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Chapter 450 Broken clues

Gray-brown plaid suit, light red tie and a lined white shirt, the lower body is a pair of straight dark suit pants, matched with brown leather shoes.

Although I don't like others to say that, Zhu Jue has to admit that he is nearly 1.9 meters tall and has a physique, which is really a clothes hanger.

"Do you prefer a mid-section or a big back?"

Suzi held the barber tools, and looked at Zhu Jue's half-length hair that had grown to the ears because she hadn't done it for a long time.

As a doctor, he has to have a matching image. In the past, it was impossible for him to walk around in a black windbreaker and leather boots with loose hair, at least not in this private clinic. After all, no doctor would make himself look like a doctor in the Matrix "Savior".

"Let's score, my gambling skills are average, and I don't have BGM to cooperate. I'm afraid that the big back will make me unaccustomed"

Zhu Jue muttered something that maybe only he knew, held his neck high, and lightly pulled the tie on his coat at his throat. This sense of restraint made him very uncomfortable.
"When can I change this suit?"

"There is still half an hour until the interview time. There are interviewers waiting on the first floor. You have to see at least two-thirds of them before leaving to investigate, otherwise it will make people feel strange. In addition, we The clinic still lacks a front desk, but fortunately, there is no need for interviews for this kind of manpower, just find two people who look good and can communicate."

If there is no accident, this private clinic will open tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. The boss Zhu Jue naturally has to ensure his attendance in the early stage.

Therefore, even if it is just recruiting people today, he still has to show up, at least to ensure that most job seekers know his existence.

"Remember to put on the earphones later. If you encounter any problems, I will give you reminders through it, and make you look like a regular doctor with a certain reserve of knowledge as much as possible."

Since it's an interview, of course you have to prepare some questions, otherwise, how can they look professional here? As the boss, Zhu Jue must set an example.exist
Fortunately, with Suzi's real-time encyclopedia, there are not many people who can compare with Zhu Jue in terms of knowledge alone.

This is indeed the case. In the following interviews, Zhu Jue spent the whole time communicating with these medical students, or some doctors who were dismissed by regular hospitals for some reason.

Isn't it just repeating Suzi's words?

As long as you have your mouth open, you can be an individual. Most of the time, Zhu Jue just needs to cooperate and make some confident movements.

In addition, the people who come to private clinics to apply for jobs are all residents of the lower urban area, and their greatest expectation is to have a job. However, the salary offered by Zhu Jue is only slightly lower than that of regular hospitals, and there are not as many as regular hospitals. rules and regulations.

Therefore, the vast majority of job seekers put a very low attitude, and I wish I could thank God if I don't make things difficult for them, let alone take the initiative to question my future boss.

In fact, during the interview process, even if Zhu Jue said something wrong, they could think of a hundred reasons to praise Zhu Jue for being "correct".

Of course, it was unavoidable that there were a few who tried to attract Zhu Jue's attention in special ways.

For example, Zhu Jue didn't even bother to look at the nurse who was dressed like a nightclub girl.
Well, I still took a lot of glances, but without exception, I was invited out by Suzi without asking a few words.

Suzi's choice as a nurse was very simple. As long as she passed the basic medical knowledge, got a formal certificate, and her net worth was clean, she would be fine, and the doctor was about the same.

Among all the assessment items, the only strict one is whether there is a past criminal record. Since opening this clinic itself requires a low profile, Zhu Jue is not interested in finding two so-called "miracle doctors" who run the police station.

"At present, we have recruited two doctors and two nurses. The former is still short of a doctor in charge of surgery, and the latter is still short of three. There are quite a few applicants, but none of them pass the test."

After the interview in the morning, Suzi took the list to discuss with Zhu Jue. Considering the problem of shifts, this number was more than the one expected to be recruited last night.

"You will be in charge of the recruitment in the afternoon. I'll go to the news agency to check the situation first. It's best to contact the reporter who followed up with Sean back then. You can always get the desired results with some money."

Zhu Jue had already checked the working hours of the news agency that reported Sean, that is, the Ketchton News Agency. After [-]:[-] pm, all reporters would stop working in the news agency, and either go home to rest, or go out to find materials. If you want to find someone, you have to hurry before this time.

"Are you going to find him in the current state? If it is during the day, there is a high chance of attracting attention. I think it might be better to ask for a contact method and then communicate online."

"Don't worry, I guarantee that no one will recognize me when I look for him."

In terms of hiding his identity, Zhu Jue is quite confident.

Just a few words, Zhu Jue had transformed into a gentleman when he left the back door of the clinic, and went straight to the community where the Ketchton News Agency is located.

"Are you sure you want to see Ms. Shirley?"

The female receptionist's eyes wandered back and forth between today's appointment list and the staff list in the news agency, and then raised her head to ask again after a while.

"Yes, what I'm talking about is the name she uses when reporting news. I don't know her real name. Is there any problem?"

Zhu Jue was also reading a news report on her mobile phone from three years ago. The signature was Shirley, and the name was correct. Although this was a pseudonym, there was no reason why people at her workplace didn't know it.

"Sorry, I did not see Ms. Shirley on the staff list"

The female receptionist flicked the screen in embarrassment, thinking about how to politely send away the visitor in front of her

"Are you looking for Grintis?"

At this time, a middle-aged man happened to come in from the door. Hearing what the female receptionist said, he stopped and turned his head to ask.

"Grindyss?"

"That's Shirley's real name. She no longer works at the Ketchton News Agency, so there is no identity information about her at the front desk. Do you have anything to do with her?"

"I have some questions about a past report about a missing friend of mine."

The excuse was thought up long ago, and Zhu Jue said it without any hesitation.

"I'm afraid the result will disappoint you. Grintis passed away three years ago."

Drinking the coffee in his hand, the middle-aged man frowned and gave an answer that surprised Zhu Jue.

"What? Dead. Passed away?"

Even though he had thought about all kinds of accidents before coming here, Zhu Jue was still troubled by the news.

This is one of the few clues that Zhu Jue has so far, and the investigation has not yet begun, but the thread is actually broken in such a decisive way.

"Sorry, uh. Goodbye."

Since there is no one to question, it seems pointless to stay here. Zhu Jue doesn't have the ability to bring people back from the dead.

"What do you want to know, I have worked with Grintis on many reports before, maybe I can help you, as well as your missing friend."

"What I want to ask is about the report three years ago, that is, in the No. 32 community"

With the mentality of giving it a try, Zhu Jue stopped turning and leaving, turned around and said.

"March for human rights?"

The middle-aged man put down his coffee cup and followed Zhu Jue's words directly.

"you know?"

Zhu Jue asked in surprise.

"No, I do not know."

"Then why."

"Because three years ago, someone came to the news agency to ask the same thing. He found Shirley and talked for a while, just a few words. I was making coffee nearby."

The expression on the face of the middle-aged man became a little heavy, he looked Zhu Jue up and down, took a step forward, and said in a low voice,
"On the fifth day after their conversation, Grintis' home caught fire and exploded because of a gas pipeline leak!"

"You think it has something to do with that conversation?"

Zhu Jue took a few steps back, and the middle-aged man knew what he meant, and followed him to the corner of the news agency entrance.

Naturally, these things cannot be discussed in public.

"I just think it's a little strange. Grintis seemed a little nervous in those days and kept looking out the window. I asked her if something bad happened, but she didn't answer me. I didn’t say it, but I’m also a reporter, if I don’t even have this ability to read people’s words, then I’ve worked for so many years in vain.”

"Do you have any special information?"

Zhu Jue was looking forward to the middle-aged man being able to give him some information. Grintis was dead, so he could only start from other places.

After talking about the human rights march and dying suddenly in an explosion, Zhu Jue had to suspect that Grintis might have had some information at that time, which made some people have to choose to silence.

Even if this is just a guess, for the current situation, Zhu Jue can't let go of any clues.

"I'm sorry, I didn't investigate further at the time. Even though I knew the situation might be weird, I still chose to conceal it. It's not my husband. My daughter is going to kindergarten this year."

Perhaps because of the past three years, the middle-aged man no longer shy away from anything, and said softly with shame on his face.

This guilt made him never forget the scene at that time, and his memory is still fresh to this day.

She is going to kindergarten this year, so three years ago, her daughter was probably only two or three years old.

Zhu Jue understood what he meant.

As a father, he made the right choice for him.

"If I want to investigate further, who do you think I should go to?"

Zhu Jue knew that he might not be able to find out more from the person in front of him, so he could only shift his target.

"Three years have passed since this incident, and I don't want to cause some trouble because of it. It will only cause more grief."

"But if you don't even find out the truth about the death, isn't it irresponsible to the family of the deceased? Don't worry, this is just my own investigation."

"I really don't know of anyone else who would have known the inside story of the fire three years ago."

The middle-aged man obviously had some concerns and still avoided Zhu Jue's question.

"The purpose of my coming here is to find the person who asked the same question as me three years ago, not what you think. If I had the same purpose as him, I would have finished silence three years ago. You're going to come back here and make trouble for yourself, aren't you?"

Zhu Jue knew that the other party was worried about his intentions. After all, that person came to the news agency three years ago and asked the same question as him. After a little thought, he continued,

"Give me a name, and I will guarantee his or her safety. I am standing in front of you now, and the camera has captured my face. If the person you told me has an accident, you can call the police. Are you afraid that you will not be caught?" I?"

In order to obtain information, Zhu Jue could only use some tricks, but he did not deceive the other party. If he found someone who knew, he would of course protect that person's safety.

"Ferlin Prada, Grindis's daughter, I will give you her contact information, she has been obsessed with investigating her mother's accidental death after the fire, and to this day I don't know if it is correct to introduce you to her, but from Starting today, I will always pay attention to her situation, if you hurt her, no one can stop me from exposing you!"

After hesitating for a long time, the middle-aged man finally gave a name, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to take a photo of Zhu Jue's face and his body condition.

(End of this chapter)