"Can anyone keep accounts?"
On a wooden platform, a relatively well-dressed Federate glanced at the notebook in his hand, then raised his head and asked.
The crowd was like a wok of hot oil plunged into ice water, boiling over in an instant.
People constantly raised their hands and surged toward him, loudly proclaiming that they could do anything—including keep accounts.
Asier raised his hand high as well and shouted loudly.
But he was a little too far away and had nothing particularly notable about him.
The gentleman might not choose him. As if he had thought of something, he shouted, "I worked for Mr. Lin Qi for a while!"
The people around him fell silent at once, their gazes concentrating on him. Some even moved a little farther away.
The gentleman standing on the platform also looked at Asier. "I don't like liars. This is an accounting job. If what you said is true, I'll verify it!"
Asier nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, I guarantee I've never lied. I also worked for Mr. Neil, but he... met with an accident. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here."
"God Sea Cruise Ship?!" The hiring gentleman froze for a moment, then blurted out the ship's name involuntarily. He looked at Asier and nodded. "You're hired. What's your name?"
Asier struggled forward through the crowd, an excited smile on his face. "Asier, sir! My name is Asier!"
The hiring gentleman pursed his lips. Sometimes, he found it difficult to understand the Nagaril naming conventions. They were either Asier, Agelai, or Akumali.
Of course, the last one was completely different from the first two. That was the Sage Teacher, the spiritual leader of the Nagaril People.
But with so many people's names beginning with the same sound, it really was difficult to tell how their names