Chapter 003: Interview Failure

Uniform silk | stockings, or black uniform, Wang Dalin could clearly feel that a certain part of his body was standing up in a rather ungentlemanly manner ... ...

I casually had some instant noodles for lunch, feeling extremely anxious, fearing that if I ate too slowly, it would delay my afternoon interview. Before 1:00 PM, I took my black briefcase and went out. To save time, I indulged in taking a taxi.

Half an hour had passed when the door opened, and the beautiful woman from earlier rushed in, saying: "Quickly prepare, the deputy editor-in-chief is very busy. You only have half an hour in total, and less than three minutes each..." Before she could finish her sentence, someone outside was already shouting: "First..." The woman glanced at the form in her hand: "Chu Bin, come with me." A man responded and quickly stood up to follow her out. Outside, someone was already shouting: "First..." The woman glanced at the form in her hand: "Chu Bin, come with me." A man responded and quickly stood up to follow her out.

Next to the small supermarket, there is a barbecue restaurant. At a table in front of the store, two people are seated. Facing the entrance of the restaurant is a young man who, upon seeing the car drive away, says, "They have left." The person sitting with his back to the entrance is slightly older; he slowly turns around to glance outside, and the long black car has already disappeared.

The young man asked, "Master Uncle, what should we do?" The Master Uncle replied, "Strike first; if we wait for the Kunlun Sect to react, it will be too late." "What do you mean..." "You should go find Lu Yan tonight and have him take care of this matter." "Alright!"

The Qingsong Building is an office building with a distinctive style, consisting of four towers of varying heights, resembling four giant swords of gray and color, piercing the sky. Before Wang Daling graduated, he particularly envied those who worked in such high-end office buildings. Coming from a small place, he had few aspirations; being able to work as a white-collar worker was already a source of great satisfaction for him

"Is that him?" Zhao Wanning asked while sitting in a Mercedes-Benz. Fang Xianwu beside him nodded slightly, "Indeed." Zhao Wanning frowned, "How can he possibly resemble someone of our caliber?" Fang Xianwu also felt that Wang Dalin was indeed somewhat 'short', and couldn't help but say, "Why don't we wait a bit longer?" Zhao Wanning nodded, "Alright, let's observe for now."

He did not go home, but went directly to the small supermarket downstairs to buy a bottle of chilled beer. He opened it on the spot and took a swig, only to be choked by a mouthful of foam, causing him to cough violently

Wang Daling's eyes were momentarily dazzled by the silvery-gray light, and he was still adjusting to it as he cautiously exited the elevator. He noticed that several people were standing in the corridor outside the elevator. He carefully asked, "Excuse me, is this the office of 'Fashion Insight' magazine?" A tall girl beside him shot him a cold glance and asked, "What are you here for?" Wang Daling forced a smile and replied, "I am here for an interview." The girl snorted dismissively and quickly said, "Just wait, we haven't started work yet." It seemed she was unwilling to say another word. Wang Daling felt embarrassed and could only stand there waiting.

Filled with extravagant hopes for a life that does not belong to him, Wang Daling wished to slap himself and then loudly tell himself: Stop dreaming!

Dressed in an outfit worth over 3,000 yuan, sitting on a small stool

"Wang Daling." The beautiful woman shouted from the doorway. "Ah!" Wang Daling jumped out in surprise, and the beautiful woman smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous..." Wang Daling forced a smile: "How can I not be nervous, sister..."

He stood under the elevator of Building B of the Qing Song Mansion, and it was just 1:30, with a full hour to go. He pressed the elevator button and ascended to the seventeenth floor. With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, revealing a wide corridor painted in a stylish silver-gray, with a hint of purple.

"Which sect do they belong to?" the young man asked. The elder replied, "The leader of the Kunlun Lower House, Zhao Wanqing." The young man exclaimed, "He has come in person!" "Hmph, it seems that this time the Kunlun Sect is determined to succeed. However, he has also seen that young man's character; a rotten wood cannot be carved!" The elder shook his head, seemingly very disappointed in Wang Dalin.

This "Fashion Review" is a nationally renowned fashion magazine, offering decent treatment and salary, primarily because having work experience here is a significant credential. When Wang Dalin submitted his resume, he never expected to have an interview opportunity; how could they possibly consider a graduate from a third-rate university with no editing experience? Unexpectedly, the position he deemed the least likely to be offered to him was the one that had already responded to *Tu* Book.

It is uncertain whether the people at this magazine are all so indifferent and eccentric. If that is the case, living in such an environment in the future will surely be very oppressive. Wang Dalin's mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, and time seemed to pass very slowly. He kept looking at his watch, reflecting the turmoil within him

This is outrageous, Wang Daling thought, this is not an interview for an editor, this is a test of composure!

Although the tall girl was dressed flamboyantly, her appearance was rather ordinary. If it were not for this, Wang Daling would have certainly ravaged her in his mind a hundred times to avenge the humiliation he had just suffered

That said, he still felt uncomfortable. He strolled on the street until dark, and then slowly made his way back, not wanting to take a bus, so he decided to walk home. The distance from here was still quite long, and taking a bus would take over an hour. By the time Wang Dalin got home, it was already midnight. After a long journey, he was so tired that he bent over and hunched his back.

Wang Dalin spent less than ten seconds with the uniformed beauty, setting the record for the shortest interaction in today's interview.

A group of people has been left in the conference room, waiting for two hours. It is already 4:30 PM, and no one has come to interview them. Everyone is becoming somewhat impatient

"Please wait a moment. I will notify you when we begin. Here are our magazines from each issue; you may take a look. There is no need to be nervous; I will just ask you a few casual questions," she said. After finishing her words, her high heels clicked sharply as she walked out, the sound crisp and clear. As she passed by Wang Dalin, a fragrant breeze brushed against him. Wang Dalin couldn't help but smacked his lips, sighing. He wondered what kind of perfume the librarian used; it was so delightful!

After a whole afternoon of shopping, Wang Dalin had a complete makeover. Early the next morning, he styled his hair anew, dyed it blonde, and dressed neatly, waiting at home.

The black Mercedes flashed its dark red taillights and vanished into the night. Besides them, there were others who were also secretly watching Wang Dalin.

The uniformed beauty stood beside Wang Dalin and asked, "What is your name?" Wang... Wang Dalin," he stammered.

"Go in," said Wang Daling, gathering his courage as he glanced at the beautiful woman behind him, and stepped inside. A chair was placed in the center of the room, surrounded by emptiness, with the walls painted a light blue, spotless. Wang Daling sat on the chair, but the chief examiner and the deputy editor were nowhere to be seen. At that moment, another door opened, and the first thing that caught Wang Daling's eye was a pair of long, beautiful legs, devoid of any excess flesh, encased in slightly lighter flesh-colored stockings. Wang Daling felt a wave of dryness in his mouth and throat as he looked up to see a uniformed beauty wiping her hands with a tissue, apparently having just come from the restroom. At that moment, another door opened, and the first thing that caught Wang Daling's eye was a pair of long, beautiful legs, devoid of any excess flesh, encased in slightly lighter flesh-colored stockings. Wang Daling felt a wave of dryness in his mouth and throat as he looked up to see a uniformed beauty wiping her hands with a tissue, apparently having just come from the restroom.

Indeed, each person took less than three minutes, with some returning in under a minute. Those who came back shook their heads and sighed, picking up their belongings and leaving without a word, leading to an obvious outcome. No one spoke in the conference room, and a heavy atmosphere enveloped everyone.

There were approximately twelve or thirteen people who were led into a very large conference room. The beautiful woman who brought them in was not tall, but had a very good figure, and her makeup was exceptionally exquisite. Wang Daling felt somewhat moved and captivated, but given the seriousness of the moment, he had no choice but to compose himself and patiently listen to her speak

The previous inheritors of the Heaven Bead were all exceptionally talented individuals. Even if their nature was not virtuous, they could still dominate among the wicked. Where can one find someone like Wang Dalin, who is utterly unremarkable and incapable of making a mark

After 2:00 PM, people began to arrive one after another. By 2:30 PM, a beautiful woman in a short skirt walked out of the magazine office and said, "Those applying, follow me." Instantly, the group of people all rushed over, including the tall girl. Wang Daling scoffed inwardly: So you are here to apply as well, just like me. I thought you were part of the magazine staff. No wonder she was so unfriendly to me earlier; we are all competitors, essentially enemies, so how could there be any friendliness?

Upon arriving at the station sign, Wang Dalin changed his mind. The fashion magazine, of course, required a sense of style. His entire life had been characterized by a rustic appearance, and without an interview tomorrow, he would be eliminated at first glance. This was precisely the most prosperous area of City X, a hub of fashion trends. Wang Dalin looked around and turned into a rather upscale shopping mall.

The beautiful woman frowned: "If you can't even confidently state your own name, how can I trust that you are capable of handling this job?" Wang Daling thought to himself: Wow, impressive! Just as he was about to explain, the woman waved her hand: "Alright, you can leave now, next!"

Frustrated, Wang Daling left the Qingsong Building and strolled alone down the street, feeling a wave of disappointment. He then chuckled to himself, wondering: even if I performed well in the interview, would "Fengshang Jian" hire a graduate from a third-rate university?