Chapter 60: The Show Tradition
When Barry arrived at the company, he noticed the situation was unusual.
Two long lines stretched out at the main entrance. One was made up of uniquely dressed young people, mostly large, heavy-set n. The other line was filled with fashionable, stunning young won—beautiful, well-built, and dressed rather revealingly. Bare long legs, slender waists, firm hips, deep cleavage—all the essential parts were on full display.
Barry stared for a few monts and nearly got a nosebleed.
What is going on?
Why are there so many beautiful won at the company? Is there an event?
With a confused mind, Barry found Philip Arthur, the HR manager. After signing the contract, Arthur directed him to the technical departnt office.
The office environnt was completely different from what Barry had imagined.
It was ssy, confusingly so. Dozens of computer desks were scattered haphazardly. Each desk was piled high with various items: figurines, adult magazines, glamour posters, snacks, speakers, and so on.
In one corner, there were two arcade machines, with a few young n gathered around them, punctuated by shouts of "F***!" and "Sh*t!"
Barry Allen's head was spinning. He seriously wondered if he had co to the wrong place.
Zachs Berger walked over and asked,
"Barry Allen?"
Barry nodded and replied, "You are?"
"Zachs Berger, Technical Departnt Supervisor."
Barry quickly extended both hands. "H-hello! I'm Barry Allen. It's my first day of work. Please look out for ."
Zachs waved his hand, chuckling. "Don't be nervous. The atmosphere at Show is very relaxed. There aren't many restrictions. Of course, there are a few things to keep in mind, the two most important being: maintaining creativity and ensuring work readiness."
Zachs spoke as he walked, with Barry following behind him, the perfect picture of a novice.
"Show's data frawork is very well-designed, so we don't have many bugs or security flaws in its daily operation. The people in the tech departnt are all experts, so routine maintenance is handled quickly."
"Because of this, about two hours of the eight-hour workday are free. During this ti, you can do anything—listen to music, play gas, or watch movies. The Boss never cares about that."
Hearing this, Barry understood. No wonder those guys were playing gas during work hours; it was their downti.
Zachs continued, "Of course, personally, I suggest you use that ti to think about Show's future plans. If you co up with a good new idea, congratulations—you're rich. The Boss is never stingy with bonuses."
"The other thing is version updates. Every now and then, Show releases a new version. The days leading up to the launch are the busiest. We're severely understaffed, so there might be all-nighters. You need to be prepared for that."
Barry nodded solemnly and followed Zachs to his desk.
The chubby guy next to him greeted him warmly.
"You must be Barry Allen, the only one who broke through the firewall."
Barry gave an awkward smile but didn't speak.
"I'm Mike Sen. Just call Mike. Hey, man, got so ti? Let's have a match."
Barry frowned. "A match?"
"Don't misunderstand, it's a technical match, not a fight. This is the Boss's rule: new mbers must be 'greeted' by seniors to prove they have the ability to make it at Show."
Barry thought for a few seconds and replied,
"I'm fine with that. I can compete anyti!"
Coming into a new environnt ant facing a challenge. Barry Allen didn't like fighting or arguing, but that didn't an he lacked a competitive spirit.
The two started a ga of cracking a black-box system.
A few minutes later, Barry Allen won, as expected. Although his technical knowledge was still a bit lacking, his insight, hand speed, and reaction ti were dozens, if not hundreds, of tis better than the average person. Victory was a given.
Mike gave him a thumbs-up.
"Seriously impressive. You're definitely the genius hacker who got the Boss involved."
Barry was stunned. He asked in disbelief,
"The person who defeated yesterday was the Boss?"
"You didn't know?"
Barry stared blankly ahead, his eyes wide.
Seeing his expression, Mike imdiately understood. He patted him on the shoulder and said with the air of a veteran:
"Don't feel bad about being inferior to the Boss. You'll get used to it. We're all geniuses, but fundantally, we're human. The Boss is different. He's transcended the category of organic life and evolved into an intelligent machine from a two-dinsional world. To sum it up: He's a humanoid CPU walking around in the human world. There's no problem he can't solve."
Barry gulped. "He's that powerful?"
"You'll understand later. Just rember: don't try to be clever around the Boss. If you want sothing, ask directly. If you want to do sothing, just do it. As long as you give a good reason, he won't say no."
"Got it. Thanks for the heads-up."
Barry nodded gratefully, then asked, "By the way, when I arrived, I saw a lot of girls at the entrance. What are they doing?"
Mike raised an eyebrow and teased him with a knowing male tone.
"See soone you like? Is it the brunette in the ultra-short skirt? I have so private photos of her. Want to see?"
Barry blushed, waving his hands vigorously.
"No, I was just curious why they were lining up there."
"They're all applying for the Presidential Assistant position."
Mike curled his lip, exasperated. "$250,000 annual salary, and the Boss is a young, promising, high-IQ rich heir. What girl wouldn't want that job?"
"But the job requirents asked for a left punch of 500 pounds and a right punch of 600 pounds. Those girls probably can't et that, can they?"
"Exactly! So, the people you see are the third batch. The first two batches have already been sent ho."
Barry: "..."
Mike leaned in mysteriously.
"Want to go watch the beautiful girls being interviewed?"
Barry hesitated. "Can we?"
"Of course. The Boss doesn't care about these little things."
Mike led Barry to a viewing window overlooking the recruitnt office. He squeezed out a space among the crowd of single n, and they watched curiously.
The Candidate
Inside the spacious room, Charlie, who was in charge of recruiting, sat at a desk, facing a continuous stream of stunning young won.
Even beautiful won can cause visual fatigue, Charlie thought, experiencing it firsthand.
He couldn't understand Luke's mindset, nor could he understand the girls'. The recruitnt notice was perfectly clear: a left punch of 500 pounds and a right punch of 600 pounds. If you couldn't do it, stop showing up.
Yet, the girls persisted.
For the $250,000 annual salary, they threw caution to the wind, posing provocatively and dropping obvious hints. So even invited him to chat in the restroom.
Pah!
Am I, Charlie, the kind of man who forgets friendship for beauty?If the circumstances were different, I'd show you!
The entire morning of recruiting failed to find a single suitable candidate and only left him stressed and frustrated. If this kept up, he would explode.
Just then, a blonde, blue-eyed girl walked in. She didn't introduce herself like the others. Instead, she walked straight to the boxing machine, and threw a right punch.
BANG!
1,000 POUNDS!
She threw a left punch.
BANG!
1,250 POUNDS!
WHOOSH!
Everyone's eyes widened. A heavy silence fell over the room.
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