Although it is expensive, General Manager Vincent will not want to return the goods or anything. After all, all products are necessary, and any one is reluctant to give up, or even people only want more.

As for the money issue, it is not a problem for Mr. Vincent, who is in the position of general manager. Now, the management of both the government and the institutions is very chaotic. As long as the mines are well maintained, there are opportunities to make money.

For his assistant Logan, serving Mr. Vincent is his greatest responsibility. Although spending too much money makes Mr. Vincent a little dissatisfied, the other party was not very angry. Then he comforted him and even gave him a tip.

Logan is a private entourage hired by Vincent General Manager. His basic salary is not much, and only the tip after running errands is worth looking forward to.

After serving the big guys, he went home to rest, and it was already late at night. Logan ran around all day and was tired and hungry. He touched the tip in his pocket and decided to go and treat himself well. During the day, he saw a small shop near the supermarket that bought food seemed good.

Walking to the street where the shop is, Logan saw many people gathering here. There were police cars patrolling nearby, and everyone was still more disciplined. He went up and saw a big pot at the door of the shop, and various ingredients were cooked in the big pot.

Nowadays, those who can open shops are all big names. When Logan bought during the day, he heard that even such a small shop is an industry for bishops in the church. Looking at the people coming to consume, the business seems to be good.

"What do you want to order?" The store is not big, with a few light bulbs on the battery, and three or five employees are busy. An employee stood in front of the big pot and asked at Logan who was squeezing up.

The hot soup is boiled in a large pot, which smells delicious. Various ingredients are constantly emerging from the tumbling bubbles, making people feel very appetizing.

"What are these?" Logan has never seen this way of eating, but it feels pretty good. There is a price tag on the big pot, which doesn't seem to be expensive.

“Malatang.”

"What?"

"Mah-spicy-hot." The clerk said three words, then shrugged and said that the thing was just this name. "Don't ask me why I'm called this name? I don't know, but I promise it tastes good."

"It's a bit like the 'Kanto Cooking' in Japanese cuisine, and it's like the 'troop pot' in Korea." Logan was also happy. He received higher education and had a good understanding.

"No." The clerk shook his head, "This is a way to eat in China. It is said that it was recommended by His Majesty, the emperor of the Aurora Legion. Our food seasonings are all imported."

The clerk grabbed a used packaging bag in his hand, which read "Malatang base". No one could understand it at the scene, only knowing that the food cooked with this thing tasted great.

There are many kinds of ingredients in the big pot, which is very wasteland. The lunch meat is sufficient, the "Supreme" instant noodles are cheap and the quantity is large, and the vacuum-packed quail eggs are also good. In addition, there are rice noodles, which are rarely eaten by Americans.

"We grow the vegetables ourselves on the farm. Do you want to have some potato slices and radish slices? This is the lowest price." The clerk introduced patiently.

Logan was so funny that he drooled by the smell in the big pot. In addition, there were constant urging behind him. After pinching the money in his pocket, he said, "Give me some of it. I'm hungry, I should be able to finish eating even if I have more."

A large stainless steel iron bowl quickly filled the food, piled up high and full of weight. The price is really not expensive, and Logan can consume it. He held the big bowl, took the fork handed over by the clerk, and slowly walked to the table next to him to sit down.

Americans have a strong taste, and many so-called Chinese restaurants have sweet and sour and greasy food to suit American tastes. Americans do not like "Chinese food" as they imagined, but now no one takes special care of the so-called "American taste".

The taste of ‘Malatang’ is also quite heavy and has a very mixed taste. The mix of various flavors made Logan feel excited. He quickly ate a large bowl and was about to reach the bottom. When he was about to drink all the soup base, someone suddenly shouted ‘Logan’.

As soon as Logan looked up, he saw a sloppy man sitting beside him. The other party looked at the soup base in his hand in surprise and said, "Oh, the food is really good. Have you found a job?"

"Uh..." Logan stammered for a while. He really couldn't remember who the person in front of him was, so he could only nod and said, "Yes, I've found a job."

“Works there?”

"Bingham Copper Mine."

"Oh... It's good to be a miner now. I saw with my own eyes that many miners come to the city to buy a large amount of goods today. They buy a lot of goods casually. No wonder you can afford it so well. It turns out that life is guaranteed." The sloppy man looked at Logan enviously.

"It's a little better now than in the past." Logan didn't want to say that he was actually just running errands for others. After all, it was obviously a very decent thing to talk about working in the 'Bingham Copper Mine'. He looked at the other party's eyes and stared at his iron bowl, and asked subconsciously, "Didn't you have dinner yet?"

"Oh, yes. If you don't mind." The sloppy man scratched his messy hair, reached out and snatched the iron bowl from Logan's hand.

Logan's original intention was not to invite the other party to eat. He didn't want to give it, but the other party's dirty fingers touched the bowl. He suddenly lost the desire to compete and could only watch the other party happily ate all the remaining soup base, and almost licked it clean.

"You haven't found a job yet?" Logan was almost full, so he simply talked to him.

"It's better now than in the past. At least some odd jobs can be done from time to time. But stable jobs are not easy to find." The sloppy man waved his finger around the shop, "Why do you think these people gather here? Everyone is here to find jobs."

The sloppy man pointed his finger at the last one next to the "Malatang" shop. Logan then realized that there was another shop in the darkness that was closed. He saw that the sign at the door was a place to recruit workers. Now he was excited and ran to the notice of the recruitment office and glanced at it.

The sloppy man followed up and explained: "After the signing of the free trade agreement, there were more job opportunities. The mine recruited more than 20,000 people in one go, and the church also hired 2,000 truck drivers, and the railway also needed a large number of people."

"There will be more and more job opportunities, and life will be better." Logan also echoed. Compared to the torment of day and night in the past, at least he is quite satisfied now. This must be thanked to the 'His Majesty of the Emperor', although the things he sells are particularly expensive.

"But jobs are not available at will, and the requirements are quite high." The sloppy man sighed, "For example, the church only recruits internal personnel, and high-paying positions will definitely not be in the hands of outsiders. Those of us who have escaped can only do some fragmentary work."

The positions released by the Recruitment Department are really service positions, and the working conditions are quite harsh and the rewards are low. But even so, there are still a lot of people grabbing them. Most of the people near the "Malatang" shop are not here for dinner, but are waiting for the recruitment of workers the next day.

"But I heard that the Aurora Legion occasionally releases extremely high-paid jobs, but the requirements are also very high, and it is not something that ordinary people can apply for." The sloppy man said pretending to be mysterious, "There are few and the competition is very fierce. Grabbing a position can even trigger a duel."

"Dull?" Before Logan could figure out what position it was, a car suddenly drove over on the side of the road, and several people appeared with a large notice.

When he saw these people, the sloppy man jumped over as if he was electrocuted and asked loudly: "Is there any job? I am willing to offer all my loyalty to Your Majesty!"

Logan was startled and then subconsciously ran forward. At this time, the crowd gathered around the "Malatang" shop all squeezed over, and Logan felt that the space around him was shrinking rapidly, and it was so crowded that it was difficult for people to breathe. But everyone still worked hard to ask what job was there?

"A few kicked dogs, experienced ones are preferred. We need architects who understand high-level languages. The treatment is better and the remuneration is paid according to the legion standards." The visitor simply jumped into a car and shouted. "It's okay if you are familiar with advanced databases, we all want them."

Logan was shocked when he heard this, and shouted ecstaticly: "I'm just a kicked dog. I graduated from MIT. I've been waiting for His Majesty's call for a long time!"
Chapter completed!