George Monk nodded wearily: "Thank you!"
"If you really have no other options, you might try applying for welfare. Although they don’t offer food every day, at least it’s worth a shot.
Or you could check with Apollo Chain; they tend to be more considerate towards veterans like you!"
The grocery store owner offered his suggestion.
George Monk’s gaze dimd slightly upon hearing this. He was already aware of the situation with Apollo Chain.
After all, quite a few veterans had found jobs there. Even though Apollo Chain was also laying off employees, the number of veterans among them was quite small.
Knowing this, George Monk had naturally been there, but the response was that Apollo Chain had no plans to hire new employees at the mont.
Now, George Monk only regretted not applying when Apollo Chain was first established.
Holding the cardboard given by the grocery store owner, George Monk left the place in low spirits.
He decided to try another Apollo Chain store, hoping that while one store might not be hiring, another might be.
Apollo Chain was easy to find, primarily because it had branches all over the United States, making it easy to locate anywhere.
Additionally, there were many people like him at the entrance of Apollo Chain.
They were veterans who had lost their livelihood security, hoping to find a job here that could at least provide enough food.
"Everyone, I really apologize, please believe !"
A man in his thirties, dressed in Apollo Chain’s uniform, stood at the entrance, speaking earnestly.
"Like you, I’ve also fought for this country, and we might even have been in the sa unit, so please trust , we’re not hiring any employees here.
It’s not that we don’t want to, but we simply can’t anymore."
Hearing his words, the group of people clinging to their last hope expressed despair.
George Monk happened to hear these words, and despair welled up within him.
"Let’s go!"
Everyone lowered their heads, eyes devoid of any light.
The man who had just been speaking looked helpless, but there was a sense of relief in his gaze, glad he had joined Apollo Chain early; otherwise, he would be among them too!
At this mont, another staff mber ca out of the store and whispered sothing to him.
The man imdiately smiled.
"Wait a mont, everyone, wait a mont!"
Those who were about to leave suddenly felt hopeful and stopped, watching him nervously.
"We just received a call. Although Apollo Chain has no plans to hire at the mont, United States Logistics just called, indicating they will be expanding soon, targeting veterans like you from World War I. So, if you’re looking for a job, head quickly to the United States Logistics station!"
Upon hearing this, George Monk didn’t think twice, grabbing his cardboard box and running towards the United States Logistics station.
He had worked there as a temporary worker before and knew the place.
So smart individuals who didn’t know the place imdiately understood George Monk’s actions and followed closely behind him.
George Monk thought he was the fastest, but when he arrived, he discovered he wasn’t the first; there were already at least a hundred people in line.
Soone onsite was maintaining order, loudly announcing for everyone to collect a number and queue up for interviews.
Under the supervision of the security personnel maintaining order, despite the crowd, they maintained basic queue discipline.
Not queuing wasn’t an option; anyone not queuing properly would lose their chance to apply.
George Monk joined the queue, and when his turn ca, the person distributing numbers asked, "Which unit were you with?"
George Monk replied, "U.S. Army, 5th Infantry Division, 3rd Battalion, Heavy Weapons Platoon, Lieutenant Deputy Company Commander!"
Hearing this, the person imdiately stood, saluting: "Hello, sir, I’m Corporal Roger Tuck!"
George Monk felt a bit dazed; he hadn’t heard such a voice in a long ti.
"Here’s your number. Unlike regular soldiers, as a lieutenant, you’ll queue at the third interview window."
Roger Tuck handed the number to George Monk, adding: "Sir, I trust your honesty, but please know your identity will be verified during the interview!"
George Monk nodded: "I am open to any form of verification."
With the number in hand, George Monk went to the third interview window, waiting his turn.
At that mont, soone approached him with a piece of bread and a bottle of water, offering them to him.
"Sir, I hope your interview goes smoothly!"
Only then did George Monk notice that everyone attending the interview received food and water.
This mont suddenly left George Monk’s eyes slightly teary; he felt respected here.
The interview line moved quickly, but due to the large number of people, it was two hours before George Monk reached the window.
George Monk’s basic information was noted on his number card.
Seeing George Monk’s details, the interviewer called back: "Records for the 3rd Battalion of the 5th Infantry Division, lieutenant data!"
Soon, the necessary files were brought, and the interviewer located George Monk’s records, compared the photo, and smiled, saying: "Sir, you’ve passed the first round of interviews. You may now proceed to the second-round interview. Follow the corridor, and soone will assist you!"
George Monk was a bit bewildered, not anticipating that just having authentic identity docunts would secure his passage through the first interview round.
The second interview took place inside the reserve warehouse of United States Logistics, which had been cleared and replaced with various dical examination equipnt.
George Monk saw many people taking off their shirts for different tests.
"They’re checking our health!"
George Monk felt sowhat self-conscious, not about showing his body, but because he hadn’t showered in a long ti.
Suddenly, he saw a man who had completely lost his athletic physique, disappointedly leaving with his shirt in hand.
Clearly, that person hadn’t passed the second interview round.
When it was George Monk’s turn, the first interviewer for the second round inquired about his health condition.
George Monk answered truthfully.
Then, he followed the long line for examinations.
Once his health was verified, George Monk earned the opportunity for a third interview round.
During the process, Monk realized that this round primarily eliminated those who had lost their military physique or suffered severe injuries.
After walking through corridors connecting reserved warehouses, George Monk arrived at the third test location.
Various weapons were displayed, so familiar to George Monk because he’d used them, while others were modern innovations he hadn’t encountered.
This round tested whether George Monk and others could still maintain combat readiness, not necessarily at their peak military prowess, but above average civilian level!
George Monk again smoothly passed the third interview round.
At this point, he saw individuals from other windows receiving their employnt notifications after completing this test round.
George Monk envied them.
He believed he too would receive an employnt notice.
However, the third interview officer inford him: "Mr. Monk, you have two options now. First, accept employnt with United States Logistics, becoming a trial employee alongside those others. Second, continue to a fourth interview round with United States Logistics, which, upon success, guarantees you a permanent position!"
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