The Farming Saint in the Starry Wasteland (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522 Their Longing

Suddenly, Cyndi remembered the conversation she’d had with, the regional manager month earlier.

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At that time, he had confidently declared that a tiny operation like Tysoon Farm would eventually be crushed by a giant like Seafarm Group.

He’d insisted Seafarm’s foundation and influence were untouchable, not something some random little farm could challenge.

But now?

A repair technician from Tycoon Farm was earning as much during the internship as Seafarma’s veteran employees. After full employment, he’d earn as much as middle management.

If that was true, then Tycoon Farm’s strength and ambition were far beyond anything they had estimated.

“W–what exactly do you do at Tycoon Farm?” Cyndi asked, trying to steady her voice, though the slightest tremor still lingered at the end of her sentence.

“I–repair spacecraft and agricultural mechs,” Newman answered. He didn’t really want to elaborate, but Cyndi’s stare left him no room to avoid the question. “Mostly maintaining the farm’s transport spaceships and farming mechs.”

“Just repairs?” Donald finally found his voice again, though his confidence was clearly gone, replaced with irritatior, and panic. “You expect us to believe fixing broken ships and tractors pays 50,000? Who are you fooling? Do you think we’re idiots?”

“I–I’m not lying,” Newman explained simply, unwilling to argue. “And I’m still in an internship right now, so I’m mostly learning. I spend half the day in technical training and half the day working under my mentor.”

Those words hit the Seafarm employees like a stone dropped into still water, sending ripples spreading wider and wider.

Technical training?

Mentorship?

At Seafarm, aside from the most basic onboarding orientation, none of them had received any technical training in three years.

The company would rather spend huge amounts hiring outside contractors to repair advanced equipment than invest in buildin

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its own technical teams.

Donald hadn’t become assistant team leader through skill. He got there through seniority and flattery.

Their daily work consisted of fixing worn–out shelves, broken shopping carts, and malfunctioning cold–storage systems. Whene something complicated came up, management simply called the supplier to replace it.

It looked easy on the surface, but there was no room for growth whatsoever.

They carried the title of technicians while being paid like general laborers.

Even if they wanted to switch jobs, they didn’t have the skills to land anything better.

Michael finally couldn’t hold back anymore. He licked his dry lips, his voice shaking slightly. “So… does Tycoon Farm still hire people? Technicians like us…”

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Chapter 322 Their Longing

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The moment he said that, he realized he’d messed up. He hurriedly shut his mouth and nervously glanced toward Cyndi

Cyndi’s expression instantly darkened. Anger flashed through the calculating eyes she always wore.

She never expected one of her own employees to ask about joining a competitor right in front of her!

It was practically a slap to her face.

But what frightened her even more was that although the others stayed silerit, the longing and hesitation in their eyes were impossible to hide.

They exchanged subtle glances, minds already racing.

“Michael!” Donald barked sharply, trying to regain control of the situation. “What the hell are you saying? Has Seafarm ever treater you badly?”

“I–I was just asking,” Michael muttered, shrinking back, though his eyes still drifted toward Newman.

But the seed had already been planted, and it was taking root at terrifying speed.

The atmosphere at the station turned awkward and strange.

The Seafarm employees no longer surrounded Newman. Instead, they unconsciously spread apart, each lost in their own though

Thirty thousand stellar coins during internship, 50,000 after full employment, structured technical training…

Those details burned through their minds like wildfire, igniting long–buried frustration and desire.

They thought about Seafarm’s recently enforced bundle–sale policy.

Sure, it had boosted short–term profits and earned everyone raises, but customer complaints were exploding. The workplace pressure kept getting worse.

Every day, they had to deal with angry customers and endless ridicule while going against their conscience to push overpriced, low–quality produce.

To cut costs, the company had started slashing even basic safety supplies and employee benefits. They had even canceled lunc breaks.

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