Return from the second dimension

As soon as he walked out of the village, Husseini saw an old figure slowly moving forward on the scorched dirt road ahead.

The man Husseini was very familiar with, he was the old man who was planning to find a job with him.

At this moment, the old man was crouching and walking towards the small town in front of him step by step, his back was bleak and desolate.

Although the old man looks like a dying wind, it seems that a gust of wind can blow him, but if you look down on him because of this, it is definitely a big mistake!

This old man with shabby clothes, muddy eyes and wrinkled face is definitely a legend!

None of the men, women and children in the village of Husseini dare to look down upon the old man, and sometimes his words are more useful than the village elders.

Husseini had heard that when he was a child, the old man had already taken a gun and walked onto the battlefield. He was the only one who survived the more than one hundred soldiers who joined him.

When people found him, the old man had fallen into a coma, and there were more than 30 enemy corpses lying near the hill where he was!

In the next few decades, the old man's comrades changed batch after batch, either killed or captured, or disappeared without a trace.

The only one who stayed with him for a long time was an unsightly rifle that was obtained from the enemy and was later damaged.

The old man's gun looked inconspicuous, and the rifling had almost been polished, so I didn't worry about anyone stealing it on the ground.

But just such a broken gun took the lives of countless enemies, and his master has been safe and sound, and he has lived for decades.

Until one evening a few years ago, the old man returned to the village where he was born, and no one has seen the old gun ever since.

From then on, this old man, like all the old people in this country, squatted silently in the corner every day, looking blankly at the pedestrians passing by. They silently endured the pain and hunger, while waiting for death.

Husseini quickly walked a few steps, paralleling the old man, neither of them spoke, but there was a trace of determination in their eyes.

Although the two are of different ages, they both held guns and killed people. At this time, they chose to give everything for the family!

It sounds ridiculous, but simple and pitiful.

When his family can't even fill their stomachs and their children can only wear ragged clothes and barefoot, these men who have been on the battlefield can definitely give up everything for their shoulder responsibilities!

On the rugged and winding dirt road, the two walked side by side, passing the wreckage left by the war from time to time.

It didn't take long for a dozen young people to catch up. They gathered with Husseini and headed towards the town together.

When they were thirsty, they finally saw the shadow of the small town.

Said to be a small town, in fact, there is not the slightest prosperous scene. It is nothing more than a few more residents and a few more shabby shops.

The trauma of the war is still clearly visible, and new traces will be added from time to time. Many buildings have been repaired again after being damaged and look mottled.

There were also numb-faced people walking along the street, and a group of shabby-clothed children were rolling through hoops, and ran straight to the center of the town.

Today's town is very lively. There are obviously a lot of people. Seeing them in groups, they must come with the same purpose as Husseini and others.

Husseini felt a little nervous when he saw this, for fear that he would not be admitted and would not be able to get the money for selling his life. In that case, the children would continue to starve.

It's ridiculous. At this time, Husseini was afraid that others would look down on his life, and he was thinking about how to be admitted.

I prayed secretly in my heart, and there was a trace of firmness flashing on Husseini's face. No matter what method I used, I must get the money!

The old man next to him was indifferent, he just bowed his head and walked forward, seldom looking around like other young people.

In the center of the town, several huge tents have been erected. Dozens of men and women who do not seem to be locals are sitting on the table waving their pens, filling in information for the men who come to sign up.

Husseini and others saw the young man who had been to them before. At this moment, he was chatting with a few local people. While talking, his eyes kept looking around in the crowd.

After seeing Husseini and others, the young man came over and smiled at them.

"It seems that you have made a decision, then come with me!"

When the young man said this, he turned his head and glanced at the old man, and said in a positive tone: "Please remember my words, you will never regret this choice, because this is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Husseini thought about being admitted, but did not pay attention to the words of the young man, but a hint of thought flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes.

I don't know why, the old man always feels that the other party has seen through all his secrets, making him vigilant, but it feels absurd.

The old man has already seen that the other party is just an ordinary person, it is absolutely impossible to see through his details, but where does the strange feeling of being seen through come from?

With the guidance of the youth, Husseini and others quickly filled out the forms and were called into the tent one by one.

Husseini was the first to walk in and saw two men and a woman sitting inside.

For unknown reasons, Husseini felt that these three young men were very strange, and when they looked at him, he felt as if he had been pulled out of his clothes.

If he had a gun around him, he would definitely copy it up to protect himself without hesitation.

When their secrets are uncovered, everyone will feel insecure and seek self-protection subconsciously.

However, in order to get that high-paying job, Husseini resisted the uncomfortable feeling and forced himself to calm down.

The three of them took a look at Husseini, then asked Husseini about his family, and nodded gently.

"Congratulations, you have been accepted by the Shenglong Group. Press your fingerprint under this contract, and you can receive your compensation at any time, a total of 150,000 US dollars!

And you don't have to worry about your family, because our company will build a small town and factory to specially house the families of the applicants.

There are schools in small towns where your children can go to school for free and family members can work in the factory.

As long as you become an employee of Shenglong Group, the group will do its best to let you have no worries!

If you have other requirements, you can also ask us, we will try our best to meet your requirements!"

After hearing what the other party said, Husseini felt like a dream. This Shenglong Group not only gave himself a large sum of money, but also arranged housing and work for his family!

Such favorable conditions gave Huseini a feeling of being dreaming.

I wondered if the other party was deceiving myself, but then I thought about it, my family has become so poor, what can be deceived?

Besides, as long as the other party gives money, what if you are deceived for a life!

Husseini was illiterate and couldn't understand the content on the black paper, but according to the request of the other party, he scratched his thumb and pressed a blood fingerprint.

After putting away the contract, a young man walked in outside and took Husseini to receive his huge compensation.