Finding a Job, Part One

That afternoon, Lungmen Guard Department.

The girl had already changed out of that police uniform. She was now wearing the clothes that had originally belonged to her, mended and washed by Roy.

At present, she and Roy were handling the relevant procedures at the Guard Department's Immigration Management Division. Though the girl looked expressionless, her tail, which swayed from time to time, had already revealed its owner's mood. She was in a good mood—this was the first time she had felt this way since what happened and her departure from that place.

"So... she has legal status in Lungmen?"

Roy asked again as he watched the immigration officer operating the computer and looking up the records.

"That's right, sir."

As soon as the officer spoke, the printer beside the computer began to work. It swallowed sheet after sheet of A4 paper before printing out a stack of documents.

As if to prove his words, the officer pulled one document from the stack and handed it to Roy.

"She does indeed hold a valid Lungmen temporary residence permit. Although it hasn't been renewed for some time, it still has at least three months before it expires."

"I see. Then thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, just doing my job. Oh, please sign here."

As he spoke, the officer handed Roy a pen, then took out another document and passed it to him.

It was a document similar to a letter of introduction, requiring information about the relevant department and personnel affiliations. As for why he had handed it to Roy...

Roy remembered some of the relevant regulations. Under Lungmen's immigration rules, apart from Yan natives, everyone applying for a Lungmen temporary residence permit needed a formal job in Lungmen. Yan natives, meanwhile, needed official documentation issued by the government agency where they resided.

Clearly, the officer had taken the girl for a prospective member of the auxiliary police force, so he intended to use this opportunity to complete the relevant procedures. Of course, there was also a hint of currying favor with his superior.

"Hold on. She isn't a prospective member of the auxiliary police force."

As he handed the document back, Roy continued,

"It's enough to confirm that her identity is legal. She'll come complete the relevant procedures herself later."

Before the girl could react, Roy directly grabbed her hand and led her out of the Immigration Management Division.

A few minutes later, outside the Lungmen Guard Department.

"Actually, it wouldn't be impossible for you to recruit me into your department. Those little evaluations wouldn't be hard for me."

"Forget it. I'm already planning to resign."

With that, Roy released the girl's hand and headed in another direction.

Since the girl had legal status, he no longer needed to consider handing her over to some department. Still, it wasn't time to simply leave her to fend for herself. If he abandoned her here now, she would probably return to her previous way of life. After all, the girl registered as Texas did not look like someone capable of handling her own affairs well.

Before saying goodbye, Roy planned to help her find a job.

"Huh?! Why?"

Something that seemed perfectly ordinary to Roy came as an enormous shock to the girl. It would have been one thing if an ordinary officer wanted to resign, but judging by the employee's behavior just now, Roy's position was clearly not low-ranking. Naturally, she found it difficult to imagine what reason could make Roy consider resigning.

Though she had never held office, she understood what it meant to climb high enough in a public institution. Yet this guy, only a few years older than her, was so casually prepared to give up everything he had worked for!

"Differences in principles. That's all."

As he said this, Roy looked at the human resources company across the street, then continued,

"Don't overthink it. Since you're planning to stay in this city, you should think carefully about how you're going to survive here."

As Roy finished speaking, the traffic light switched to pedestrian mode. As the vehicles came to a halt, he stepped onto the crosswalk.

The girl did not leave. She chose to follow Roy, and after crossing the street, the two arrived at the entrance of the human resources company.

"This is Lungmen's largest human resources company. Maybe you'll be able to find a job that suits you here."

With that, Roy was the first to enter the human resources company.

As Lungmen's largest human resources company, the place was crowded with people looking for jobs that suited them. At the same time, some people were aiming to join the company itself.

"Let's see..."

At that moment, the agency recruitment board listed a great many jobs. Of course, after nearly every refresh, some would disappear while new openings appeared.

If Roy had been a VIP here, he would not have needed to search through them himself. He could simply tell the appropriate person what he wanted, and they would naturally place the information that best met his requirements before him.

Unfortunately, Roy was not a VIP here, so he could only search with his own eyes.

"Kjerag Trade is recruiting talent in all fields... Never heard of them. Next."

After browsing for several minutes, Roy picked out several options. He then stepped away from the crowd and walked over to Texas, who had been waiting nearby.

After taking an A4 sheet from the side, Roy wrote down those positions and the related information.

"These offer decent pay, and they're well suited for someone like you with a certain degree of combat ability. Take a look."

After speaking, Roy handed the paper to the girl. Once she took the A4 sheet, she examined it carefully.

Roy did not have to wait long before the girl made her decision.

"Penguin Logistics..."

Roy muttered as he looked at the name the girl had circled.

He was no stranger to this company. He had looked up relevant information while reviewing files.

Penguin Logistics was an outside organization, though it had now moved its headquarters to Lungmen. Originally established as an independent private courier company, it openly ran normal logistics and transportation operations while secretly engaging in underground work such as intelligence trafficking, armed escorts, and covert transport. For Texas, this job could not have been more suitable.

The only question was whether she could pass their interview. After all, the company's interview methods and questions were nearly impossible to trace. To this day, everyone who had taken part in an interview there had made the same observation: they had not even found a single repeated question!

"You really did pick a good company. Come on, I'll take you to the interview site."