The Awakeners who didn't belong to the Patrol Team were amazed, and then they began to experience being a new kind of mercenary… nowadays, they were called adventurers.
On the other side, in the small square in front of the villa district, many survivors were chatting and idly waiting around.
A large truck came from the ramp below, and Lin Deyun opened the door, stepped down from the passenger side, and waved to the survivors from afar, "Everyone, it's time to start working."
The cargo inside the truck consisted of boxes of supplies, some sealed and some not, making it look somewhat chaotic. The survivors from the transport team came over, and in pairs, they began to unload the boxes from the truck.
Lin Deyun unloaded a chest-high box and couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his brow.
Being middle-aged, engaging in such activities was somewhat overwhelming.
After unloading the goods, the truck quickly left, and he didn't ride back in the passenger seat. Instead, another survivor took over to go and unload the next cargo of supplies.
Their transport team's range of operations had gradually extended beyond the holiday villas, delivering items including building materials and other supplies.
However, compared to the speed of the Patrol Team clearing Demonized Beasts, their transport work was much slower. Often, the Patrol Team had to wait several rounds of transport before they could leave a cleared site.
On one hand, the transport team lacked manpower, with many items in the field being transported by Patrol Team members; on the other hand, the Sanctuary lacked large trucks and even more so, diesel fuel.
Lin Deyun heard that the high ranks of the Patrol Team were trying to solve this problem.
He shook his head, this wasn't something he should be concerned about, and turned to the other survivors, pointing to the supplies, "These large boxes include building materials, those two are daily supplies, and there's a small box containing medicines—be careful when taking them..."
After sorting the supplies, Lin Deyun and the other survivors transported the items to various storage locations within the warehouse. After finishing their work, the survivors went to rest under a tree.
Someone handed him a bottle of water, and after thanking them, Lin Deyun opened the cap and gulped down most of the bottle.
"This feels really good..."
Having water to drink and enough food to eat, even though he had to do a lot of physical work every day, he still felt fortunate.
Suddenly he heard someone ask,
"Lin, do you remember saying that you used to be a chef?"
Lin Deyun paused, slightly shook his head, "I was just a cook in a hotel, nowhere near a chef."
Although he said this, Lin Deyun had been in the culinary field for twenty to thirty years. He might not consider himself a master chef, but he was certainly a skilled cook. He genuinely loved this profession; some found it tedious, others thought it required patience.
But for him, standing in the kitchen every day, transforming raw ingredients into delicious dishes with his own hands, was pure joy.
Unfortunately, after the apocalypse, being able to eat to satisfaction was already good, who would still have the luxury to pick and choose? At best, based on his experience, he could do some basic processing of food under limited conditions.
He was very content already.
The person speaking patted his shoulder, "That's it, you've been a hotel cook, why not hurry and apply for a cafeteria chef position."
"Cafeteria chef? Apply?"
Lin Deyun was stunned.
"You didn't know? At the city gate notice board, there's a recruitment poster, better check it out soon. The package is much better than ours as transport workers. If you get the chef position, don't forget us old buddies."
His head felt a little dizzy, almost reflexively, he walked to the city gate, in front of the notice board.
["Sanctuary's First Cafeteria Recruiting Chefs, Cooks, Janitors, and Various Other Positions. Interested survivors may apply to participate in the assessment."]
Lin Deyun couldn't quite believe it at first, but seeing this recruitment message, he had to believe it.
No one would dare to disseminate false information under the guise of the Sanctuary; moreover, doing so was pointless.
"So, the Sanctuary really is recruiting chefs and planning to build a cafeteria?"
Based on the information, one should go to the Employment Center to register, located inside the third villa from the east district of the villa area.
Lin Deyun walked within the city walls, following the path further inside, passing one villa, then another...
He suddenly rubbed his eyes, "I must have seen it wrong."
He continued walking, passing by more villas, feeling something was not right.
The Employment Center was easy to recognize, a villa with a simple connected tent, but he had passed by without seeing any building matching this description.
He looked at the house number of the nearby villa, sixteen—the numbers were reversed, with villa number one located furthest inside, making the sixteenth villa actually the sixth from the entrance.
"Something definitely isn't right."
Lin Deyun went back to the original third villa, rubbed his eyes again, "It seems this isn't an illusion."
Stored in his memory, the Employment Center's blue and white structure was nowhere to be seen, but instead, there was a gorgeously crafted building before him, the gate and pillars adorned with intricate carvings that dazzled the eye.
Finally, his gaze unconsciously settled on the sign above the main door.
It was engraved with several bold, spirited characters.
"Perhaps this is the new Employment Center?"
He recalled the legends about Director Tang from the Sanctuary, rubbed his eyes again to confirm this wasn't a hallucination, and finally stepped inside.
The guild hall was vast, but there weren't many people at the moment; most of the Awakeners had picked up their tasks early and left.
He approached one of the information desks, inquired about the staff there, was handed a form to fill out, and then was asked to wait in an adjoining room for further instructions.
When Lin Deyun entered the room, he was surprised to find that there were already more than a dozen survivors waiting.
Most of them glanced at him then lowered their heads, staying quiet.
The room was filled with a quietness that was somewhat uncomfortable.
"These people must be survivors applying for positions, most likely aiming for the chef role, hence, my competitors."
The chef position offered much better terms compared to a cook or janitor and considering the Sanctuary had only a few hundred survivors, there wouldn't be many chef positions available, perhaps two or three at most, not comparable to pre-apocalypse staffing.
Suddenly, a young man entered, holding a form, counted the people in the room, then said, "Fifteen people, that's about right, follow me; it's time for the assessment."