They are all bad women!

The woman had absolutely no faith in this foreign boy. His awkwardness meant that even if he were handsome, he'd be eliminated. There was no shortage of handsome men or inexperienced boys here.

Rather, they don't need truly naive boys.

Outside a large hall on the fifth floor, dozens of men were already queuing for their interviews. Each of them possessed a handsome appearance, comparable to that of a movie star, yet all of them wore expressions of nervousness. Some had furrowed brows, some were muttering to themselves with their heads down, and others, though seemingly trying to appear relaxed, had their subconscious gestures betraying them.

"Hey, what's this masked superhero?"

Another man, who looked like a staff member, walked up to Shen Mochen with a smile and reached out to remove his sunglasses and mask, but Shen Mochen quickly stopped him.

"After the interview, pick it again," Shen Mochen said.

"Oh, then I was being rude." The man was slightly taken aback, then smiled dismissively.

This kind of person will definitely not make it past the first round.

Of course, he wasn't worried that Shen Mochen was there to cause trouble. Ordinary people would never dare to cause trouble on 122nd Street. Even the most inconspicuous shops here have enormous power behind them, enough to make a person wish they were dead.

Shen Mochen stood quietly in the crowd, head bowed, without uttering a word.

The interviews proceeded faster than expected, with each person's interview lasting no more than a minute on average. Before long, there was no one ahead of Shen Mochen.

"Number 6475!" Shen Mochen was finally called.

Amidst the onlookers' gazes, Shen Mochen walked into the interview hall.

"I bet he'll be kicked out in ten seconds."

"I bet five seconds that if I don't get kicked out, I'll do a handstand and burn my crotch with a candle!"

“I bet he’ll be treated as a troublemaker and punished.”

Among the crowd, several job applicants whispered and chuckled to each other. Here, everyone was a competitor, and they were happy to see others fail and make fools of themselves.

Shen Mochen walked into the interview room. Two female interviewees were sitting in a comfortable chair, their brows furrowed with slight impatience.

"One sentence to move me, give me a reason to pass you... um?" One of them instinctively spoke, but then he saw Shen Mochen's strange attire and was stunned.

"Are you the owners here?" Shen Mochen asked first.

“No, we’re not. Could you… please take off your hat, sunglasses, and mask now?” The other interviewer raised an eyebrow. It seemed she was the one conducting the interview.

Shen Mochen shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can only accept an interview with your boss, and I will only remove these things in front of him. Can you call him over?"

“You can leave now,” the deputy said coldly, frowning in disgust.

She was used to these men's tricks. With so many people coming for interviews every day, there were always some who thought they were clever, trying to do something different to attract the interviewer's attention. She was fed up with it, even disgusted by these petty tricks, and would wave them away.

She made up her mind that if Shen Mochen dared to hesitate, she would immediately call security.

Shen Mochen did not hesitate and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" the host called out to him.

Shen Mochen turned his head and glanced at it.

"Where are you going next?" the host asked with a smile.

"I'm going to the next interview," Shen Mochen replied calmly.

"What's your name?"

"I do not know."

The host was silent for a moment: "Please wait a moment, I'll contact the manager. But you should know the price of causing trouble."

Shen Mochen nodded: "I know."

The head of the department chuckled and dialed the manager's number, stating that there was a special applicant for whom she needed to conduct a personal interview. "Just get rid of this kind of person. He's probably just all looks and no substance. Ha, there's no shortage of good-looking people here," the deputy head said reproachfully.

“But don’t you think he’s too calm?” the master said with a smile. “I haven’t seen such a confident man in a long time.”

Even the most confident person will feel nervous when they see a row of handsome, dashing men leaving dejectedly while waiting in line.

But Shen Mochen clearly wasn't nervous; he strolled in as if he were casually inspecting his own backyard. So, after a moment's hesitation, the host decided to give him a chance.

"What if he's just an idiot?" the deputy asked.

“It’s just my intuition,” the main character said. “I don’t think he is.”

The interviewer fell silent. Having interviewed countless men, her intuition was consistently accurate. Perhaps this was some desperate celebrity looking to sneak in some extra cash.

"Hey, what's your name? You really can't reveal it?" the main character asked with a smile.

"I don't know," Shen Mochen said.

"Alright, since you don't want to say, I won't force you. My name is Irina Sivaeva. Don't forget me when you become successful."

Shen Mochen smiled but remained silent.

A short while later, a woman walked in: "Irina, is this the person you're talking about?"

Shen Mochen turned around and glanced at the other person. She was a blonde beauty in her thirties, wearing a black business suit.

"Thank you so much for making this special trip," Irina said with a respectful smile.

“If it really is a gem, I should thank you!” the woman grinned.

"Are you the owner here?" Shen Mochen asked.

“No, I’m the manager of this store. You can’t see the boss, but here, besides the boss, I’m the most important person.” The woman walked up to Shen Mochen.

Shen Mochen hesitated for a moment before seemingly making up his mind: "Then, may I ask, could you give me a job?"

The manager raised an eyebrow: "First, I need to know what you look like. Not everyone is interested in a masked superhero."

“…I can only show this to you.” Shen Mochen said slowly.

"Okay." The manager gestured for the two interviewers to leave.

"Our manager may be a bit old, but she's a genuine superhuman, so don't make her angry," Irina reminded Shen Mochen with a smile as she walked past him.

They left the interview hall and quietly closed the door.

The manager calmly walked to a chair, sat down, and crossed his legs with a smile: "Now that there's no one else around, who are you? Can I see you clearly now?"

Shen Mochen remained silent, first taking off his hat, then his sunglasses and mask.

"Wow!"

Even though she has seen it all and has been bombarded with countless types of handsome men, she feels that even if the most handsome man in the world stood in front of her and did a striptease, she could remain unfazed.

But at this moment, faced with such an unparalleled face, this battle-hardened manager couldn't help but exclaim.

She stared blankly at the man before her, whose handsomeness was so different from that of the Romans. The features of his face were so delicate; only God could have created such a masterpiece!

What fascinated her most were his eyes, so pure and innocent yet filled with a heartbreaking sense of desolation. They seemed like those of an angel saving the world, gazing upon the pitiful sinners on earth with pity and sorrow.

In that instant, the manager's breath caught in her throat, and she wished she could kneel down and beg this angel to forgive them, these sinful lambs!
"No...it's you! What are you doing here!"

But after regaining her senses, the manager's rational mind told her that this person was of course just a mortal... but even if he was a mortal, he shouldn't be here! Almost instinctively, she lunged at Shen Mochen, afraid he would run away. (End of Chapter)