"The bicycle factory! They're finally starting production! I wonder if I'll be able to get my hands on the first bike!"
"You're not even applying for a job, so move aside! Can't you see we're all waiting in line?"
Many villagers were holding brand-new résumés, ready to compete for positions at the bicycle factory.
Torifu made a rough estimate. Around five or six thousand people were applying this time, but only about two thousand would be hired.
More than half would be rejected, and many of them had quit their jobs outright to gamble on this opportunity.
If they weren't hired, they might not be able to get their old jobs back.
A kind-hearted boss might take these former employees back, but their terms would certainly be worse than before.
So if they failed to get hired, they would have no choice but to look for new jobs.
Still, people like that were in the minority. Most applicants were keeping their current jobs while submitting résumés.
That way, they had a fallback.
Torifu glanced over the crowd and paid it no more attention.
He had gone out using the Breath Concealment Technique today. Otherwise, if he got caught up in the flood of résumé submissions, he'd be swallowed by the crowd and wouldn't get out for an hour.
To save time and avoid unnecessary trouble, he'd simply used the Breath Concealment Technique.
Hiring employees wasn't his responsibility, so Torifu didn't pay it much attention. All he needed to know was how many people were hired.
There weren't many villagers in front of the Hokage Building. They had probably all been drawn to the notice board, leaving the area around the building full of shinobi coming and going.
Torifu didn't waste time. He went straight upstairs to the office.
As soon