Big Beard's face was full of joy, and among the crowd surrounding him, quite a few people sighed and began to leave voluntarily.
Big Beard was the representative of the local day laborers; he had many friends, and when he made his choice, those immigrant day laborers, illegal immigrant day laborers, and refugee day laborers looking for opportunities had no chance at all.
Watching the people disperse, the General Manager vaguely realized something, but he didn't care.
What he needed was someone to solve his troubles, not to resolve societal conflicts.
Soon, a group of white workers was selected, and Big Beard's face beamed with a smile, though inside, he felt a different emotion.
"Boss, the people are selected, I guarantee they are the best lads from the dock!"
The General Manager's mouth twitched slightly; why were the best lads outside the dock instead of inside?
He didn't dwell on this; he just nodded and said, "Then I'll go to work."
