Jiang Siming briefly explained the employee rules to everyone, then dismissed them to wait for the company to notify them of their starting time.
Just as everyone was leaving and Jiang Siming was preparing to depart as well, two strange men walked in.
Both were in their forties. One was missing an arm, while the other was missing a leg.
"Excuse me, can we apply for a job?" The two men had no idea who was in charge, so they approached someone and asked.
"We're only employees. You'll have to ask the chairman. He's over there."
"Thank you."
After thanking the employee, the two men walked over to Jiang Siming.
"Hello, boss. We heard you're hiring. We'd like to ask for a job. Would that be possible?"
Jiang Siming did not answer immediately. Instead, he looked them over several times and noticed that both men's palms were rough, covered in thick calluses.
Those calluses had definitely not come from farm work. They were gun calluses.
"Which town are you from? How come I've never seen you before?"
"We're from neighboring Changshui Town."
"Can you tell me how you lost your leg and arm?" Jiang Siming asked again.
One of the men sighed and replied, "Boss, we used to be soldiers. During a mission, I stepped on a land mine. My buddy tried to save me and helped dismantle the mine. Then it exploded. I lost my leg, and he lost his arm."
Everyone was filled with respect when they heard that.
"You're veterans?"
"Yes."
"Then why didn't you apply for veterans' assistance? I remember there's a department for that now, isn't there?" Jiang Siming asked in confusion.
"There is, but they said we'd have to remain somewhere far from home. My buddy and I have deep roots here, so we