C5 Bad Interview(2)

Lee Chui scratched his head anxiously. The hairstyle he originally combed was like a bird's nest. Too late, he took out his ID and handed it to the doorman. After comparing the two, the doorman looked at him strangely, as if saying, "Are you here for an interview?" No sense of time at all.

After entering, Lee Chui did not have enough time to admire the building facilities of the training center and hurriedly ran into the interview hall according to the signs. Luckily, it wasn't too late, there were hundreds of people inside.

There were several districts under the Deep Sea City, and each district's police department was recruiting. The positions were divided into police posts and general management posts, which meant there were more than thirty of them, and according to the ratio, a hundred people should be around the same.

The first thing he did was to draw lots. Lee Chui handed his ID to the staff, and also picked up one of his ID cards, B9. Lee Chui nodded. Before participating in the interview, he had read a lot about the real questions of the interview and understood the whole process of the interview.

"B9, it should be the ninth interview in Division B."

The staff took him to a designated room for group B. The room was not big, and Lee Chui counted seven or eight people inside.

They were all wearing neat formal attire and had combed their hair in an unflustered manner. A few of them were still reading books, and two girls smiled amiably when they saw Lee Chui walk in.

Lee Chui started to get nervous. There were eight people in the room, including him, nine! He applied for three positions in management.

In other words, three spots could be created among these nine people. Also, from all the years of interviewing experience, Lee Chui was the last interview in Group B, and also when the interviewer's patience was at its worst. His evaluation of things and people were at the lowest point, which was somewhat disadvantageous. In general, the first and last places are not always the best places to be interviewed.

However, there were some benefits to being first place. The first person to participate in the interview could maintain a high level of concentration without having to wait for a long time. The last person could use this time to slowly calm his mind and perhaps answer a good result.

Lee Chui could see that the second person in line was a thin man wearing glasses. His lips were a little blue, his legs were constantly shaking, and although his eyes were staring at the book, he couldn't focus his eyes at all. He was extremely nervous.

Lee Chui let out a long breath and thought to himself: "So there's someone who's more nervous than me. Hmm, compared to me, this is the third interview, and I have a lot of interview experience, and I'm well-prepared, and more importantly —" Lee Chui lowered his head and smiled, not wanting to be discovered by others. He took out the Encyclopedia of Civil Servants' Interview Encyclopedia, which was as thick as the Chinese dictionary, and started reading it, he was in a good mood: "I have a treasure book, the book says that if I read this book, there will be no problems with the interview."

At this moment, a girl came over and whispered with a smile, "Hello, my name is Lin Cong."

"Eh?" Lee Chui glanced at the girl in front of him, she was about 20 years old, was wearing a professional uniform, black high heels, her thighs were wrapped tightly by her pants, and her calves were naturally hanging to the ground. From the ratio of her upper body, Lee Chui could determine that this girl was over 160 cm tall, her hair was very short.

"85 points." Lee Chui gave her a score in his heart, "Lin Chong? There aren't many girls with this name. I think I saw a book in the Three Kingdoms where there was a burly man called Lin Chong. "

The girl laughed and said: "It's not Lin Chong, it's Lin Cong. You don't seem to be nervous at all, as if Lin Chong is from the Water Margin."

"No no, I, Lin Chong, of course, know of this. I have studied the Three Kingdoms in depth, and I sold red dates in front of Second Brother Guan and Big Ear Liu. Before he sold red dates, I was a green man for a period of time, and he had a brother called Lin Chong." Lee Chui said seriously.

Lin Cong exclaimed, "Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true. Later on, because Second Brother Guan and Lin Chong disliked killing innocent people, the two of them went their separate ways. Thus, Second Brother Guan went to sell red dates."

"Seems like — Guan Yu sold red beans, not dates —"

"Ahaha, it's about time." Lee Chui felt like he was going crazy, his bragging had been seen through. Lee Chui had been in society for many years and was very thick-skinned.

"I'm interviewing number eight. Which one are you?"

Lee Chui took out his number plate for her to see: "Last one."

"No wonder you're so calm. Wow, this book of yours is so thick and the pages are turning yellow. It looks like it has a lot of history behind it."

Lee Chui's face turned slightly red. This book was something he found on the street three years ago, and the stall owner told him that he would definitely be able to pass the interview.

Lee Chui was also full of confidence. Unfortunately, it had been three years, and he hadn't even seen a tenth of it.

Time passed quickly as he chatted casually with the beautiful girl. Seeing that there were less and less people in the waiting room, Lee Chui couldn't help but start to feel a little nervous. He secretly smoked two cigarettes in the bathroom a few times to calm his nervous and excited mood.

When Lee Chui came back from the toilet again, the entire room was empty. The staff said patiently, "Examinee 09, please get ready."

Suddenly, a flustered, uneasy, and anxious feeling welled up. Lee Chui started to panic as he remembered the scene from two years ago where he failed the interview.

The so-called "one fight, one fight", "one fight", "one fight", "three fights". This was Lee Chui's third interview. The first two failures had left a shadow in his heart and he was vaguely afraid of the exam.

He sat down quickly, remembering how the psychiatrist had told him how to control his emotions. He took a deep breath.

"Number 09, it's your turn." Not long later, the staff member's voice sounded as if he was summoning souls.

Lee Chui stood up and checked to see if the buttons on his suit were buttoned correctly. He patted the mud spots on it again and again and walked towards the execution ground as if he was rushing to the execution ground. He couldn't help but cheer himself up: "What are you afraid of? At most, you can go back and be a hooligan."

The door of the interview room opened and Lin Cong walked out with a relaxed expression. She looked at Lee Chui who was clenching his fist and said, "Come on!"

Lee Chui nodded heavily and walked in. At this time, he felt his blood pressure rising, his legs were weak, and his palms were sweating. He was even more nervous than when he fought the first time.

There were a few examiners sitting at the front of the room with serious expressions on their faces. The scorekeepers, timekeeping staff and the supervisors also sat on both sides of the room. They also had a meticulous expression on their faces, seeming extremely responsible and serious.

Lee Chui subconsciously looked at the seven examiners. When he saw the person sitting next to the main examiner, his mind buzzed and he almost fainted.

That person had dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps to cover his own eyes, he had intentionally put on his glasses. He also noticed Lee Chui. He was surprised at first, but then he revealed a sly smile, like a tiger that just devoured Lee Chui.

This person was the middle-aged man who was beaten into a panda eye by Lee Chui in the Charm Bar last night!