Once they heard that if nobody chose them, they could still be assigned by the territory to jobs that required no technical skills.
Even survivors with great ambitions could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Having a fallback and having no fallback were two completely different things.
Although they were unwilling to imagine the embarrassment of nobody choosing them, they had to admit it deep down.
In this unfamiliar region, staying alive was the most important thing.
No one dared to let their guard down.
Especially those who possessed professional skills. Compared with ordinary people who were physically strong, they were more worried that everything they had learned in their lives would have no use.
At two in the afternoon, a total of 270 people had packed their luggage and anxiously arrived at the entrance of the quarantine compound, waiting for further instructions.
There should have been more people participating in this talent selection, but many of them had not fully recovered from their infectious diseases, so they had to wait for the next batch.
Soon, under the staff's guidance, more than 200 people headed grandly toward the main square of Outpost Camp.
This place had previously been sealed off, and the survivors had not been allowed to visit it freely.
Only now did they truly get to see the core area of Outpost Base.
It covered several thousand square meters.
Although the main square had not been completely built, neat paving stones and drainage facilities had already been installed.
Dozens of tents were being set up across the square, each displaying a sign covered in large lettering.
Some were tents erected by employers who had obtained recruitment qualifications, while others were recruitment booths established here by the factory owners of Dragon Rise Village.
The survivors who had