Her Celestial Farm on the Scrapyard Planet (by Kay Lucas) novel Chapter 615

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Chapter 615 Employee Benefits

Cyrus’s face grew warm. He opened his mouth, unsure how to respond.

“Ms. Schofield, I just wanted to ask….

He stumbled through his thoughts, explaining what he had in mind. Then, feeling embarrassed, he quickly added, “I was just asking.”

Elizabeth waved her hand, cutting him off. “Captain Bramble, how can you say you’re just asking? Let me give you a serious answer. Our farm welcomes anyone who wants to join, as long as they pass the farm assessment. That applies to retired soldiers from Fifth Military too.”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but every word was clear. “Especially those who have shed blood and sweat to protect our country. Whether you’re from First Military or Fifth Military, you’re all welcome here.”

Cyrus stayed silent for a long time.

On the other end of the screen, Elizabeth calmly held her cup of tea and quietly waited.

Silas also sat beside her without saying a word..

At last, Cyrus spoke with his slightly hoarse voice, “Ms. Schofield, on behalf of those brothers, thank you.”

Elizabeth smiled warmly. “No need to thank me. Just have them send in their resumes. We provide meals and housing, full social insurance and housing fund benefits, overtime pay, and triple pay on holidays.”

She tilted her head as though she had just remembered something. “Oh, right. Once they become farm employees, they also get the staff discount. Everything sold by the farm is half price.”

Just moments ago, Cyrus had been deeply moved, but the moment he heard about the employee discount, he unexpectedly found himself tempted too.

Cyrus was genuinely tempted.

After the call ended, he sat on the couch and stared at the blank wall in front of him, lost in his own thoughts for a long while.

He’d been with the Fifth Military for almost 20 years now.

Twenty years ago, when he’d first enlisted, he’d been a young man with fire in his blood, certain that putting on this uniform meant defending his home and country, meant standing tall among men.

Back then he was up training before dawn every day, and after the evening drills ended he’d put in another two hours on his own.

When the others rested, he trained. When the others took leave, he stood watch. The assignments everybody else weaseled out of, he volunteered for.

He’d believed that as long as he worked hard enough, took it seriously enough, gave enough of himself, he’d get the reward he deserved.

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But reality had slapped him hard across the fREE.

The names on those promotion lists were always ones he didn’s recompare

Somebody’s nephew, some senior officer’s protege, in one of thene sine od kay Shep their face at the training ground and then somehow pulled top take the tr around.

It took him ten years of grinding to claw his way from ordinary verber

And that company commander post should have been his long before to gesung and-comer who’d been around all of two years

All because the kid’s father was a director in the Fifth Military’s logatior office.

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It wasn’t that Cyrus had never thought about switching tracks, tranferring to another department porite

in for a reassignment.

But he had no background, no solid connections, and in a place that ran on who you knew without someone to grease the wheels, he couldn’t even qualify to apply for a transfer.

So all I can do is keep grinding away in the same position. But for hors long?

Until I am discharged?

Until I am old?

Until I am worn down to nothing but old injuries, and then, like all those brothers invalided out before me, I take my pittance of a stipend, go home, and get by on liquid supplements and painkillers?

He couldn’t accept that.

He’d seen too many cases like it over the years.

Brothers who’d once fought shoulder to shoulder with him on the battlefield, taken a bad wound on some mission, watched their mental power drop below the threshold, gotten flagged as unfit to keep serving, and then were discharged.

And after the discharge?

The military cut them a one-time payout and washed its hands of them.

Some used that money to start a little business and scraped by well enough.

Some were dragged under by their injuries, and once the payout ran dry they had nothing to live on but welfare and handouts.

Some don’t even make it through the first three years.

Sometimes, late at night, those faces came back to him, the men who’d once bled and sweated beside him on that training ground.

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