.

He cast his eyes on the office building in the distance, and his eyes gradually changed from confusion to determination.

After leaving the care center, he can enjoy a temporary residence for one month.

In the temporary residence, he does not need to worry about food and drink.

But that is only a one-month time limit after all.

In this month, he needs to find a suitable job as soon as possible.

As for those "public fosterers" who have not found a job?

Unless they encounter major changes, such as physical injuries such as disability, otherwise, they will face the expulsion from the staff.

There is no mercy.

Those "public fosterers" who have not found a job will be kicked out by the staff.

After being kicked out, they will face a final "assessment" of five days.

During the five-day "assessment period", they will be interviewed by different units.

Once the interview is passed, whether they are willing or not, they will be forced to go to that job.

As for the "defective products" that have not passed the assessment period... they will be sent to the city management center.

Responsible for the dirtiest and most tiring work.

If there is no unexpected situation, the "public employees" who have fallen into this link will be sent to those positions that no one cares about.

For example, mining outside the city; for example, construction outside the city...

For the human civilization of Proxima, the importance of these positions is self-evident, but because of the high risk it contains, normal people will hardly consider such jobs.

At first glance, such regulations seem a bit inhumane.

But it must be said that it has well avoided the scene of surplus labor caused by a large number of births.

It even allowed the human civilization of Proxima to enter a stage of rapid development.

...

In front of the office building.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously slowed down his pace.

There was a look of uneasiness in his eyes. After reaching out and wiping his clothes hard, he took a step and walked towards the door of the office building.

The door opened automatically.

"Welcome."

An electronic female voice sounded automatically, and a robot slowly approached: "Excuse me, is there anything you need?"

"Hello." Zhuang Wenxing greeted the robot in front of him with a reserved look, and said his purpose, "I'm here to apply for a job."

A holographic projection quickly unfolded.

"Apply, please go to..."

The robot introduced the route in a slightly stiff electronic voice.

Zhuang Wenxing nodded repeatedly and tried his best to remember the somewhat complicated route.

...

"Human Resources Department..."

Zhuang Wenxing stopped and looked at the doorplate in front of him, with a bit of joy in his eyes.

He reached out and wiped his clothes again.

Then he knocked on the door gently.

"Come in."

A faint voice came from inside the door.

Zhuang Wenxing opened the door lightly and squeezed in through the crack of the door.

A huge and exquisite desk came into view.

Behind the desk was a woman with a somewhat arrogant look.

Beside the desk, there were several women with smiles on their faces.

It seemed that they were just chatting.

Zhuang Wenxing, who noticed this, became more reserved: "No, sorry, I'm here to apply for a job."

"Huh?"

The woman behind the desk raised her eyes and glanced at Zhuang Wenxing.

"Public support?"

Zhuang Wenxing's expression froze.

For some reason, he had an instinctive aversion to this word.

"If, if you mean my birthplace, I was indeed born in the Social Nursing Center of City No. 3." He said in a weak voice.

"Heh..."

The woman sneered and nodded: "Yes, that's what I mean."

"Bring your ID card here, let me see your resume."

Hearing this, Zhuang Wenxing hurriedly took out a thin card from his pocket and handed it to the woman in front of him with both hands.

That was his ID card.

In the human society of Proxima Centauri, it is the most useful certificate.

No one else.

This card records every bit of his life from birth to now.

Whether it is the education he received, the mistakes he made, or the praise he received, it is all on this thin card.

The woman took the card carelessly and placed it on the reader in front of her.

The holographic projection quickly unfolded.

One by one, the information appeared in front of the woman.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously held his breath.

He had never been so nervous since he was born.

"Good resume." The woman said in a light tone, "What kind of job do you want to do?"

Zhuang Wenxing happily reported the name of a position.

The atmosphere stagnated.

The woman did not speak, looking at Zhuang Wenxing with extremely surprised and strange eyes.

"I'm sorry, you are not suitable for this job."

The woman's voice was as flat as always: "You can go."

Boom!

Zhuang Wenxing felt his brain go blank.

"Why, why?"

"No reason, just not suitable." The woman waved her hand impatiently and threw his ID card on the ground in front of him, "You can ask other companies."

Zhuang Wenxing nodded silently, bent down to pick up the ID card, and carefully put it in his pocket.

Then,

swallowed the depression in his chest again and turned away.

The moment the door closed, he vaguely heard laughter in the room.

"A public servant wants to work in a building, what a joke!" The female voice was sharp, piercing deeply into his heart.

"There are basically natural people in the building. If a public servant comes in, I will lose my job."

Zhuang Wenxing froze on the spot.

This, this is different from what the care center teaches.

He clearly remembered what the teacher at the care center once said.

Whether they are natural persons or they, they all belong to Proxima Centauri humans. They all have the same rights, can do the same work, and contribute to the development of Proxima Centauri human civilization.

But now...

Zhuang Wenxing's eyes dimmed and he left the office building with his head lowered.

…

The day ended quickly.

He didn't find a job.

Zhuang Wenxing returned to his dormitory dejectedly.

The roommate, Zhou Sheng, is an "old fritter" who moved in more than half a month ago.

Seeing Zhuang Wenxing's appearance, he smiled and patted Zhuang Wenxing on the shoulder: "What's wrong? The interview didn't go well?"

Zhuang Wenxing sat silently on the chair and whispered what happened today.

The atmosphere in the dormitory gradually became heavy.

Compared with Zhuang Wenxing, Zhou Sheng learned a lot about social life for more than half a month.

"Hey..." He sighed softly and patted Zhuang Wenxing's shoulder again, "You're looking in the wrong place."

"Those companies are all companies formed by natural persons."

"You can't get in."

Zhuang Wenxing's eyes widened and he looked at Zhou Sheng doubtfully: "Yes, but..."

Zhou Sheng spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "The care center made a mistake."