mtl008 Chapter 38 Job Fair
Chapter 38 Job Fair
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, a towering office building stands quietly, its glass curtain wall reflecting a dazzling light under the sun.
In an interview room on a floor of an office building, the summer heat outside was completely blocked by the central air conditioning, and the temperature inside was perfectly controlled, making it cool and pleasant.
"Hey bro, why are you wearing a wool hat in the middle of summer?"
Zhong Wu, who was engrossed in playing on his phone, swiping his fingers absentmindedly, slowly raised his head upon hearing this.
When I looked up, I was almost blinded by a head of extremely eye-catching fiery red hair.
It wasn't that dark red, but a bright red like a burning flame, a red that required at least three bleachings to achieve. Under the light, it even had a transparent red glow that made people dizzy.
The voice belonged to this red-haired boy, who looked quite young and still had a touch of childishness on his face.
He casually plopped down in the seat next to Zhong Wu, shouting, "Heave-ho!" His movements were relaxed and natural, as if this interview room full of strangers were his own living room.
Zhong Wu looked listless. He raised his hand and slightly lifted a corner of his woolen hat, revealing the stubble of hair that had just grown out. He uttered a single word: "Smooth."
His voice was low and cold, carrying a hint of reluctance to speak further.
"Hey, bald guy, you don't look like you've been growing for very long, do you?" The red-haired boy's eyes lit up, and he became interested, as if he had discovered a new continent. "I knew you were something special the moment I saw your face. Brother, what do you do for a living?"
"Shh, don't say anything yet, let me guess."
As the boy spoke, he stroked his chin, looked Zhong Wu up and down, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Brother, putting everything else aside, just look at your physique, those huge muscles, tsk tsk tsk, I'd believe you even if you said you just came out of Shaolin Temple. Hey, you know what? You look just like those martial monks in TV dramas, no, you look more like a demonic monk, you have an evil aura!"
The boy spoke extremely fast.
"Is your skin tanned from sun exposure, or is it naturally like this? I didn't get a good look at your features before, but now that I'm looking at you, buddy, your features are really... how should I put it, very distinctive, but you look a bit fierce, not like a good person."
The boy hadn't stopped talking since he sat down, like a machine gun spitting out coins.
Zhong Wu's expression became even more world-weary. If it were anyone else, seeing Zhong Wu's appearance and physique, coupled with his cold expression, they would have been too afraid to speak.
Actually, there were more than just the two of them in this interview room.
The room was filled with young people who had come for job interviews that day, all of them handsome young men.
Boys of this age naturally have little barriers between them, and since they all share the same goal, they quickly become acquainted, gathering in twos and threes, chatting happily.
When Zhong Wu entered, the situation was completely different.
His burly and robust physique resembled a towering mountain, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
Moreover, Zhong Wu had just finished filming, his skin was tanned dark, his eyebrows and eyes were downcast, and he had three-white eyes. When he had no expression, he looked like he was cursing.
When Zhong Wu stepped into the room, he was like a wild beast that had strayed into a flock of sheep, instantly intimidating everyone present. No one dared to be the first to go up and greet him.
In addition, Zhong Wu is naturally aloof and doesn't like to communicate with people, so as soon as he entered the room, he went straight to the corner, sat down, and buried himself in his phone.
He seemed to be shrouded in an invisible aura, and the seats around him were all empty; no one dared to sit down.
Red Hair was the last to arrive. As soon as he came in, he found that the room was already full, so he could only sit next to Zhong Wu.
But he wasn't intimidated by Zhongwu's aura at all; on the contrary, Zhongwu was somewhat at a loss because of the red-haired man's overly familiar manner.
At first, Zhong Wu was able to keep up with Hong Mao's train of thought and barely managed to reply with a few words to Hong Mao.
The red-haired man became increasingly eloquent, speaking too fast and transmitting too much information in a short period of time, causing Zhong Wu's brain to overheat.
As a result, Zhongwu couldn't hear anything the red-haired guy said at all; it went in one ear and out the other.
Red Hair is also a genius; he doesn't need Zhongwu to respond much, he can just keep talking on and on.
Zhong Wu, a man who usually seldom utters words and whose sentences rarely exceed five words, has begun to develop a deep respect for Hong Mao.
"Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. I can't keep calling you 'brother,' can I? My name is Chu Xianxian, and I'm eighteen years old."
Chu Xianxian blinked his bright eyes, his voice clear and melodious, full of youthful vigor, and whispered, "I'll tell you a secret, I just celebrated my birthday last month, but I didn't get into university, so my family sent me out to find a job."
Although he didn't get into university, there was no sense of disappointment in Chu Xianxian's voice.
He casually tossed his head of red hair, which traced a vibrant arc in the air, and said confidently, "With my grades, it's perfectly normal that I didn't get into university. I've accepted the fact that God was jealous of my good looks and closed the window to learning. Brother, you don't need to feel sad for me. So, you, the super handsome dark-skinned guy, what's your name?"
Zhong Wu snapped out of his numb state, his eyes still cold, and uttered two words in a low voice: "Zhong Wu."
"Wow~ That sounds so powerful! Is that your real name? Zhong Wu? Which Zhong? The Zhong in clock? This is the first time I've heard this surname. I've learned something new today, lucky me! And Wu? Which Wu is it?" Chu Xianxian asked, her face full of curiosity.
Zhong Wu felt a slight throbbing pain in his ears. This was the first time in his life that he had felt so mentally exhausted while talking to someone. He replied listlessly, "Wu Kou Wu."
"Uh, what? Sorry, my Chinese score wasn't very good. Which 'I'?" Chu Xianxian's mind went blank for a moment, her face full of confusion and her eyes full of question marks.
It's clear that it's no wonder this kid didn't get into university.
Zhong Wu was too lazy to talk, so he silently took out his phone and typed something for Chu Xianxian to see.
Chu Xianxian suddenly realized, and a bright smile, as radiant as the sun, instantly bloomed on her face. Having understood Zhong Wu's name, she began calling him "Brother Wu" repeatedly.
"Brother, how old are you?"
"I forgot to ask you earlier, Brother Wu, what exactly do you do? You're not really a martial monk, are you?"
"Brother, are you here for an interview too? How did you get here? The people here told me that they provide food and accommodation, and there's a fixed salary every month, so I came. But this place is so high-end. I just looked out from downstairs and I could even see the Oriental Pearl Tower. Do you think the companies here will hire me? I don't even have a college degree. I'm not being scammed, am I?"
Chu Xianxian seemed to suddenly realize that things might not be so simple. She shivered, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes, and cautiously looked around.
But when he saw that the room was full of people, he felt a little relieved and comforted himself. With so many people, and me not being the most handsome one, they certainly wouldn't cut my kidneys first.
Zhong Wu replied in a disjointed manner.
Thirty-two years old.
"Martial arts actor".
"It's not a lie."
As for the reason why I came here.
Zhongwu was lost in memories.