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How could Lin Wen refuse such a good opportunity?

However, after he bid farewell and left, he found that things were far beyond his imagination.

He originally thought that there would be at most tens of thousands of people, but to his surprise, there were nearly ten thousand people just under Qi Mu's command assisting in recruitment.

The entire old city area was crowded with people as far as the eye could see, and the sound of shouting was incessant.

"Hey, brother! Changshan County is great, 800 a month, how much do you make here, 400? And it includes food and accommodation!"

"How could I lie to you? It's a recruitment by the imperial government, with top officials present in person. There was a small fry who made a fool of himself, and tens of thousands of people chased him down! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"What official?"

"I heard it's the Chief Engineer of the Imperial Network!"

"Right, right, such a powerful person, how could he deceive an illiterate like you?"

"But why would they recruit so many people?"

"Hey! You don't know, this is a secret plan of the empire, a super project, which can be stable for several years. I'll tell you quietly, don't tell others."

There were also people waving their hands:

"Over here, over here, those applying for government positions! Come this way!"

"Look, the ones with the silver anchor badges on their chests, they are government officials!"

"They will all be in charge of the imperial project in the future!"

"Envious, aren't you? I told you to read more! You didn't listen! You didn't listen! Now you can only be a laborer like your father!"

Lin Wen finally found Qi Mu, who was sweating profusely. At this time, he had requisitioned an open-air hall, with at least hundreds of tables in the hall, and all the new Changshan County government staff with silver anchor badges on their chests were behind the tables.

They were busy registering every incoming worker.

Qi Mu was on the stage at the back, surrounded by people coming for government job interviews. There were occasional cheers or sighs, but those who were brushed off were not disappointed and immediately turned around to join the labor force.

Seeing this scene, Lin Wen decided not to disturb him.

He originally wanted to stop this terrifying recruitment meeting.

Looking around, there were at least a hundred thousand people.

Changshan County was so poor that it didn't even have a hair to spare. Where did the imperial mega project come from for more than a hundred thousand laborers to do?

The number of workers needed for the disaster-stricken people to rebuild their homes was already saturated. What was lacking was large construction machinery.

Shangxi Town could only accommodate 50,000 to 60,000 people at most, and it was already almost full.

The county government was indeed short of people, but looking around, even if only one percent of the people could get government jobs, it would almost burst the county government.

And the administrative officials he needed, there was not one!

There was no shadow of the administrative officials who could take over part of Wolong's work.

Moreover, Lin Wen found that he seemed to have underestimated the power of his conditions. Changshan County was indeed poor, and Yaojing Spiritual Capital was indeed prosperous.

But in the prosperous city, they suffered from hardship, fatigue, hunger, and discrimination, doing the heaviest work for the lowest wages, without any modern welfare.

It's better to go to a poor place where at least you can get enough to eat.

Their only worry was being deceived. After going there, the promised treatment was cancelled, and the salary was directly cut in half. Such things were not unheard of.

But when all this was guaranteed by the empire, the attractiveness of this job far exceeded Lin Wen's imagination.

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The lower-class civilians living in Yaojing Spiritual Capital were far more miserable than what Lin Wen saw and heard. They were living from hand to mouth, impoverished, and being exploited layer by layer by bureaucrats, capitalists, foremen, and bullies. The compensation they received was almost nothing, barely enough to fill their stomachs.

If they didn't work for a day, they wouldn't have food to eat.

They couldn't afford to get sick, take time off, or get injured. This was their true portrayal.

There was no relief, no minimum living guarantee, no unemployment benefits in the empire. This was a place where the specter had never come, and the rulers were fearless, only busy with internal strife.

Therefore, in the most developed city, the lowest-level personnel seemed to be residents of the abyss.

And Lin Wen's recruitment was like a ray of light shining into this abyss.

Once it was confirmed that this light was not an illusion, naturally countless people flocked to it.

Lin Wen already felt that good karma was surging towards him. The faint sound of the phoenix from the "No colorful phoenix in body" kept ringing in his ears.

So, he decided to take it all in.

And when the official power promised by Changsheng took the field, everything had become a foregone conclusion.

This dream-come-true feeling made all the oppressed poor almost crazy. Some of them laughed out loud, some cried out in pain, and many more just held tightly to that piece of successful application paper, as if it was their life.

For them, this meant that a bright future was beckoning to them. They packed their belongings quickly with hope, or simply didn't bring anything, and directly boarded the bus, green train, or large ferry going to Changshan County.

But for Lin Wen, this was a huge pressure.

He took on the hopes of all these people, which meant that he had to fulfill his promise. Otherwise, if the promise was broken and hope disappeared, the bad karma would skyrocket, and he would explode on the spot.

Lin Wen immediately used the satellite phone to contact Zhao Minggong, who was working in the hospital.

When Zhao Minggong heard that Lin Wen had recruited at least a hundred thousand laborers in one go, he was silent for a long time.

Lin Wen continued:

"Most of them are the bottom poor in Yaojing Spiritual Capital. They can't survive in this city anymore. I just asked Deputy Mayor Liu Sheng, he told me that the annual death toll in the Spiritual Capital is about 60,000, but the crematorium burned about 900,000 bodies last year."

"They investigated this for a long time, but in the end, they paid a total of 90 million for the cremation fees."

"The Spiritual Capital has a permanent population of about 20 million, and the floating population is not counted, but it can be estimated to be about 10 million. That is to say, these 840,000 bodies were produced from the 10 million floating population."

"Adding to those who have been lost in the rivers and seas, I suspect that the mortality rate of the transient population has approached 10%."

"That is to say, out of every ten migrant workers who come to Ling to beg for food, one will die within a year."

"Their living conditions are very poor. From what I've seen on the spot, there are many who are disabled due to work injuries, sick, or suffering from long-term malnutrition. I've instructed Qi Mu to take them all in."

"So, in the near future, you will be receiving a large number of laborers and some patients. Please make sure to arrange for them properly."

On the other end of the phone, upon hearing the death option that almost no normal human would choose, Zhao Minggong suddenly laughed.

"Worthy of being Sheriff Lin."

"Never backing down from the difficulties of reality, never compromising because of the uncertainty of the future."

"Good!"

His voice suddenly became impassioned.

"This will be the most meaningful thing I do in my life."

"Don't worry, Sheriff Lin, I will do my best to settle them!"

"There will be a place for them in the future development wave of Changshan County!"

"Lin Wen, thank you."

The call ended.

However, even with all these measures, things still far exceeded Lin Wen's expectations.

After 10 p.m., the recruitment ended, and the number of registered people had exceeded 80,000, far exceeding the transport capacity provided by Changsheng.

The recruitment continued the next morning.

Although Lin Wen had decided to go all out.

But once he arrived at the scene, even with mental preparation, he was still taken aback.

After a night of fermentation, those who were still hesitating, those who didn't believe, those who hadn't made up their minds for various reasons, and even more unemployed, bottom-level laborers, oppressed gray-collar or white-collar workers, students who were unemployed after graduation, a large number of drifters who came in admiration but couldn't find decent jobs, various poor people who made a living from odd jobs, craftsmen, etc., all came one after another.

Looking out, the sea of people stretched to the horizon.

The old city area was about to burst.

Out of necessity, Lin Wen had to move the recruitment site to the suburbs and set up a huge billboard, all of which were reverse advertisements, detailing how poor and backward Changshan County was, and how almost all modern benefits could not be enjoyed there.

This successfully dissuaded some wavering and speculative people, but there were still many people left, and the huge crowd didn't change much.

Because, the most core and crucial thing, the treatment promised by Lin Wen, had not changed and could not change.

He was a cultivator, not a capitalist.

The better the treatment, the more good karma. If it weren't for the fact that 8000 a month would make him explode on the spot, he would have loved to recruit all the poor people in the empire, all 8000, uniformly 8000.

What, you don't want 8000, are you looking down on Sheriff Lin's economic strength? Give him 80000, dare to look down on me, I'll make you regret it!

This kind of show-off was very stylish, Lin Wen liked it, it felt good.

However, that was just a scene in his dreams, unless he had already ascended to the level of a Heavenly Immortal, where bread and milk would fall from the sky, and treasures would be everywhere.

But in the physical world, there was no such thing.

There were no gods, no loaves and fishes.

Only people.

And the harvest obtained from labor.

As time went on, more and more people gathered at the scene, and it was about to break the 200,000 mark. With so many people, Changshan County couldn't possibly take them all in. Even just the wages might not be able to be paid out, let alone the issue of resettlement.

But Lin Wen showed no signs of backing down.

This was a ray of light that had finally shone into the abyss. If it was snuffed out just because of Lin Wen's own difficulties, it would be too cruel to those who came with hope.

It also didn't conform to Lin Wen's consistent spirit.

For Lin Wen, any action to reduce demand, lower wages, or reduce quotas due to temporary difficulties was a retreat.

It was a retreat in the face of a powerful enemy.

For the future master of the Great Dao, any retreat was unacceptable.

If even the good karma right in front of him was not obtained because of a little difficulty, then when facing the challenge of the celestial gods in the future, wouldn't he have to kneel down?

If he couldn't kill the gods and destroy the ancestors, what was the point of cultivating? What was the difference between that and struggling in the mortal world?

So, this was actually a kind of cultivation, a kind of experience, a kind of challenge.

The spirit of never surrendering was the most fundamental value of human existence.

At least that was the case for Lin Wen.

Of course, struggle was not blind, methods were also important.

Lin Wen told Qi Mu to have all the temporary staff repeatedly emphasize all the backward aspects of Changshan County to any job seeker during recruitment. They must confirm five times before deciding to recruit.

In this way, a part of the wavering, those who didn't particularly need this job, those who had unrealistic fantasies, and some who followed the crowd blindly could be completely dissuaded.

Only in this way could the people who needed the work in Changshan County be more accurately helped.

This was called precision poverty alleviation (Imperial version).

It could both lighten the burden of Changshan County and reduce the contradictions that would arise when unrealistic fantasies were shattered in the future, ensuring the acquisition rate of good karma, so as to avoid the absurdity of still receiving welfare while owning ten houses.

Four birds with one stone!

Perhaps this was what genius was.

Lin Wen thought happily.