During the holographic projection, the image data begins to be replayed.

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

This time, Zhuang Wenxing withdrew his gaze.

He turned his eyes to the office building in the distance, and his eyes gradually became firmer from confusion.

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

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

But that's only one month's time limit.

Within this month, he needs to find a job that suits him as soon as possible.

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

Unless you encounter major changes, such as physical injuries such as disability, you will face them with the drive from the staff.

There is no sympathy.

Those "public supporters" who have not found a job will be swept out by staff.

After sweeping the floor and leaving, they will face a final "assessment" for five days.

During the five-day "assessment period", they will receive interviews from different units.

Once the interview is passed, they will be forced to go to that job, regardless of whether they want it or not.

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

Responsible for the dirtiest and tiring work.

If there is no accident, the "public support" who has fallen to this stage will be sent to those positions that are unwilling to be.

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

For Proxima Centauri's human civilization, the importance of these positions is self-evident, but because of the high risks it contains, almost no normal person would consider such a job.

At first glance, such a rule seems a bit unkind.

But it has to be said that it does a good job of avoiding the overcapacity of labor caused by a large number of births.

Even, Proxima Centara human civilization has entered a stage of rapid development.

...

In front of the office building.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously slowed down his pace.

He looked nervous in his eyes. He reached out and wiped his clothes hard, then took a step and walked towards the office building gate.

The door opens automatically.

“Welcome.”

The electronically synthesized female voice automatically rang, and a robot slowly approached: "Is there anything you need?"

"Hello." Zhuang Wenxing said hello to the robot in front of him with a restrained look on his face and expressed his intention, "I'm here to apply for the job."

A holographic projection unfolds rapidly.

"Application, please go..."

The robot uses slightly stiff electronic synthesizers to introduce the route.

Zhuang Wenxing nodded repeatedly and tried his best to record some complicated routes.

...

"Human Affairs Department..."

Zhuang Wenxing stopped and looked at the door sign in front of him, with a little joy in his eyes.

He reached out to wipe the clothes again.

Then he gently knocked on the door.

"Enter."

A faint sound came from inside the door.

Zhuang Wenxing opened the door with a slight hand and squeezed in through the crack of the door.

A huge and exquisite office desk came into view.

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

At the desk, there were several smiling women sitting.

It seems that they were chatting just now.

Zhuang Wenxing, who noticed this, looked more and more restrained: "No, sorry, I'm disturbed, I'm here to apply for the job."

"Um?"

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

"Public support people?"

Zhuang Wenxing's expression was suffocated.

For some reason, he had an instinctive resentment towards this word.

"If, if you mean my birthplace, I was indeed born from the No. 3 Social Care Center." He said in a faint voice.

"Oh……"

The woman sneered and nodded: "Yes, that's what it means."

"Take your ID card over and I'll check 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's his identity card.

The most useful document in Proxima Centauri human society.

None of them.

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

Whether it is the education you receive, the mistakes you make and the commendation you receive, it is in this thin card.

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

The holographic projection expands rapidly.

Information appeared before the woman.

Zhuang Wenxing subconsciously held his breath.

He has never been so nervous since he was born.

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

Zhuang Wenxing happily reported the name of a position.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

The woman didn't speak, and looked at Zhuang Wenxing with extremely surprised and weird eyes.

"Sorry, you're not suitable for this job."

The woman's voice was as plain as ever: "You can leave."

boom!

Zhuang Wenxing only felt his mind blank.

"For, why?"

"No, it's just not suitable." The woman waved her hand impatiently and threw his identity card on the ground in front of him, "You go and ask other people."

Zhuang Wenxing nodded silently, bent down and picked up the identity card, and carefully put it in his pocket.

Then,

He swallowed the depression in his chest again and turned around and left.

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

"A public supporter and want to enter the building to work, what a joke!" The female voice sharply pierced his heart deeply.

"There are basically natural people in the building. If you want to get a public supporter, do I still want my job?"

Zhuang Wenxing stood there in a daze.

This is different from the teaching of the Nursing Center.

He clearly remembered that the teacher at the nurturing center once said.

Whether it is natural persons or they are Proxima Centauri humans, they all have the same rights and can do the same job and contribute their own efforts to the development of Proxima Centauri human civilization.
To be continued...