Chapter 876: Underworld Talent Market
If he could find a suitable manager to oversee this apothecary in the Underworld, Yang Haoran would be free to pursue other matters, rather than being constantly tied to the Underworld.
Finding a manager was simple enough; after all, "manager" was merely a title, and anyone could technically fill it. However, to excel as a manager, not just anyone would do.
If he hired an incompetent fellow, even the best shop could be run into the ground.
Conversely, if he found the right manager, the owner would have peace of mind, and the shop would flourish, becoming more and more prosperous. That was the true purpose of hiring a manager.
Yang Haoran still hoped to get rich through this apothecary, so he would not choose the former option. He absolutely had to find a satisfactory manager—someone not only capable but also trustworthy. Otherwise, how could he possibly entrust his shop to them?
To successfully open his own shop in the Underworld, he had put in a great deal of effort and expended a large number of Soul Pills. If anything went wrong with this shop, all the painstaking effort he had invested would be wasted. This was not the outcome he desired, so he had to approach this matter with extreme caution, allowing no room for error.
The only problem was how to find a manager he would be truly satisfied with; that was where the difficulty lay.
When it came to business, he thought Old Master Wu was excellent. After all, Old Master Wu had built his fortune through commerce, possessing an absolute knack for economics that far surpassed Yang Haoran, who had once merely run a convenience store to get by.
Currently, Old Master Wu and his son were still alive and well. He couldn't possibly be so ruthless as to kill them, then extract their souls and bring them to the Underworld, could he?
Not only was Yang Haoran incapable of doing such a thing, but even if he could, how would Old Master Wu and Wu Junior view him as their boss then? Would they still devote themselves wholeheartedly to working for him?
Furthermore, ghosts living in the Underworld all possessed their own identification documents. Souls brought directly from the mortal realm by an Underworld Official would naturally not have such identification; in plain terms, they would be undocumented. If discovered by a Ghost Official, not only would the individuals involved face severe punishment, but the implicated Underworld Official would also suffer greatly.
Old Master Wu and his son were out of the question. Not just them, but any other souls brought from the mortal realm were also non-starters. This meant that if he wanted to find a manager for this shop, he would have to search within the Underworld itself.
As for whether he could successfully find a manager he was satisfied with, and how long it would take, that was difficult to say.
After a moment of contemplation, Yang Haoran made up his mind.
A great reward attracts worthy people. As long as he could offer a good price, he might not be guaranteed to find a manager he was fully satisfied with, but he would certainly attract many applicants. Among them, there might just be the ideal candidate he sought.
With his decision made, Yang Haoran immediately sprang into action. He retrieved paper and a pen from his independent space, then, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, quickly began writing.
Moments later, he affixed the paper to a prominent pillar by the shop's main entrance.
"Seeking one Manager, two Service Personnel. Salary negotiable. Contact: Mr. Yang," followed by a series of phone numbers.
The recruitment notice was concise, and the paper and handwriting were even more casual, but Yang Haoran didn't care about any of that. As long as he conveyed his intentions, nothing else seemed important to him. After all, he was recruiting suitable personnel, not participating in a literary competition.
As for the string of phone numbers he left at the end, they were naturally not his mortal realm contact numbers, but rather his Underworld phone number.
He didn't know if communication had been restored in other cities of the mortal realm, but in Lecheng, where he resided, it had not yet.
However, even if mobile communication hadn't recovered throughout the entire mortal realm, it wouldn't affect the Underworld. After all, the Underworld wasn't currently in a state of war, and the mobile phones and related equipment used there had absolutely no connection to the mortal realm's devices; they were all specially made. Thus, phones in the Underworld had always been operational.
One simply needed to dial the number he left using an Underworld phone to reach him. During this period, he didn't plan to remain at the shop continuously, as he also needed to approach relevant departments to help spread the recruitment information.
Otherwise, even if he recruited for a year or two, it was unlikely many people would apply, given how remote the location was.
Knowing it was remote yet leaving the recruitment notice outside the shop was merely a shot in the dark. What if, by some slim chance, a talent he favored happened to pass by, happened to discover this recruitment notice, and happened to be willing to apply?
While the possibility was small, it wasn't entirely nonexistent. Besides, writing a recruitment notice didn't take much time, so Yang Haoran simply went ahead and did it.
After stashing all the goods left by Zeng Bingwen into his independent space, Yang Haoran departed from his as-yet-unopened shop.
In the Underworld, there was also a place similar to the mortal realm's talent markets. Here, a large number of ghosts sought work daily, for if they wished to survive better in the Underworld or gain the qualification for reincarnation, they had to exert themselves. Only through effort and accumulating wealth could they obtain what they desired.
After leaving the shop, Yang Haoran immediately headed to the Underworld Talent Market.
He had visited this place before while wandering around the Underworld with Xu Meijing, so he knew such a place existed and how to get there.
Upon arriving at the Underworld Talent Market, the bustling scene surprised him. Compared to his last visit, the activity here had at least doubled; there were far more ghosts seeking employment than he had anticipated.
Although surprised, he soon understood the reason. With the world now in chaos, many people died every day, and the number of ghosts brought from the mortal realm by Underworld Officials far exceeded that of peacetime.
Among these ghosts, some would be directly reincarnated. Those who lacked the qualifications for reincarnation but were not destined for the tortures of hell would be kept in the Underworld to contribute to it until they became eligible for reincarnation.
With more people dying, the number of such ghosts required to remain in the Underworld and contribute naturally increased, leading to the situation he now witnessed.
For Yang Haoran, the more ghosts there were here, the better it was for him, as his options would expand with the growing number of spirits.
He first took out some Underworld Currency and handed it to the responsible department there. After receiving the money, the department would not only help him with promotion but also provide a private small room, making it convenient for him to recruit his ideal candidates.
This sum wasn't much for Yang Haoran, and to save time, he chose this method to maximize efficiency.
Of course, businesses could also choose not to approach the responsible department here and instead personally scout for the talent they needed in the market. However, that required luck, and the efficiency was nowhere near that of the former method.
In this talent market, the vast majority of ghosts did not possess skins. These ghosts were almost all newcomers to the Underworld, arriving empty-handed, utterly devoid of Underworld Currency to purchase skins, let alone custom-order them to resemble their appearance in life.
In the mortal realm, most ghosts did not have skins; only a very small number of ghosts with powerful backing possessed their own, like Xiujuan.
As fellow ghosts, and all lacking skins, they naturally wouldn't feel anything amiss among themselves. But upon arriving in the Underworld, to be without a skin was akin to streaking naked in the mortal realm—somewhat shameful, somewhat pathetic.
If non-Ghost Official ghosts were considered the lowest stratum of the Underworld, then those without even a single skin were the absolute bottom of the barrel. Not only did Ghost Officials and Underworld Officials look down on them, but even ordinary ghosts held them in contempt.
Such was this world: if one desired respect, one had to possess capability. Otherwise, even a dog would fiercely bark at you. It was true in life, and it remained true in death.
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