However, you vaguely felt sothing was odd. At that ti, Heavenly Fox did not participate in the operation, so it stands to reason he should not know who that talent was, let alone have the tech departnt create such a Human Skin Mask. You should know, the cost to make a single Human Skin Mask is equivalent to a new type of J-14 fighter jet.
Of course, it might just be a coincidence. After all, there are many people in this world who look alike.
Secondly, it is what you are currently doing, which is attending the Haitian Investnt Group’s recruitnt fair.
Why join this recruitnt fair?
According to Heavenly Fox, the security at Haitian Building is the latest tech "Sky Net," aning every room inside the building is like a sealed space. All rooms are covered by nurous rays, and personnel entering are subject to a special identification system. If soone isn’t registered, the alarm will sound, and they’ll be killed by the rays instantly.
The operational cost of such a Sky Net is extrely high, even the Pentagon in the United States wouldn’t shell out for it. Heavenly Fox believes this ans there’s sothing fishy inside Haitian Building, and Jerris is certainly hidden there too.
Although there’s a bit of a being forced into a corner sentint, disguising and maintaining it to the maximum extent is a special skill. Without specialized training, it’s simply impossible to achieve.
Currently, under Heavenly Fox, there’s no such person, only you, who have undergone specialized training, because your master Phoenix is a master in this field.
The Haitian Financial Group has seven subsidiaries. You’re not quite sure why Haitian Investnt Group was chosen since your sister, Li Qiyi, is the secretary of the CEO Cen Nong of Haitian Investnt Group. From so perspectives, you find it a bit inconvenient.
However, Heavenly Fox hasn’t told you the reason, which is one of the stylistic signatures of his way of doing things.
Shrugging slightly, you hold your resu in hand and enter the job market.
As a leading enterprise known in Yuhang City, the recruitnt hall of Haitian Investnt Group is easy to find.
However, this recruitnt hall is very strange. Other halls are teeming with people, but here in this vast space, there are only three people sitting.
You glance at these three: two n and one woman. The n are dressed in suits, and the woman is fashionably dressed and looks quite good.
When you walk in, the three simultaneously cast their eyes on you. Noticing your casual attire, they retract their gaze. One man even chuckles lightly, casting a scornful glance at you, his mouth moving slightly, but you’re too far away to hear.
Seeing you co in, a white-collar lady dressed in a suit walks over to you and says, "Hello, are you here for the interview?"
"Yes."
You nod your head.
"Can I see your resu?"
Although sowhat puzzled, you nevertheless hand the folder in your hand to the woman in front of you.
The woman opens the folder, quickly skims it, and smilingly says, "You et the criteria for the interview, please follow ."
"Okay."
Just as you and the woman in front take two steps, a man who had been waiting seated suddenly stands up, strides forward, and blocks the lady’s way.
"Hey, what’s going on? We’ve been waiting here for at least an hour. Why let this kid interview first? There should be so order, right?"
"Exactly, just take one look and you’ll know he’s a laborer. Trying to get into Haitian is simply dreaming." The only woman among the three said in a slightly sharp voice.
The recruiting guidelines of Haitian Investnt Group clearly state in the first clause not to hire people who are ill-mannered, disrespectful, or an-spirited.
These three, while looking well-grood on the outside, are actually full of bad intentions.
Among them, the one woman was the worst offender. Since she stepped into the recruitnt hall, she had been posturing to attract the attention of the male staff, being frivolous in her speech wouldn’t even count as much, but most notably, after sitting down, she frequently winked at the two working employees at the desk, using the heat from the air-conditioner as an excuse to constantly lower her neckline.
In the words of this white-collar lady responsible for entertaining applicants who t hiring standards, "Slut!"
At this mont, this woman, who apparently doesn’t even know the word sha, said such excessive things, which made the receptionist couldn’t stand it, turned her head to say to her: "Madam, if every laborer in China were a Yale University high graduate, well, you, just a bachelor’s from Southwestern University of Finance and Economics, aren’t even worthy of scooping poop."
After saying this, the receptionist flashed you a smile and spoke two sentences in fluent French. You replied with an even more authentic Parisian accent, and after a few exchanges, you passed through a narrow corridor and entered the inner hall.
The three exchanged looks, one of them letting out a long sigh, slowly got up, and walked out.
"Hey, you haven’t even interviewed yet; you’re leaving?"
The person scoffed at the remaining two, "Even if you wait until the job market closes, they won’t bother with you. If you have no self-awareness, stop dreaming of joining big corporations."
The remaining two were left dumbfounded, montarily at a loss as to what to do.
anwhile, in the inner recruitnt hall, you sit quietly in a soft chair. In front of you sit three n. A middle-aged man in the center holds your resu, glancing over it, nodding slightly, and says to you, "Mr. Lin, your resu ntions that you know five international languages. Can you briefly introduce yourself using these five languages?"
You shrug naturally and begin speaking, narrating a story in Arican English, French, Swedish, Russian, and Italian.
The story seems quite long, and the three n exchange glances. The middle-aged man smiles and says, "Sorry, our language skills are limited. We’re barely passable in English, but we only know a bit of the other four languages. Could you summarize the aning of that long segnt for us?"
You habitually touch your nose and say, "It’s actually a rather sad story, but the ending is known to all. Once, in a place called Tiger Village, there was a pair of siblings. The brother had a Thousand-mile Eye, while the sister had a Shunfeng-Er. They would often go to the mountain to enjoy the scenery. Sotis, the two of them would race, and their laughter echoed through the mountains."
While speaking, your tempo is slow and rhythmic, imrsing the three interviewers in the story.
"The brother would describe the beautiful distant scenery to his sister. The sister would sing the songs she heard from afar to her brother. Gradually, they fell in love. But this world doesn’t allow marriages between close relatives, let alone siblings falling in love. The pair was tornted, weighed down by morality and ethics."
"And then, what happened?" one interviewer asked at a critical point.
"Then, the brother gouged out his eyes to prove their unique love; the sister cut off her ears to symbolize their affection. Soon after, they both died."
Hearing this, the three couldn’t help but feel a heaviness in their hearts.
Your voice continued, "Afterwards, people learned about this touching story and composed a song. The lyrics go:
Two tigers, two tigers,
Run fast, run fast.
One has no eyes, one has no ears,
So strange, so strange."
Upon hearing the story’s conclusion, the three were left dumbstruck.
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