The interviewer was about to leave with Wen Shi, and Supervisor Zhao came to his senses and hurriedly called out from behind, "The rest of the interview..."
The interviewer turned his head sharply and glanced at Supervisor Zhao with his sunken eyes: "You do it for me."
The moment he turned his head and looked at Wen Shi again, he showed a rare bit of goodwill: "Young people nowadays are really too modest. They say they don't know if they are good people."
“…” It was the first time that Wen Shi knew that the definition of a good person could be determined by the number of good deeds.
The players looked at Wen Shi in shock as he walked out. Someone blurted out, "What's his connection with A Beautiful Mind?"
A Beautiful Mind can refine corpses
A Beautiful Mind Assassin is pretty good!
Supervisor Zhao's ears twitched, and he shouted sternly: "Jealousy makes people ugly, and your spirit will be deducted by one point!"
The player who accidentally said what he really thought: "… "
For the first time, he felt like seeking justice. If Pei Wenwei was kind, then he was a saint anyway. Reason made the player give up contradicting the NPC, leaving only an indescribable expression.
Wen Shi's pious expression made his entire body seem to be covered with a layer of golden light, which gradually faded away after he walked out.
He followed the interviewer out of the third workshop and passed by a simplified version of the master plan on the way. Wen Shi slowed down and took a look. The first, second and third workshops and the canteen were almost in a straight line. The dormitory building was a little more prominent and was built separately in the southwest area. Using the distance on the map, it would take at least a quarter of an hour to walk from the dormitory to the workshop every day. Its area and specifications even exceeded those of the workshop.
The strange thing was that Wen Shi clearly saw a faintly visible white building at the end of the road, which was not marked on the floor plan.
The interviewer was now taking him in the direction of the building.
"There are three iron rules in the factory that cannot be violated," the interviewer explained. "First, you must obey your superiors unconditionally. Second, you cannot leave the workplace without permission. Third and most important, you must abide by all the rules in the dormitory building."
If there are all the rules, then wouldn’t that mean there are a lot of death rules
Wen Shi nodded in a relaxed manner and said, "I know, it's just like a university dormitory, there are accommodation regulations."
"This is not your university dormitory!" The interviewer stopped abruptly and said sternly: "Remember, if you violate the factory rules, you may be criticized and educated, but if you violate the dormitory rules, you will bear the consequences yourself."
When he said the last few words, a deep fear flashed in the interviewer's eyes.
He didn't want to touch this topic anymore. He kept licking his dry lips and urging Wen Shi to walk faster.
Finally, they arrived in front of the pure white building.
There are very few windows in the corridor. The natives, who have always emphasized the pure world of the soul, don’t seem to like sunlight very much.
Even without air conditioning, the corridor was still chilly in the hot summer. Wen Shi followed the interviewer, walking quietly. The door of the office in front was ajar. There was a sizzling sound, and a ball was torn into pieces and thrown into the air.
"The factory takes such good care of you, yet you still want to move out? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
Through the half-open door, a man stood silently beside the table. He seemed to be very mild-mannered and did not resist being scolded: "My father is old and has difficulty walking. It is not convenient for him to live in the dormitory with me..."
Even the speed of speaking is a little slower than normal people.
The man sitting on the swivel chair snorted coldly: "Xiao Jian, Haisheng, who donated money to you when you got into trouble, is in poor health now. It's not a good time for you to buy a house."
"I paid back the fifty yuan that Brother Haisheng donated a long time ago... and I give most of my monthly salary to them..."
"What do you mean?! Are you saying that Haisheng donated too little to you?"
The door was not closed, and the factory director's harsh criticism could be clearly heard.
Unexpectedly, he encountered a drama of moral kidnapping as soon as he arrived. Wen Shi raised his eyebrows while standing at the door.
The man standing next to the desk lowered his head. He was very tall and wore a work suit that had been washed to a pale color. Due to the passage of time, the fabric of the suit had become very thin. The man's hands were long and thin, and he had several blisters on his fingertips from working non-stop for a long time.
As for his face… his unkempt hair and overly long bangs covered most of his features. All we could see was that he had a very good face shape, or to be exact, it could be described as perfect, with a smooth jawline, a high nose bridge… his spine was still straight even in his disheveled state. In any normal world, with this body proportion and temperament, he would be discovered by a scout and be chosen to debut.
Too bad this isn't a normal world.
The interviewer knocked on the door politely, walked in with a flattering smile, ignored the silent man standing aside, and whispered a few words in the factory manager's ear.
The interviewer blocked half of the factory director's body, so Wen Shi naturally focused on the other person. The pair of eyes that were obscured by the bangs always made him feel a little familiar.
For a moment, the man raised his head slightly. The curtains in the office were half-drawn, and they looked at each other through blurry vision. Wen Shi suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He avoided eye contact and remained standing close to the edge of the door.
"A completely pure mind?" The factory manager looked up in disbelief and asked the interviewer again, "You didn't lie to me?"
"You don't know, he talked about good deeds for forty minutes, and he only stopped because the timer of the truth serum ran out. And he is very humble. When I asked him if he was a good person before, he didn't even admit it directly."
The interviewer conveyed some of Wen Shi's personality traits: he likes to reflect on himself, is not confident, and is a pushover.
One hundred percent kindness
At the side, a strange smile flashed across the man's face, but when he looked at Wen Shi again, his gaze slightly condensed.
While the factory director was speaking, Wen Shi was looking up at the ceiling, or more precisely, at the direction of the various surveillance cameras. After looking at the corridor, he began to study the office, his eyes scanning like a radar.
Yes, the cameras are not densely distributed, especially in the office. Wen Shi is not saying that he will definitely sneak in in the future, but it is normal to be familiar with various terrain environments in the dungeon.
After listening to the interviewer's words, the factory manager nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, there are fewer and fewer kind-hearted people nowadays. It just so happens that the factory is going to select a new spokesperson for beautiful hearts. I think you are a good one."
[You have gained the factory manager's favorability 3]
He glanced at the silent man with disdain and said, "I hope you won't be like some people who are ungrateful."
Wen Shi reacted: "He is also the spokesperson for Beautiful Mind?"
The factory manager sneered: "Now that you're here, he won't be one soon."
Jian Qingrong lowered his head and let the sarcastic words fall on him.
Wen Shi felt a dull pain in his temples. This was not the same as the spokesperson he had imagined. He thought the spokesperson was someone who wore heavy makeup and was obsessed with shooting commercials, but how come she was actually someone who lived a simple and poor life and was treated like a leek
I should have known that I shouldn't have debuted as the center among players.
The factory manager handed a form to Wen Shi and asked him to fill out the spokesperson application form.
Noticing that there was a light stain of blue color on the place where the factory director's thumb had pressed, Wen Shi carefully avoided that place.
The factory director's fingers were faintly shiny, like some kind of mucus, and it looked like it hadn't dried up completely yet, so it must have been there not long ago. Wen Shi glanced around, and there was nothing on the desk, let alone water stains. Finally, his eyes stopped at the torn paper on the ground. Because it was wrinkled, it was hard to confirm whether it was the source of the pollution.
Wen Shi picked up the broom from the corner, ready to do some research after cleaning up under the pretext of taking out the trash.
A pair of bony hands suddenly pressed down on his wrists.
"I'll do it." Perhaps because the voice was too low, the lukewarmness just now was not felt at all.
"No, no, no, you're a veteran employee, I'll do this kind of thing."
The factory manager, who was completely unaware of the situation, believed the interviewer's words a little more and added the comment "hardworking" to his evaluation of Wen Shi.
Wen Shi was ultimately defeated by Jian Qingrong. Firstly, this thin-looking man was surprisingly strong, and secondly, the factory director suddenly started giving him a series of advice.
“As a spokesperson, you must not be extravagant, be friendly to your colleagues, and be dedicated to your work in the factory.”
Wen Shi responded obediently with "OK".
"However, I still need to review whether you can take on this glorious mission. I hope you will not disappoint the factory's high hopes."
Wen Shi continued to nod.
[Single branch mission: Beautiful Mind Spokesperson
Task content: As a newcomer, you have successfully won the appreciation of the factory director with your past efforts and received an application form X1; please complete a good deed that is convincing enough as soon as possible so that your application form can impress the factory director and become a true spokesperson!
Mission Reward: Soul Purity 10]
The factory manager then instructed the interviewer: "It's just right that you're here, take Xiao Jian with you to get the money."
"Xiao Jian," the factory director said to the silent man earnestly, "You are the spokesperson for the beautiful soul of our factory. You can't ruin your reputation for your own selfishness. Bring your passbook with you and withdraw the money to give to Haisheng who has been feeling unwell these past two days. Then I will have someone do a follow-up report to commend you for your behavior!"
After saying that, he sat back in his swivel chair, leisurely enjoying the coolness of the office in the summer.
The factory director is well maintained. Even though he is in his fifties, there are still no wrinkles on his face. Only his gray hair silently proves that he is no longer young.
He took out a beauty serum from the drawer and was about to use it when he saw Wen Shi still standing there. He waved his hand and said, "There's nothing to do today. Follow me to the dormitory and fill out the form. You'll officially start work tomorrow."
The factory manager used an enhanced version of the beauty liquid, which is edible. However, he was very concerned about his personal appearance. He took out a small mirror and actually applied the beauty liquid on the corners of his eyes and other places prone to wrinkles.
During the entire process, the factory manager did not notice that the contaminants on his fingers spread along with the liquid and spread around the skin.
Wen Shi left the gloomy office without any reluctance. The first thing he did was to quietly tear off the part that was scratched by the factory director. Fortunately, the other party only grabbed the edge and it would not affect the filling of the form.
When he went out, the interviewer was gone, and only the man who had just been in the office was standing on the side of the road.
As Wen Shi looked around, the man with his head down finally spoke: "He asked us to wait here."
Seeing that there was no one around, Wen Shi took the initiative to approach him: "Let's get to know each other, what's your name?"
The man seemed to be born with a slow reaction. After a while, he slowly said, "It's in the factory newspaper."
Of course there is no factory newspaper on the roadside, but there is a propaganda board not far away.
Wen Shi was free anyway, so he went over to take a look. The first thing that caught his eye was the man's photo. On the top of the notice board were the words "Beautiful Mind" in big red regular script, with a few small flowers painted around it, as if to convey warmth.
Wen Shi read the beautiful deeds carefully.
“… On March 2, our factory employee Jian Qingrong was accidentally burned. The factory immediately organized donations for treatment. Under the care of the leaders and colleagues, Jian Qingrong returned to work on September 6. In the following years, Jian Qingrong truly did this…”
Wen Shi took a look and saw that his colleague's child loved painting, but his family couldn't afford to pay for his art studies, so Jian Qingrong paid for it out of his own pocket. When his colleague's family was sick, he took leave to take care of them. When his colleague was not feeling well, he would help out with another job...
To sum it up in one sentence: an innocent person.
Wen Shi walked back to the man and asked straight to the point: "How did you get burned?"
Man: "Night shift, machine malfunction."
The factory should bear this part of the cost.
The man looked a little confused, as if he didn't understand the connection between the two things.
The chill I felt in the office earlier seemed to be an illusion. No matter from which angle you look at it, this person is a person with a little IQ problem, so he was fleeced.
Wen Shi blinked, but was there a real lamb in the copy
A worker was walking by the roadside, carrying raw materials. There was no one supervising him. When he saw Jian Qingrong, he hurried over and said, "Qingrong, I seem to have a bit of heatstroke. Can you take over the night shift tonight?"
He looks full of energy and doesn't look like he has heatstroke at all.
Just as Jian Qingrong was about to nod, Wen Shi suddenly shouted, "There are bugs!"
The hauler subconsciously checked and searched for his collar: "Where is it?"
Wen Shi stuffed the insect he had just caught from the tree into the hole without leaving any trace: "It crawled in!"
The worker who was hauling goods also felt something crawling on his back, so he quickly took off his work clothes and shook them off. The moment the bug fell off, he wanted to mention the night shift again.
Wen Shi used a tricky angle, seemingly helping, but in fact he hit the other person's knee. The hauler didn't know where he got hit, his legs went numb instantly, he stumbled and hit the tree in front of him, breaking the corner of his mouth.
Wen Shi stood there calmly, waiting for a long while for the reminder sound to arrive. He sighed to himself that helping Jian Qingrong escape the night shift was not a great good deed.
The eyes of both parties met in mid-air. Wen Shi knew that the other party had seen through his little trick, so he made a gesture to keep quiet.
Jian Qingrong was a little surprised: "Just now the interviewer said that you can't finish talking about all the good things you have done in 40 minutes."
Wen Shi smiled, his eyes seemed to tremble with his laughter: "An interview is a process of self-analysis." He said meaningfully: "It's a pity that I was pulled here by the interviewer after I just talked about a few good things in my life."
It takes forty minutes to do a little bit of good deeds, and it would be a shame to finish them. However, if you listen carefully, you will find that Wen Shi is hinting that he has not had time to say bad things.
When the truck driver was screaming, the interviewer came out.
He had gone to the toilet earlier. He didn't know if he had eaten something bad recently, but he had diarrhea several times a day.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Shi glanced at the worker pulling the goods: "He accidentally tripped."
The interviewer looked disgusted and called me an idiot.
The dormitory building was quite far away and completely in the shade. In addition, it was located in the windy area, and from time to time there was a gust of hot wind, which made the interviewer's stomach churn.
The interviewer suppressed his discomfort and walked into the dormitory building with heavy steps.
Wen Shi lowered his voice and said, "You said before that we cannot violate the accommodation agreement. What are the details?"
However, the interviewer seemed not to hear it and went straight upstairs after entering.
There is a duty room starting from the fourth floor.
The interviewer turned around and said to Wen Shi, "You will be assigned dormitories later. Interns will live on the first to third floors. There is no duty room there, so try not to go out at night."
The man named Jian Qingrong lives in the innermost room 401.
The interviewer sneered: "The factory took good care of him and gave him a bigger dormitory, but he still wanted to move out."
The man next to him lowered his head even more.
Jian Qingrong opened the door of room 401, and a faint stench drifted out. Although it was not very strong, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the interviewer who was already uncomfortable at the moment. He took a step back and said, "Fuck, how long have you not cleaned the room?"
The interviewer himself didn't want to go in, so he asked Wen Shi to follow him: "Keep a close eye on him and make sure he takes out his passbook."
The dormitory was indeed quite large, with a small room inside. The curtains were drawn and the room was dim.
Jian Qingrong walked in front of him, squatting in front of the glass table and slowly searching for something.
[The purity of your mind is declining.]
Wen Shi opened the attribute panel and the purity of his mind dropped from one hundred to ninety-nine.
Lost a point!
There was no decent furniture in the room. A faint stench came from the small room. The door was not completely closed. Through the gap, Wen Shi saw with the help of the faint light an old man with sparse hair sitting on an old chair, motionless.
In such a copy full of monsters, Wen Shi couldn't help but think that the old man was dead.
He pretended to be choked by the dust and kept coughing, but the old man still didn't move.
The dormitory door behind him suddenly closed automatically with a "bang", and the cool wind blew through Wen Shi's white coat, making him bone-chilled.
The interviewer was clearly at the door, so he should have reacted to the loud sound of the door closing. Wen Shi remembered that on the way here, the other party had covered his stomach intentionally or unintentionally, and he couldn't help but twitch his lips. He wondered if this guy was going to the toilet again.
The duty room was at the entrance of the corridor, about a mile away from room 401. Wen Shi could only think of ways to save himself.
He took a few steps back, put his hand on the door handle without leaving any trace, pressed it down lightly, and pushed it. There was no response, so he tried again...
It's so funny, I can't push it open at all.
"Found it." The thin figure who was half-kneeling spoke muffledly.
Jian Qingrong stood up and walked towards Wen Shi step by step in the cold and dark environment. His black and white eyes were covered by his hair. He asked word by word: "Do you want to say hello to my father?"
Wen Shi has not yet figured out the reason for the decrease in purity, whether it is because of staying in this dormitory or because of Jian Qingrong himself.
His initial spiritual purity was almost at the ceiling level. Logically speaking, a drop from one hundred to ninety-nine would not have much impact at all, but Wen Shi clearly felt that this was different from his health points. Every time a point dropped, his body would feel slight discomfort.
"Want to say hello?" Jian Qingrong asked again in a hoarse voice.
The distance between the two parties was too close, and the cold breath sprayed on his face. Wen Shi felt cold all over: "I..."
Just as he was considering whether to summon the zombies, there was a hurried knock on the door.
This was like timely help to Wen Shi. He stared at Jian Qingrong without blinking, to prevent him from suddenly attacking.
During the few seconds of confrontation between the two sides, there were loud knocks on the dormitory door.
"Open the door!"
There was a strange voice outside the door, with a hint of impatience.
Jian Qingrong stared at Wen Shi for a moment, and finally moved. Wen Shi was ready to defend himself, but the arm passed by him and pressed the door handle.
The work clothes had become thinner after being washed too many times. Wen Shi could vaguely see Jian Qingrong's muscles underneath. The lines were tight but not exaggerated, and as smooth and perfect as his jawline.
Squeak—
This time the door opened successfully.
The person knocking on the door was not the interviewer, but the dormitory manager.
"Aaron? Who is Aaron?" the dormitory manager asked unhappily.
In fact, this is nonsense. Apart from the old man in the inner room whose life or death was unknown, there were only two people standing in the dormitory. As an old employee, Jian Qingrong must be known by the dormitory manager.
"It's me." Wen Shi responded good-temperedly.
Dormitory Manager: "Your brother is looking for you."
Wen Shi was stunned.
my brother
What brother? Where does a brother come from
He only knew that something was wrong with this dormitory, something was wrong with Jian Qingrong, and that it was not advisable to stay here for long.
The next second, a slender figure walked out from behind the burly body of the dormitory manager. He was wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and his silver hair showed no trace of bleaching or dyeing. The boy pulled the brim of his hat down low, and his pair of cold star-like eyes stared straight at his toes. After a moment, he timidly spoke -
"elder brother."
The boy's voice made people's hearts itch, and the dormitory manager, who had a muscular body, instantly got goose bumps.
Normally, relatives who come to visit their families are asked to wait at the security room at the gate. Not long ago, the security guard led the boy directly into the dormitory building. The dormitory manager was very unhappy at first and was ready to curse. But for some reason, when the boy begged him to take him to find his brother, the dormitory manager was unconsciously bewitched. By the time he reacted, he had already led the boy to the door of 401.
Wen Shi guessed the boy's identity.
Strange appearance, strange dress, the only familiar thing is the uncontrollable sense of intimacy.
Wen Shi suddenly had a headache. It was hard to imagine that this was himself in a parallel world. Although he and Xie Tangyan were of different genders and lived in different times, Wen Shi could feel that there were similarities in their souls.
But this person...
"I'm a little late, brother, you won't blame me, right?"
“…” There is absolutely no sense of convergence.
The boy said affectionately: "I have to thank this dormitory manager for bringing me to you."
When the dorm manager was confused, the boy finally looked up. He first looked at the ceiling, and his movements were almost the same as when Wen was in the office before, scanning like a radar. When he confirmed that there was only one camera in the entire corridor, and it seemed that it was not working yet, he nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied.
(End of this chapter)