What a joke. No one even believed the factory would provide a canteen and dormitories, and now they wanted a house and money too?
If they wanted to make wishes, why not go to the Church? Praying there was free.
The clerk handling registrations rolled his eyes. "We don't provide housing here, and the settling-in allowance is only paid after you start-wait, you're saying you're a family?"
He suddenly stopped, as though he had discovered something rare. His finger slid rapidly down the register as he muttered, "Two adult children-one elderly person-hiss-"
He looked up, sweeping a strange gaze over the three of them. "It looks like-you actually meet this supplementary clause. But the settling-in allowance still can't-wait, why does this supplementary clause have another supplementary clause? Families of three or more whose children are already adults can draw it in advance?"
The clerk scratched his head and looked at the short, stout man beside him in disbelief.
The stout man waved a hand indifferently. "If they qualify, process it! What's all the fuss about? There are only so many places. The sooner we're done, the sooner we get some peace! Heaven knows how many days this newfangled business will last-"
Limited places?
Those words were like cold water splashing into boiling oil.
The crowd, who had been watching numbly, instantly stirred, greed appearing in their eyes.
Though no one stepped forward yet, countless gazes fixed on Vanessa and the others.
"Here, this is the contract. You can only get housing if you sign a contract for at least two years. But the house isn't yours. If you stop working here, it'll be taken back, unless you work a full fifteen years. Then the house becomes yours.
A few disdainful snickers came from the crowd.
Fifteen years was almost as