By noon, the number of people gathered at the registration stalls had increased, and security personnel were maintaining order, forcing people to queue up.
Zhu Wencong was eating Chinese food in the tent in the back, as more people had arrived this morning and they all still needed a job.
After obtaining freedom, one has to face the realities of society: clothing, food, shelter, and transportation are factors that nobody can avoid, and they also make up everyone's daily goals.
Overall, the number of White people registering far exceeded that of the Han people. Perhaps it's because people of our own kind are too harsh on each other, leading to many still waiting and watching.
"Have the steamed buns and bread rolls we ordered arrived?" Zhu Wencong turned his head and asked the staff.
"They're here! We're organizing the distribution now. There's some chaos at the scene, but we can control it!"
