"...Those with the above experience, come to Tofuya here to collect the application form."
After saying that, the person hurriedly returned to the city hall.
Tofuya is that small supervisor.
After the recruiter left, the small supervisor returned to his previous demeanor: "Did you hear that? If you have these eight kinds of work experience, quickly come and register!"
"Eight kinds? Isn't it thirteen?" a farmer counted on his fingers: "Flower and plant care, farming..."
"Alright, alright, stop yelling." The small supervisor impatiently waved his hand: "The others have already registered, you don't need to worry about them."
Someone has registered?!
The farmer, who had just questioned, was a bit puzzled: "But there was clearly no one just now..."
"Are you still going to yell?" The small supervisor's eyes glanced over, looking at the farmer's application, which was scribbled in crooked Naseng language.
