People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Do as I say."

The person in charge was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

Ernst zipped up his briefcase. "Arrange for her to come. I'll interview her in person. Don't make me repeat myself for the third time."

The person in charge blinked in surprise: "But, she is infected..."

"Oh, it's no big deal." Ernst waved his hand speechlessly. "I'm not afraid to tell you that my sister is also infected. She's also a mountaineer. Every time I go back, she rushes up to give me a hug. I've never been afraid that the Originium on her body will infect me."

"In Kjerag, you might get thrown off a cliff if you don't believe in Yelagund, but if you just have oripathy, not many people care."

Ernst said as if stating a statement.

To some extent, this is also one of the benefits of religion. The benevolent Lord Yelagund did not list the Ore Disease as one of the so-called original sins, which also meant that the panic caused by this disease, which appeared and spread after the widespread use of Originium, did not have much market in Kjerag.

The two families had set a trap for the Shivaash family, letting Enya become a saint and break with the family, and letting Enshia be infected with mineral disease, but in the end, the only real goal was to break up Enya and Enshiodis. As for Enshia, she was not alienated by Ernst and his people because of the mineral disease, but became the favorite of the family and even all the Kjerag people.

Everyone still likes Enxia, ​​this lively girl. As for the mineralogy that may cause infection, what is it?

It doesn't seem as scary as Hugh Rose's mediocre cooking.

"Your country's people are so honest and simple...haha..." The person in charge forced a smile that was either embarrassed or relieved, and nodded, "I understand. Miss Joyce should be very happy to meet a boss like you."

Ernst nodded and turned to the next resume.

A completely unfamiliar face made eye contact with Ernst for the first time through his ID photo.

Her mint green pupils, her face that looks like a carefully crafted work of art, her light dark green eyeshadow and her bright lipstick make her and the white-faced owl from Liberi reach two completely different extremes of charm.

The expression on her ID photo was a faint smile, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, but somehow, Ernst always felt that if she smiled more wildly, it might have a very shocking effect.

"This is Ms. Holhaiya. She wants to apply for the secretary position."

Ernst frowned: "With this outfit, this face, and this look, is she not a recent graduate?"

"Well, it's true, but Miss Holhaiya is a very, very outstanding talent with rich work experience and outstanding abilities..." the person in charge explained. Before he finished speaking, Ernst put the resume in his hand on the table and looked at the next one.

This is the meaning of pass.

Just kidding, this person named Hol Haiya looks like a strong woman in the workplace. Her eyes, expression, and smile are so sexy that they can almost be pulled out of a thread. Moreover, she is not a college student, has a lot of work experience, and is very capable. What do we generally call such people?

A veteran in the workplace!

The kind that just twists it and water comes out! The water is slippery and full of oil!

Ernst dared to bet that the cost of hiring such a capable, experienced, and beautiful beauty alone would be as much as hiring three white-faced owls! Five receptionists!

For the sake of your own health and wallet, it is better to remove this person from your consideration!

Let’s see the next one!

Chapter 41: Hol Haiya: We are back, all back

Holhaiya was in a relaxed mood.

Compared to other college students who were anxiously waiting for the three notifications with fear and anxiety, her mentality was much calmer.

The reason is very simple. She is not worried at all that she will be eliminated.

Unlike those college students who have not experienced the beatings of society, Holhaiya's life experience is rich enough to compile a thick memoir. From the moment she was born, she had known the past 500 years and had acquired the experience passed down from her blood, accumulated from generation to generation, which has become a mountain.

Although the price of gaining this experience was so heavy that she occasionally felt a little suffocated, she had to admit that it allowed her to be at ease no matter what kind of occasion she faced.

There's nothing I can do about it. It's because I have the glorious history of the Quetzalcoatl clan for more than 400 years in my head.

She proudly crossed her legs wrapped in black silk stockings, and her perfect body curves seemed to form an inexplicable aura around her, which made the college students who still had clear stupidity and extravagant purity in their eyes feel completely oppressed. They consciously or unconsciously moved away from where Hol Haiya was.

Holhaiya also enjoyed this time of "glorious isolation". She took out a book recording the history of Gaul from her expensive handbag and began to read it as if no one was around. Only the slightly shaking earrings showed that she was still quietly waiting for the call from the interview room not far away.

"Is Miss Joyce Moore here? Is Miss Joyce Moore here?"

Finally, the silver-haired girl walked out of the room that had been prepared for a long time, checked the list in her hand, and began to call out to the outside of the door.

The delicate body of the white-faced owl sitting opposite Holhaiya trembled violently, and the whole head suddenly turned 270 degrees, looking at Xinteleya who was standing at the door of the room with a horrified expression. Then, under her horrified gaze, he slowly stood up, turned his body around, and replied:

"I'm here."

Xintelaiya took a deep breath, adding a little fuel to the Colombian air, which was already gradually warming due to land reclamation and heavy industrial expansion.

"Ms. Moore....are you okay?"

She carefully looked at the slender neck of the girl who had walked up to her. The only knowledge she had gained from her career as a competitive knight - about the arrangement and composition of human bones - played a role in such an unexpected place, helping her confirm that Joyce had no signs of fracture.

Is this also some kind of racial talent?

Xinteleya was amazed in her heart. I have heard that the Filin family is more flexible and petite, so they have an advantage in the special service industry. Pero and Luper have a sharper sense of smell and have made great achievements in the detective, police and other reconnaissance industries. Kuranta is good at running and often tends to be employed as a messenger.

It was just that it was the first time I saw a Li Boli display his racial talent in this way, and it was really shocking.

"Please come in."

She composed herself, led Joyce into the office, and closed the door.

The corridor suddenly became chaotic.

"Joyce? It's Joyce!"

"Doesn't she have oripathy? Is there really a company that would want her?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I think she went in here just to be scolded. She will definitely be the first one to be rejected. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet. When she comes out later, she will have a bitter face!"

College students lack social experience, but they never lack experience in competition. Every proud child who can stand here has experienced a long struggle of more than ten years. They are never stingy, and never shy away from being malicious to others.

"In my opinion, if Joyce is chosen, it must be their boss... Oh no, it must be some high-ranking official who has taken a fancy to her."

"What can a patient with mineral deficiency do? If he doesn't rely on this to get a job, he will starve to death on the street. Come on, he used to be a top student at Tremont University. You have to understand his difficulties, right?"

They began to joke, imagine, and understand Joyce who was in the door at the moment. Seeing this, Holhaiya sneered and shook his head.

"It's just sour grapes when you can't eat them."

she thought.

It is winter now, not just in terms of weather, but also in terms of the talent market.

Once the golden September and October recruitment period was over, those who remained in the market were either mediocre people who lacked any special skills, or fools who had some skills but were overconfident. Holhaiya was sure that if one of them was the first to enter, even without the excuse of mineralogy, they would find ways to belittle the person who got the opportunity.

It's not because they are confident, but because they are afraid.

They are afraid that the first person to enter will grab the opportunity directly, leaving the laggards empty-handed. Their lack of social experience makes them not know how to deal with this situation, so they use this kind of slander to comfort each other, saying that if they lose the opportunity, it is not because they are not good enough, but because the boss has no vision and values ​​other things instead of ability.

But Holhaiya was not worried at all. She just smiled softly, without even attracting the attention of the students gathered around, and continued to read the brief history of Gaul in her hand, maintaining her glorious isolation.

"The truly strong don't need to worry. Opportunities will find them on their own."

She thought so.

After a while, the soundproof door of the interview room opened, and Joyce walked out, holding her resume in her arms, her eyes slightly red, as if she had accumulated a lot of emotions that she was about to express by condensing into water.

The corridor that was noisy a second ago suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to Joyce. No one asked, but everyone's expression was repeating the same word: "How do you feel?"

Joyce glanced around, then lowered her head, as if she was hesitating about something, and finally whispered:

"I feel like, it's OK. The interviewers are all very nice people. Just do your best."

After she finished speaking, she pursed her lips and quickly left the corridor.

Her departure would naturally be interpreted as a flight after failure, and her meaningless answer would be regarded as a simple attempt to be tough because she didn't want to lose face.

Laughter broke out again in the corridor, and the appearance of Sintrea turned the suppressed laughter into seriousness.

"Is Mr. Mira Soren here? Is Mr. Mira Soren here?"

Repeating the call in a bored and somewhat indifferent tone, a man of medium build squeezed out of the crowd and walked in front of Xinteleya:

"I'm."

Xinteleya glanced at him and said nothing, like a qualified receptionist with a certificate, repeating mechanically:

"Then come in with me."

Holhaiya watched the man adjust his tie and sleeves pretentiously and walk into the room with his head held high. He pursed his lips, and a moment of doubt arose in his heart.

Why isn't it me yet?

But soon, she put this doubt behind her.

It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of order. Maybe the resumes were placed upside down on the table, so they were read from the last one?

With my perfect resume and my ability to be a senior agent of Melander, there's no reason why I can't get an interview with a small rural government...right?

.............

The interviewees came in and out one after another, with expressions on their faces ranging from excitement to disappointment, mixed with overjoyed, confident of victory or distraught and regretful.

After seeing off the second-to-last interviewee on the list, Ernst looked at the last name, Holhaiya, hesitated for a moment, and closed the notebook.

Vina, who was acting as the deputy interviewer, curiously asked the question that had been on her mind for a long time:

"Did Mr. Ernst intend to hire Miss Joyce from the beginning?"

Ernst shook his head: "Not really."

"Then why did you remind her alone not to reveal the interview information after she left?" Vina was puzzled.

Ernst shrugged: "Because that girl is not very thoughtful, or rather, a little bit kind."

He pointed to the computer screen on the table, which was projecting the surveillance scene in the corridor. "Whoever came in later, participated in the discussion about Joyce. They are too good at competing. In this situation, how could they give their answers to other competitors for reference?"

“But there’s something different about Joyce.”

Ernst rubbed his swollen temples.

"I even specifically reminded her that she could keep her interview experience confidential, which would put more pressure on the next interviewer, making it easier for them to make mistakes and improve your score. But she still said it."

“Although they were just two insignificant sentences, she still shared them with those people. That’s why I decided to hire her. Of course, she couldn’t be hired as a secretary.”

Ernst sighed.

White-Faced Owl is an honest and good man, but not a good political candidate. Technical positions or accounting do need such a responsible and just person, but he is not suitable to be a secretary.

After all, she wouldn't play dumb.

The famous stuntman Mr. Huang once said: Playing dumb is innate, it is a talent and cannot be changed.

Ernst still had to find a more suitable genius to pretend to be confused.

She looked at Xinteleya and said slowly, "Call the last person. That Holhaiya."

Cintrea nodded and walked towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, a dark green figure blocked the door of the interview room.

There were tears of unwillingness in the corners of Holhaiya's eyes, his face was full of unyielding determination, and there was a gleam of grievance in his eyes as he looked at Xinteleya and the people inside the door.

She clenched her fists, opened her tightly pursed lips slightly, and uttered a question that was as tingling as the obsession of a wronged ghost:

"Is it my turn?"

I am not worse than those people, am I? Whether in terms of resume, ability, social experience, or accumulated connections, I am not worse than those fresh-out-of-school college students, am I?

Unabashedly slander your opponent in your heart to fill the void brought on by fear.

Why did everyone else get in, but I was the last one in line, and even had to wait outside for a long time? Did you guys collude with each other? Was this interview actually decided from the beginning?

Make random guesses and fabricate the legitimacy of the interviewer and the interview in order to restore one's own confidence and face.

After all, I am an agent of Melander. I signed up for your interview just for fun. Do you still think that I really care about the result of this interview?

Being so arrogant when you can't eat grapes, you say they are sour.

The words turned into a boomerang, circled the field, and then hit his head, the lingering sound seemed to be telling the miracle of "They are back, they are all back".

But Holhaiya seemed to be selectively ignoring it and was completely unaware. He just once again looked at Ernst, who was surrounded in the middle, with a resentful voice and eyes that seemed to be pulling out silk. His tone was like a hungry little snake spitting out its tongue and looking at its favorite prey:

"Is it my turn now, dear interviewer?"

Chapter 42: Hol Haiya: Let’s talk about this in private.

Holhaiya walked out of the office with a peaceful expression.

Ernst had been wavering on whether to recruit Holhaia.