Chapter 2, what is your profession

Everyone burst into laughter, and more and more people gathered around. The burly man laughed so hard that he pounded the table vigorously

The burly man waved his hand to interrupt him: "What use is good calligraphy? Nineteen years old, name... Hahaha, is this your name?" As he spoke, he held up the form for his companion to see, and sure enough, the companion couldn't help but chuckle, which then spread to another person nearby!

The young person thought: "I can ... ... do arithmetic, I can mentally calculate four-digit by four-digit ... ... "

The young man nodded and said, "This is also the name on my ID card"

Young people finally feel a sense of helplessness akin to playing the lute to a cow: "Is that a trick of the underworld or a magic show? Are you sure you really want me to give you an answer?"

The young man showed little change in expression, still smiling gently as he observed the few people in front of him who were laughing heartily. Some curious job seekers also leaned in to look at the form, joining in the laughter.

Young people do not insist: "In other words, you are unkempt and indifferent to those around you, which reflects a wild and unruly nature. If you have talent, it might be acceptable, but unfortunately, apart from that, you create disturbances and chaos, which are true reflections of your inner self and cannot be corrected by external means. Therefore, in the future, you will likely achieve nothing and be considered a failure."

The young man had no choice but to admit: "Well... my main profession is face reading"

With a loud "bang," a heavy folder was thrown onto the gray-white small table in front of the young man. A man with a face full of flesh sat down heavily behind the table, causing the white plastic chair to creak under his weight. The portly man burped loudly and forcefully loosened his haphazardly knotted tie, barely lifting his eyes to ask: "Have you filled out the form?"

What? Almost everyone leaned in to listen: "What?"

The stocky man scoffed, "What else is uncertain?" His hand stretched out so forcefully that it nearly poked the young man's face, and the surrounding crowd was so dense that not even a drop of water could pass through. The job market was already crowded, and upon hearing that a fortune teller had come to the job market to seek employment in such a serious manner, many people squeezed over to see the spectacle.

If I consider myself to be somewhat talented, then let's take a look first

The chubby man, who was already laughing so hard that he could hardly breathe, forcefully crumpled the form into a ball and threw it at the young man's face, then reached out and said: "Come on! Give me a fortune! A con artist from the rivers and lakes actually came to trick us! Don't you have a fortune-telling company here?"

Young people only face the chubby man explaining: "Observing a person, looking at their facial features, observing people..." while lightly patting their own cheeks on both sides

The burly man tossed aside the lightweight form: "Ability? What abilities do you have? Speak up and surprise us."

It seems that there are no job opportunities in this talent market, but stepping out the door makes my stomach growl even more

Thus, this man immediately jumped up in a fit of rage

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and then almost everyone faced the ancient and elegant tone in unison: "Speak in plain language!"

The hearty laughter of the stocky man turned into a cold sneer: "I am most annoyed by people like you who put on airs, having nothing at all. What are you trying to appear so composed for in front of me! Do you have any qualifications? Any work experience? There is nothing on this form! You can't possibly have not even attended elementary school, can you? If I don't deny you, who else would I deny?"

Ten minutes later, the young man carrying a small bundle sat down in the talent recruitment market filled with many white cubicles. For no other reason, there was a talent recruitment market right across the street from the natural history museum, and the clever young man simply asked a nearby elderly woman to find out.

The young man touched his face, which bore a calm and unassuming expression, and said somewhat innocently: "Indeed, I have never attended school, but I am capable."

Looking at that man with a face full of flesh, his white work shirt stretched out of shape, and his deep blue standard tie crookedly hanging at the collar, his mouth still glistening with the oil from breakfast, his eyes vacant, he was painfully mediocre. In fact, a discerning person could tell at a glance that he truly lacked any ability; at most, he could only be a staff member at the talent market through some connections. Whether he could rise to a supervisory position or something similar was uncertain. However, articulating the reasons for this might be rather difficult, and it certainly wouldn't be said directly to his face.

Oh, everyone once again dispersed and then erupted into laughter: "It's just fortune-telling! Why say it in such a flowery manner!"

The young person sat there motionless: "Am I being denied like this?"

Young people are more innocent: "Really, if you don't believe me, why not test me?" with a look of great anticipation.

His indifference caused the burly man to be the first to stifle his laughter, not because he found it impolite, but because it seemed that laughing in this manner brought no sense of accomplishment: "Is this your real name?"

The people around began to laugh along with the burly man, and a kind-hearted person reminded him: "Young man, without education and knowledge, in this society, you can only do manual labor, which means you have to go to the labor market. This is a talent recruitment market; at the very least, it requires university graduates or skilled workers"

The laughter around him overwhelmed him, and the burly man slammed his hand on the table, saying: "Come on! Give me a scientific fortune-telling! If it's not accurate, I'll have the security come and arrest you immediately! Tell me what my name is!"

The young man remained unhurried: "This is not fortune-telling, it is physiognomy, what I am doing is..."

After all, this is a workplace, and it would be quite embarrassing to fight here. Moreover, judging by the previous movements, it is evident that the other party has a clear method and composure.

The young man remained still, quiet as ever: "I am not reading palms, it can be observed just like this. You, without proper attire, oblivious to those around you, exhibit such madness. Yet in madness, there is noise; this is rooted in your emotions, not merely a pretense..."

The young man finally showed a hint of helplessness: "No need to hurry, I can walk by myself. Slander and sharp-tongued remarks are despicable acts. He asked me to make judgments based on appearances, so I spoke the truth. Whether it is accurate or not, justice lies in the hearts of the people." He reached for the stick beside him that was used to pick up small bundles and headed straight outside

Some people cannot stand it: "Young people, perhaps you can really perform four-digit by four-digit mental calculations, but what is the use of that? Nowadays, any random calculator or smartphone can handle calculations with dozens of digits. What is the point of your ability?"

The young man who was insulted remained remarkably calm, showing no anger, no resignation, no eye-rolling, and no sighing. He quietly picked up the crumpled paper and explained: "This is not fortune-telling, nor is it divination; it is physiognomy, which is based on scientific principles..."

The burly man chuckled twice, quickly composed himself, and threw the form back: "Alright, you are not suitable, next!"

The young man smiled quietly: "I can write in small regular script, Song typeface, clerical script, and running script..."

The young man remained seated: "Listening to their words and observing their actions, the slightest unpleasant remark can provoke a tempest of emotions, revealing their vulgarity and immaturity..." In the midst of this statement, he had already stood up, as the other party lunged at him to strike. A fierce slap came his way, but the young man gently deflected it, pushing the assailant into a crowd nearby, which just happened to be where his colleagues were standing. Naturally, his colleagues rushed to restrain him, saying: "Enough, enough, do not stoop to the level of such a fortune teller! Security, come and drive away this swindler! It is all nonsense! Malicious slander!" He had already stood up, as the other party lunged at him to strike. A fierce slap came his way, but the young man gently deflected it, pushing the assailant into a crowd nearby, which just happened to be where his colleagues were standing. Naturally, his colleagues rushed to restrain him, saying: "Enough, enough, do not stoop to the level of such a fortune teller! Security, come and drive away this swindler! It is all nonsense! Malicious slander!"

I cannot connect any of the words, and I have no idea what secret language he is speaking!

Think of the peaches on the trees in the mountains, the melons underground, he swallowed hard. This world truly lacks interest

The young man handed over the form he had just filled out at the counter. The other party took a look and said, "Calligraphy? The writing is quite good!"