At this time, the interviewer came out of the toilet, pulled up his pants, and saw several people gathered in front of him from a distance. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
When the interviewer came closer, Wen Shi explained, "My brother heard that I found a job, so he came to me."
"To seek refuge?" the interviewer repeated, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Didn't you just ask about the rules of the dormitory building?"
Wen Shi nodded.
"The first rule of accommodation is not to allow outsiders to stay here."
Wen Shi pursed his lips and said nothing.
The interviewer then reprimanded the dormitory manager: "No wonder you have been confined to the fourth floor for so many years. There are no rules at all, and they bring everyone in."
The dormitory manager had an unpleasant look on his face, thinking that the other party only dared to show off in front of him. If he met a dormitory manager on the sixth floor or above, he would want to crawl on the ground like a dog.
Not wanting to embarrass himself any further, he strode towards the duty room.
The interviewer set his sights on Jian Qingrong again.
Jian Qingrong walked out with steps as slow as his own and handed the passbook to the interviewer.
When both parties were about to complete the "handover ceremony", Jian Qingrong's wrist was held down. He looked up in surprise. Wen Shi smiled and said, "It will be almost closed if we rush over now. Why not wait until tomorrow? We can also take a few photos and put them in the factory newspaper later."
When I arrived, there were no shopping malls or banks around, and they were probably still far away.
[The interviewer's favorability towards you -10. ]
"Do you think the task assigned by the factory director is bullshit?"
Wen Shi kept smiling and said to the interviewer in a low voice, "In your absence, Supervisor Zhao was in charge of the interview alone. Wouldn't the Meiling Liquid that the new employees had to pay as tribute have all gone into his pocket?"
When it came to his own interests, the interviewer did indeed waver; at least his focus was temporarily diverted from the passbook.
Wen Shi took the opportunity to press down Jian Qingrong's hand, suggesting that he put the passbook away.
Jian Qingrong glanced at him and quietly put the passbook into his pocket.
Although Wen Shi was not a good person, he had his own principles. Jian Qingrong's behavior was very strange, but in comparison, the factory people who treated him like sheep were even worse.
The interviewer couldn't wait to think about the possibility that the Meiling Liquid might have been embezzled. He gave a few instructions and asked Wen Shi to fill out the application form quickly and submit it the next day. Then he couldn't wait to rush back to the interview venue.
Wen Shi pulled the boy aside and said, "Come with me."
After saying that, he hurriedly took him out.
The interviewer had left, so why not run away now? He didn't want to stay and say hello to Jian Qingrong's father.
Behind him, in the dim corridor, a thin-looking man slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the place where Wen Shi had touched before. At that moment, the body temperature that belonged to someone else had long since disappeared, and he could not feel anything.
Holding the passbook in his pocket for a long time, Jian Qingrong walked back into the dormitory with an expressionless face.
Wen Shi didn't want to stay in the dormitory for even a second, and when he quickened his pace to walk out, the boy stopped abruptly. He stood outside the duty room and said to the dormitory manager inside with his naturally charming little ending voice: "I'm sorry, it's all because of me that you were scolded by that bad-tempered person."
This tone made Wen Shi's scalp tingle.
The dorm manager was very impressed by this: "He only dares to show off to me. One day, I will become the dorm manager of a building above the sixth floor. Hum..."
The following words were paused because of the person's imagination of the future.
The boy touched the silver hair and asked softly, "Is the person living upstairs very powerful?"
The dormitory manager was about to say something nonsense when he inadvertently met the boy's eyes and all the words were stuck in his throat.
The lights in the duty room were on during the day. He saw the slightly reddened eyes and the naturally fair skin that could not be completely concealed by the mask. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said, "Very impressive. Even the factory director has to give face to the old employees who live on the seventh and eighth floors."
"So this is ah."
The boy gave a meaningful smile and said politely, "Thank you."
After going downstairs and walking a long distance from the dormitory, the two finally felt the sunshine that only belongs to summer.
The chill on his body was slightly dispelled, and Wen Shi looked at the boy in front of him. In the sunlight, the silver hair was even more eye-catching. The boy was wearing a very loose shirt, revealing his beautiful collarbone.
After walking all the way, the other party was still panting slightly, which showed that he was not physically strong enough. In a world full of monsters and demons, what can a weak child who is powerless do
"How old are you?" Wen Shi asked.
"Younger than my brother."
Wen Shi's head hurt even more. He couldn't figure out what went wrong in the summoning process. He had clearly paid a referral fee.
"I don't know why the game chose you, but this world is very dangerous. I can only try my best to ensure your safety. If that doesn't work, then it's fate."
Wen Shi paused and asked, "Do you have any special skills?"
"Specialties?" The boy thought about it seriously, stroked his earlobe with his slender fingers, and then slowly took off the mask.
In an instant, the sun and the moon lost their luster!
His eyes were like cold stars, his eyebrows were like willows, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a natural curve. When he smiled, he was as beautiful as a rose, and exuded the unique spring feeling of a crabapple flower.
The sun in the sky was avoiding this good color and hiding itself in a large cloud.
For the first time, Wen Shi saw what Nuwa’s most outstanding handicraft was.
This kind of beauty is already at the level of a disaster.
Wen Shi was silent for a moment: "Besides the face, what other specialties do you have?"
The boy nodded: "I'm good at dating."
"… "
This is a shitty game. Money back! Money back! Money back!
If it is not protected by a powerful force, this beauty will definitely attract countless evil-minded covetousness in the dungeon.
But Wen Shi had no way to let him go back. From the experience of the last dungeon, the summoned person could only return to the original world after the level was cleared. Before that, Wen Shi first had to figure out if there was something wrong with the game itself. He asked the boy why he came so late.
The game personally came to rescue the player? And it took so long
Wen Shi narrowed his eyes. Xie Tangyan was always tight-lipped when talking about history, but the person in front of him was talking freely. Either the game had relaxed its restrictions, or he was not telling the truth. But at least it proved one fact: the game was not wrong, and this was the person it was supposed to send.
Wen Shi re-examined the person in front of him, perhaps he was not as simple as he seemed.
"Put on a mask." Wen Shi said, "Don't show off your beauty too much."
Show off your beauty.
This strange wording is very suitable for the young man. There are many bad guys in the [big factory]. Wen Shi is almost certain that there will be people who have bad intentions towards this appearance.
The boy was extremely obedient. He put on his mask again and took Wen Shi's arm affectionately: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely let you live on the top floor."
"… oh."
There is a duty room on the fourth floor. What Wen Shi needs to consider now is how to live in a place with a dormitory manager. When he passed the third floor before, he saw blood spots splattered on the wall with his own eyes.
Living there, my life would be in danger. What’s more troublesome is that there is a restriction that outsiders cannot be admitted to the dormitory.
A player walked out of the third workshop in front. Wen Shi knew that the interview was over, so he took the boy over there.
There were no fewer players. After the first unlucky guy failed, the rest found the right routine and passed the interview safely. Seeing Wen Shi coming back, they were extremely curious and wanted to know what he had done during his absence. When they found that there was another person beside him, they all looked curious.
"My younger brother came from the countryside and came to live with me." Wen Shi explained perfunctorily.
This is definitely not his biological brother. It is most likely a special NPC or a setting in the dungeon. When everyone was guessing the identity of the boy, only Tu Bianxi focused on the skin. His eyes seemed to want to see through the mask and see the beauty sealed underneath. Finally, Tu Bianxi touched the puppet sitting on his shoulder with some excitement. He had found the most suitable eyes and hair for the doll.
The nearby players saw his appearance and immediately knew what he was planning, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this young man who suddenly appeared.
There are rumors that Tu Bianxi's [Puppet] skill has been upgraded to the advanced level. The intermediate [Puppet] skill has already scared many players, let alone the advanced level. So far, no player has seen the members of the Puppet Guild actually use the advanced puppetry technique.
The poor man who had become prey the moment he saw her seemed completely unaware. The young man suddenly raised his eyes, his overly long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings in the sun. Meeting the gaze that seemed to tear him apart, he spoke softly:
"How old is your brother? Why is he still playing with dolls?"
Different tone, similar taunting, for some reason at this moment the player suddenly felt that he really was like Wen Shi’s younger brother. Even Wen Shi himself raised his eyebrows.
"childish."
The boy uttered two words slowly.
Too childish, it's unlike him to only play adult games.
Being mocked twice in one day, and the mockery was for the skill he was most proud of. Tu Bianxi was completely enraged. In a sense, he had long regarded the puppet as another part of his life.
Since he was not a player, as long as his life was not harmed, he would not violate the rules of the game. The puppet doll's short fingers silently released a very thin thread, which went towards the boy's delicate facial skin. Unfortunately, Tu Bianxi did not have time to completely vent his anger. The interviewer and Supervisor Zhao suddenly walked out one after another, and the puppet doll became obedient again.
The interviewer held a form, which, in addition to the scores, clearly stated the amount of Beauty Spirit Liquid each person had pledged.
Because of what Wen Shi said just now, the interviewer always felt that this number was a little less than the actual number, and even looked at Supervisor Zhao with a bit of hostility: "Take them to dinner first, and then distribute the work clothes."
Supervisor Zhao keenly noticed that the interviewer was unhappy, but he didn't know the reason. He could only temporarily attribute it to the fact that the other party had been rejected when he met the factory director before and took his anger out on him.
The interviewer had been having stomach problems all day. When he smelled the odor coming from the cafeteria, his stomach started to feel uncomfortable again, so he went back to the workshop to find the toilet.
Seeing the interviewer running to the toilet for the third time in a short period of time, Wen Shi didn't think it was as simple as a stomachache. He followed the other person's back and saw that the interviewer scratched his neck before entering the factory, and his skin under the work clothes revealed a large area of blue spots.
Because the light at the entrance was dim, Wen Shi didn't see it very clearly, but just this one glance was enough to make his eyelids jump.
Supervisor Zhao was still thinking about how to curry favor with the interviewer, who was one of the judges for this year's outstanding employees. The latter didn't look good to him, and he didn't look good to the group of newcomers either, and said unhappily: "Follow me."
The cafeteria only accepts card payments, and the dining hours and rules are written on a sign at the door, which includes prohibiting take-out and providing interns with one free meal per day.
The meals for interns are uniformly composed of one rice and one soup.
The chef stood on an iron bucket more than a meter high and scooped soup for them. There were some green leaves floating on the surface of the soup, and ribs at the bottom. As the soup spoon stirred it, the blood foam that had not been scooped out was broken up and stuck to the leaves, which made people nauseous just by looking at it.
Wen Shi missed the auntie in the cafeteria who had shaking hands when serving food. Unfortunately, the chef was a real man and made sure that every bowl contained both spare ribs and vegetables.
A table can seat four people, but only the young man and Ji Yuanzhi were sitting at Wen Shi's table.
The players were generally not too far away. Tu Bianxi, who was nearby, picked up the ribs with chopsticks and said suddenly, "I don't know where the person who failed the interview was left in the cafeteria to help."
Everyone couldn't help but think of other things when they heard this. They didn't have much appetite to begin with, and now they were completely nauseous.
Butcher Bianxi ate with relish. As he tore the meat off the ribs, his eyes were fixed on the young man, as if he was gnawing on the flesh of his neck.
After confirming that Tu Bianxi was just an intern, the boy didn't even look at him. His eyes wandered around the window where only regular employees could line up. There weren't many people in the cafeteria now, and Supervisor Zhao's figure was particularly eye-catching.
Supervisor Zhao, who usually bullies the low-level employees, is nothing more than a simple color spectrum in the eyes of the young man, with desires of different colors intertwined.
Greed, arrogance and cowardice... These constitute the main body of Supervisor Zhao's desires. This kind of person is the easiest to control, and there is no need to use any bloodline ability.
"Little trash." After coming to this conclusion, there seemed to be a flame burning in one of the boy's pupils, which flashed away and soon returned to normal.
When he started to curse, it sounded very nice, even more moving than the singing of a mountain lark. Unfortunately, because the sound was too soft and quiet, Wen Shi, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't hear it clearly. However, Wen Shi vaguely heard something and looked up: "What's wrong?"
It happened that Supervisor Zhao had just finished his meal and when he turned around, he met the gaze that was looking at him.
The mask concealed the curve of his mouth corners, but could not hide his slightly curved eyes. The boy did not panic. He nodded slightly with a smile, as if saying hello.
Just this exchange of glances made Supervisor Zhao feel itchy immediately. However, he couldn't show it in public, so he just sat down near the boy and sniffed the air desperately, as if the air around him was sweet.
Noticing that his gaze was always wandering, Wen Shi raised his eyebrows: "What are you looking at?"
The young man glanced at Supervisor Zhao, then smiled and said, "Look at my dog."
(End of this chapter)